I live in a small town in the south. The population of black and white is 50/50. At the time I was working at a local gas station. As I got off work I head off to the bar. This bar I was in had customers from the local businesses and factories. It was the kind of bar that blacks and whites were welcome to. But by living in the south the blacks would sit separate from the whites, but sometimes you had your friends that sat together. I met four of my friends at the bar, two guys that were black and the other two were white. We all went to high school together. We were sitting at a table eating some dinner that the bar served and drinking some beers. We were almost out of beers so I walked up to the bar to order some. And when I did there was these two black women sitting at the bar having their drinks and talking their talk.
One of these ladies caught my eye. I stared at her and she caught me looking and she said out loud to me, "hey white boy! you got a looking problem?” Her words to me were in a angry manner. I have seen her around town, she worked at the local yarn factory. So my reply was, "yes I got a looking problem and the problem is you" As I walked up beside the two beautiful ladies.
I said "I come in peace!" with a humorous laugh.
One of my friend's walked up to me and said, "Hey where's the beers?”
It was my black friend he looked at me and smiled and said "Are you trying to pick up these sistas?” as he laughed.
I said "Nah man I’m just being friendly."
As he got the beers I told him I would be back to the table later. So the woman I was looking at she said "so what’s the problem?"
I replied to her that I found her very attractive. Her mouth just dropped, she whispered something to her friend. So her friend got up and walked away from us.
She told me to have a seat beside her. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Chaneka. Chaneka said she was sorry for having an attitude, but with some of the white men around always stare because they don't like blacks. I understood that considering all the rednecks that surrounded our town. I told her that it was understood. And I let her know I was different. So her first question to me was what’s makes me think a black woman as herself would even think about getting up with a white man. I told her that all the women
I have dated in my past were white and black, but I have found myself more comfortable with the black women and that black women to me were more beautiful. I also mentioned that her beauty was unreal to me. Chaneka had coal black skin tone, she had a slender body, her ass was big and firm looking, her breasts were the size of d-cups, she had tall hair that look as she had a weave. She explained to me that she has never been with a white man in her life and that she has heard of the stories about us. She laughed as she told me about one of the stories that white men had very small dicks. I just laughed at the story. We sat there drinking and talking about things. my friends said they were taking off, and her friend was talking to a black guy.
Chaneka then asked me if my cock was small, my reply was average size. She then put her hand under the bar and touched my leg, rubbing her hand on it. Within seconds my cock got hard. She then put her hand on my cock and rubbed it through my jeans. She smiled and said, "I guess that story is wrong", as she laughed. The beer was taking effect on the both of us and the desire was getting hotter for the both of us. So we whispered to each other that we gotta go somewhere private. We both knew how it was with people looking and gossip. So we had to come up with a plan. So we agreed to meet in a parking lot in town. So I walked out first and she followed out behind me 10 minutes later. So that we could keep it kind of secret so the gossip wouldn’t start up or some drunk ass would start trouble.
