"Thanks. Come in."
"Michael, you look terrific. I love your suit." He had on another black suit with tiny blue stripes. He was gorgeous and I could have jumped him right there, but not that night I guess. I asked him to sit down and offered him a glass of what I was drinking.
"Sure, that would be nice." he answered. I could "feel" him looking me over as I went to get his glass of wine. I could tell he liked what he saw. His facial gestures confirmed it. I liked him too. I imagined that this good looking guy probably had more than one girl that he was seeing. It was on my mind, except it didn't bother me too much since it was just the two of us right then, and he had been giving me his full attention so far. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind. I thought about my inviting a total stranger into my apartment whom I met just hours earlier. I thought about if Michael was a very successful businessman, and if he had a lot of money. I thought about my family going bonkers once more, because I was getting involved with another black guy. I speculated about what was under all of that black wool he was wearing. I bet he had a very athletic body, and a big dick; everything a single girl needed. My head was full of ideas when my daydreaming ended abruptly.
"Oh, thanks Liz," Michael said as I handed him his glass.
"Huh? Uh, yes. Here ya go. You're welcome," I awkwardly replied, coming out of my daydream.
"So I thought we would go to Riverfront, and have dinner there. What do you think?" He asked.
"That sounds great. I love it down there. A girlfriend of mine is there somewhere tonight. Maybe we'll run into her." I said.
"The woman you were with at breakfast this morning?" He asked.
"No, another friend, Danielle. She's there with her boyfriend Randy."
"Ok. It'll be nice to meet them." He said sincerely.
We chatted about this and that for a little while, each of us having another glass of wine. I was certainly buzzed, but he seemed not. That usually spelled trouble for me, as I tend to get pretty uninhibited when I'm tipsy.
It was a good thing for him, however, although he didn't know that yet.
I had hoped that we would be able to catch Danielle and Randy at dinner. I thought she'd love to meet Michael, him being black and all, but especially because he was so dark skinned. Danielle separated from her husband to live with Randy, also black, and had a few kids with him. I had been with a few black guys since my breakup, but Michael was really dark, and the thought of us together in the sack was a complete turn on. Danielle had mentioned that the darker her guys were, the better the sex. I thought she was kidding, but I was starting to realize what she meant. I knew either way, I'd find out soon.
We left my apartment, took the elevator down, and walked to his car. Michael was a gentleman, opening and holding the door for me. I loved it when men pampered me, whenever possible, so I appreciated his gestures. In the car, on the way to the restaurant, Michael didn't try to hold my hand, or put his arm around me, or anything suggestive. He was trying to be polite, and quite the charmer he was. When we arrived, we valeted the car, and he jogged around to my side to open my door again. What a gentleman. As I stepped out of the car, the valet kids, and a few guys waiting for their cars were staring at me. I looked pretty hot in my tight little dress; I can't blame them for looking. In their gawking, they were focused on my figure, and not yet noticing that I was being escorted by a black man.
Once Michael reached for my hand to help me out of the car, all of them knew I was with him. I could see the jealousy, shock, and anger in their eyes as we walked towards the building holding hands. I thought it was kind of funny actually. They should have just minded their business and not concern themselves with other people. Screw them I thought.
The whole walkway was loud and crowded with people drinking and having fun. We casually walked from bar to bar looking for Danielle, but finally gave up as our reservation was coming up.
After we were seated, I ordered another glass of wine, and Michael ordered a scotch. We talked about who we were and what we did until the waitress came back with the drinks. We ordered dinner and took our time eating, drinking, and getting to know each other. Michael was really nice, and I really started feeling very comfortable with him. We didn't actually have all that much in common, but maybe that's what created our attraction to one another. That and the fact that he really liked blondes as it turned out, and that I was attracted to black men, I mentioned to him. I was very attracted to him, but I'm sure the alcohol was helping things along.
Dinner was great. Michael paid the bill, and we decided to go and look one more time for my girlfriend. Actually, I didn't care if we found her or not. It was just nice being with him, and strolling around and holding hands. We went up and down the walkway again to no avail, so we walked to the valet circle and got our car. When Michael closed my door for me, I decided that I would kiss him when he got into the car. After all, he had been a good boy all night, a complete gentleman, and it was about time for me to return the favor. Michael sat in the driver's seat and just got situated when I got out of mine, and leaned over to him, planting a big French kiss on his lips. We held a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before pausing to move the car out of the lot. Michael drove the car a ways down the street before pulling over to the side so we could resume our kissing. I guess the wine got the best of me, so as I leaned over again to kiss him, I accidentally slipped my hand off of Michael's leg down to his crotch. I felt his hard on through his slacks, and just for a second I stopped and said "oops," before continuing our kiss. Of course, since my hand had already been introduced to his cock, I began rubbing it from the outside. Michael had his arms around me, and moved his hands from my back to my breasts. He was caressing them as our kiss got even deeper causing my breaths to become deeper. Without much thought, I slid my hand up from his crotch, to unbuckle his belt and open his slacks. I found the zipper and pulled it down, and his hard penis popped right out for me. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock was poking right against the fabric. I then liberated it from his boxers by pulling and tugging until Michael finally helped by lifting up his butt and pulling his slacks down to his ankles. I had him all to myself then. We were still embraced in our kiss while I started stroking his long, thick cock. My suspicions were correct; it was huge. I slid my small hand up and down his shaft, moving down to cradle his balls occasionally.
It was a good thing Michael's car had tinted windows! Neither one of us was ready to stop, despite being parked on the side of the road. I wanted to say thank you for a wonderful evening by giving him a little present before taking me home. Since I was on my period, I decided to give him a blowjob he'd remember. I pulled away from our kiss and shoved his cock into my mouth. The head took up most of my mouth. His cock was ten inches long, if not longer and very wide. I bobbed my head up and down on him, grabbing a handful of his balls and I mean a handful. This guy could probably impregnate a dozen girls with one load. I kept sucking him, stopping only to swallow the mouthful of saliva mixed with his precum, and then continuing. Michael had moved his hands to my head, helping it along. He weaved his fingers in my hair, keeping it away for me and allowing him full view of what I was doing to him. I felt the base of his shaft twitch a few times before Michael told me he was going to cum.
"Liz, watch it. I'm getting close. I'm gonna cum soon." He announced as a warning for me to get ready to get outta there. He even tried lifting my head off of him, but I fought back. I wanted it badly. I wasn't able to have sex with him that night, so I decided to give him something to make up for it.
Michael sank back into the seat as I continued shoving his cock as deep as I could in and out of my mouth. He let out a big moan as I squeezed his balls in one hand, and jerked his shaft with the other. His cock started pumping hard, and the cum erupted from the head filling my mouth. He pumped it out for a long time until the contractions stopped. I made sure that I got all of it out by sliding up his cock with my fist, and sucking the head. I know guys love it when we totally clean their cocks leaving no trace of their jizz. When I was satisfied that I had gotten all of it out, I released him from my lips. I held onto him around the base of his cock as I got off of him, and moved back into my seat. Michael was still paralyzed from my efforts, and I still had his huge load of sperm in my mouth, which by that time had already numbed my tongue. His sweet, salty taste was sloshing around my mouth. I was thoroughly satisfied with the job I had done, and there was only one thing left to do: swallow. So I did. It only took one big gulp to swish it all down.
Michael regained his senses and looked over at me as I fixed myself in the sun visor mirror.
"Liz, that was just unbelievable." He said.
"I don't remember ever having a blowjob that good before! You were amazing!"
I just turned my head and looked at him, licked my lips, and smiled without saying anything for a moment. Then I explained to him that I was on my period, so I didn't want to disappoint him.
"I really want you Michael, but it'll just have to wait. I hope you're not too disappointed with me." I asked rhetorically.
"Disappointed? Oh no! That was incredible. That's the reason I prefer dating white women over black women. You really get into it all the way. Like you know just how I like it!"
He told me black women don't like going down on a man like white women do. That they don't pamper their guys the same way. Well, I suppose I was flattered. I loved oral sex. I certainly wanted more than that with Michael, but it would be a few days.
We arrived at my building, and Michael was ready to jump out and open my door again, but I stopped him.
"No, it's fine. I'll get it. I just want you to know that I had a really good time and I look forward to seeing you again soon." I told him.
