I grew up in a small rural town in Alabama. You could say it was the Mayberry of the state. My father instilled racial hate in me from the beginning (or should we say he tried.)
At the age of 18 I found myself crushing on a black man around 25. Never acting on it, I thought about it often after leaving my hometown.
I got my chance one summer day after moving to the coastal area. A tall black man was at a restaurant on the beach enjoying lunch with a friend when my coworker and I arrived on our lunch break. Being a police officer draws unnecessary and unwanted attention as a female but today was different. I noticed this man constantly looking my way and smirking at me. The waitress then walked over and informed us that the man at the table by the window had covered our lunch.
In order to show my appreciation, I walked over to thank him. He stood as I approached him and I realized instantly this man was pure muscle which put me in a trance. I reached to shake his hand, "Thank you for your kindness." He replied with a smile that instantly made my lower region moist and tingle. "It's the least I can do for a beautiful woman in a mans position. No offense."
Receiving a call, I had to rush away but I scribbled my number down on a napkin and winked, "Call me."
Later that night after a 16 hour shift my phone rang right as I got out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel I went to answer and upon hearing that deep authoritative voice from the restaurant, I became enthralled with this conversation. We talked for an hour getting to know a bit more about each other. Before hanging up we agreed to meet for dinner at 7 the next night.
To say I was excited is downplaying my emotions completely. I laid in bed that night and couldn't refrain from pleasing myself to the thought of him.
As the next night arrived I got ready. As I walked out the door wearing my sexiest red dress that barely covered my 38C breasts with 6 inch heels, I knew I looked good enough to bring him home to finally fulfill my fantasy.
Dinner progressed well with him constantly glancing down at my chest and I won't say I wasn't trying hard. I was honest with him about how I was raised and he just smiled and said, "Well Daddy isn't here now, is he?" Hearing him speak with such disregard to my raising made me want him even more.
"Would you like to join me back at my place for a little more time together?" I asked.
"Most definitely ma'am." he replied.
We made it back to my place and after watching some tv and more talking I made my move.
Leaning into him I gently kissed his lips feeling how soft and gentle they were. I let out a small moan during our kiss which caused him to reach down and very firmly grab my ass pulling me into him more. As the kissing became more passionate, I stood in front of him.
"I noticed all night how you couldn't keep your eyes off my chest." As he grinned I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it wearing a lacy red bra and red g string. I spun around in front of him with heels still on as I heard him groan deeply.