Carole's head was spinning as she stood in Tre's hotel room. She couldn't believe she had let him talk her into having a drink in his room after the hotel bar closed for the night. She was a happily married woman and she had never cheated but she was enjoying his company and neither of them had been ready to call it a night. She had no intention of sleeping with him but she was a little drunk and her inhibitions were low. He was undeniably hot but he was most definitely not her type. She had never been especially attracted to black men either physically or emotionally. She had always been drawn to preppy white guys but Tre had an incredible fit body and he possessed the quiet confidence that she had always been drawn to.
"Red or white?" Tre asked as he looked at the stash inside the minibar.
"Is there a chardonnay?" Carole asked trying not to sound pretentious. She was a bit of a wine snob and while she usually preferred reds she felt a refreshing chilled white was more apropos for their beach side location.
Tre nodded and poured the wine into one of the two wine glasses provided above the bar. He then mixed himself a rum and coke before moving to join her on the couch. It looked out onto the 7th floor balcony and during the day the white sand and the blue water of the Gulf of Mexico stretched as far as the eye could see.
Carole was in the Florida panhandle for a week to train the local staff of their regional office. She had kept a low profile for her first three nights, eating dinner at the outside tiki bar and going to bed early but it was her last night in town and she was flying home the following afternoon.
"Thank you," Carole said pleasantly as she took the glass from his ebony hand. He was a dark skinned black man with a faint Caribbean accent. She felt a mild spark when his hand brushed against hers and she discretely bit her bottom lip to calm her nerves. She couldn't remember the last time she had been alone with a man other than her husband Jeremy. He wasn't the jealous type but she knew he wouldn't approve of her situation, even if her intentions were mostly pure. "Now what were you saying before they so rudely kicked us out of the tiki bar?" Carole laughed to hide her anxiety.
"Oh yeah," Tre said with a wry grin. They had talked about a multitude of things - anxiety, hotel bar. She was a sports fan and he had regaled her with stories of playing college football fifteen years earlier, and she had told him about her marriage, her grown children and her job as an insurance fraud investigator.
Tre took a long sip of his drink and looked into her pretty eyes. She was twelve years his senior but very pretty with long auburn hair and an adorable smile. She had a thick curvy body with big, heavy breasts, wide hips and a fat, juicy ass. He loved heavyset white women and she had caught his eye the day before when she was eating dinner alone at the bar.
Carole felt her heart jump in her chest and a shiver ran down her spine. His sexy smile made her knees weak and his warm bedroom eyes looked at her so intensely that she couldn't look away.
"I like you Carole," Tre said in a deep, sexy voice as he continued to hold her gaze. He inched closer on the sofa and his leg touched hers. The contact was electric and her breath caught in her chest. She felt her oft needy sex grow moist and she squeaked like a field mouse as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Why?" Carole asked in her usual self deprecating manner. "I'm old and fat." She grinned sheepishly and Tre shook his head.
"No, you are pretty and sexy and fun," He countered as he reached for her knee. His hand was warm and his touch was surprisingly welcome.
"I, I'm married," Carole stammered weakly. She knew she should leave but her usually rational mind had taken a back seat to something raw and primal. His fingers lightly caressed the smooth flesh of her inner knee and she suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. She was still in the dress she had worn into her regional office and its hem had ridden way up exposing her creamy white thigh.
"I know," Tre replied coolly, "but tonight is your last night in town and I think we are both ready for an experience."
He leaned in and their lips met in a warm, gentle kiss. Her pulse quickened and her mind reeled. She had told him earlier that she had been married for more than twenty years and she had never kissed or dated a black man. Her mouth opened and his tongue slipped past her lips. It grazed her teeth and his hand crept slowly up her inner thigh making her shudder wantonly. She felt a surge of moisture flood her sex and she moaned softly into his warm mouth. Her body was humming and she wrapped her arms around his torso clutching at his strong back.
Their passion built quickly and Carole groaned as Tre leaned her back and pressed his strong body against her. She could feel the bulge of his manhood against her doughy belly. She had only had sex with three men in her life and all had been about the same size but Tre felt bigger and she felt an intense flutter in her gut. She knew of the stereotypes of black men but she had always assumed it was bullshit and she had never been especially concerned with the size of a guys dick. But Tre being big added to her excitement and her hips began to undulate.
Tre pulled his soft lips away from her and flashed her a sexy smile. He grabbed the hem of her dress and rolled off of her.