Last night started out the same as all the others. My best friend Jim and I went to our favorite local bar and as usual, all the guys there were too intimidated by my exotic looks to approach me. Maybe it's the combination of pale skin, long dark hair and bright blue eyes that makes them nervous. Or it could be my big tits, tiny waist, and curvy ass and the fact that I'm about five inches taller than most women. Sure, they all look and check me out, but they never have the guts to just walk up to me and start talking. Jim knows I've been dying to get fucked and have been having a serious case of jungle fever lately and when we both spotted the tall, attractive brother, we both knew my luck might be soon changing. White guys are usually way too intimidated by me, but black guys almost always say hello. White guys are threatened by confident, sexy women; black guys looooove confident, sexy women. God bless the brothers!
He came over and introduced himself. His name was Dante and just sitting next to him made me wet. He had those sexy, full lips I love and those deep brown eyes that drive me crazy. Tall, well dressed, well spoken, athletic body...he definitely had it going on. My horny little cunt was twitching within minutes from the sound of his deep, sexy voice. We chatted for a while, had a few drinks and then decided to go hit some other clubs. It was nice, but really all I wanted to do was peel off my clothes and feel his lips and fingers exploring every inch of my warm, naked body. I tried to conceal my urge to fuck, but after a few drinks that gets pretty hard. Especially for a horny, desperate-to-get-fucked girl like me! All I could think about was those big, wet lips wrapped around my hard nipples and sucking every drop of my pussy juice from my aching cunt. I liked that he was a little intimidated by me. He was real polite, soft-spoken, well mannered...and I knew he was dying to get into my pants.
To be honest, I was pretty wrecked last night and can't exactly remember all the details, but I do remember how the night ended! He drove me back to my car and we were saying our goodbyes. He asked for my number and programmed it into his cell phone. I think he said something about wanting to take me to dinner next week. I think I then said something like,