Copyright (c) 2003 Bernard Gallagher, all rights reserved
Published on Literotica.com at request of and by permission of author
Dan's vacation in North Carolina was as relaxing as he had expected. He had spent the past couple of days just relaxing on Kure beach out in front of the Docksider Inn. After having finished lunch, he was catching some rays in his white trunks relaxing on the beach once again. No sooner had he closed his eyes than he heard footsteps approach on the sand and then a shadow covered the sun. He looked up to see a woman -- a slender black woman with short braided hair and wearing a two-piece black bikini -- standing over him straddling him at the hips. Before Dan had a chance to ask her to move, she squatted down, sitting on his lap, then leaned forward and laid down on top of him. Stunned, Dan failed to say anything.
A minute went by. Then two. Then five. The woman lay there breathing softly with her head nestled next to his and her chin pressing gently on his shoulder. No one else approached, or even seemed to notice two lovers snuggling together on the beach.
Failing to decide how to react after many minutes, he just put his arms around her back in an embrace and closed his eyes to return to sleep. At that, he started to develop an erection. The top of his member began pressing against her groin with some discomfort. She must have felt it too, for she lifted her hips up to let his hard on pop up in his trunks and then settled back down again pressing his hard member between their two crotches.
"Mmmmm, you like hot chocolate, don't you, white boy," she whispered in his ear.
Finally, an opening to which he replied, "Yeah, seeing all the black bodies around here sure got me hungry for some hot chocolate, as you call it."
"Mmmm, hmmmm," she cooed.
"Well, you must like, er, white chocolate, huh?"
She lifted her chest up on her arms forming a Y with their two bodies to face him. "Well, I guess I owe you an explanation."
Looking into her brown and white eyes that seemed to glow like flares against the utter black of her skin, he uttered, "I guess."
"My boyfriend broke up with me a couple of days ago for some white bitch. After living with him for a year, the sumbitch really dissed me and I was really bummed today, so my sistah picked you out on the beach and dared me to go for it."
"She picked me out for you, eh?"
"Well, yeah. But you're kind'a cute. And you're not from these parts, are you?"
"I'm from Jersey. Vacation, you know?"
"You got a name?"
"I'm Dan. How about your name?"
"Keisha."
"Well, it's really nice to meet you, Keisha. I can't think of a better way to meet a girl than to have her come out of nowhere and lay down on top of me!"
"You liked that, did you?" she asked.
"You scared the crap out of me at first, but it seems to be working out pretty good so far."
"So you, like, want me to stay."
"Sure."
Keisha lowered herself back down and held her face a fraction of an inch from his. Dan swallowed and licked his lips, a moment later, their mouths were pressed together as their tongues wrestled together.
Dan lost track of the time they spent in lip-lock, but Dan heard footsteps approaching once again as air started to cool from the setting sun. Breaking their lip-lock, Dan saw a black guy standing a few steps away from them.
"Uh, oh," Dan thought.
Keisha must have felt Dan tense up, for she turned her head and also looked up.
"Duayne! What you doing here?"
"Didn't take long for you to get some white ass of your own, babe."
Keisha stood, "What you want, you bastard?"
"I thought you might want these." He dropped two old tattered yellow suitcases in the sand and turned and strode away.
Keisha rolled off Dan, picked up the suitcases, and opened one. "Shit. Least he could'a folded 'em!"
"What did he give you?" Dan asked.
"Just my clothes."
"Need a place to stay?"