My name is Kirsten. For those of you who have been following my journey to explore my sexually, I'm twenty-five years old and unattached. I'm a redhead, not flaming red, but still a redhead. I stand about 5'2", weigh about 135, and I have generally nice curves. Not huge up top, 32C, but no one has complained so far. I try to stay in shape with running and visits to the gym when I can.
My recent success hooking up with a couple using the ads on Craigslist had me feeling rather adventurous so I begin looking through the other listings. I avoided the male seeking female ads, focusing on the men seeking a couple. I figured that a different kind of man was placing those ads, and, while I was not a couple, I could pretend to be a married woman seeking a little something on the side.
The other force driving my search was my recent interest in porn. I had never really looked at porn much before - some with my ex-boyfriend at his insistence - but the pictures I received from Melissa (the wife from the couple I met) made me rethink the whole thing. I was very turned on by the adult pictures of her and her husband, and so I turned to internet searches to find other stimulating images that I could rely on during my solo sessions.
So while I was trying to get my nerve up to answer another ad, I was also surfing a variety of porn sites. It was only a matter of time before I ran across the whole interracial scene.
I had seen adds for BBC seeking couple on Craigslist which then informed my google searches. I was looking at a LOT of BBC! Which then had the effect of ONLY looking at adds for BBC on Craigslist. A vicious circle!
I was transfixed by the videos and pictures of white women being drilled by black guys, and, of course, porn being porn, I was breathless when considering the size of some of the black cocks in the pictures and videos. I had never been with a black guy before, but now I was determined to add that experience to my scrapbook of memories!
Deciding to wait until another out of town trip, I looked at my schedule, and I then started combing the ads for the city I was due to travel to in a couple weeks. I also thought about my "story". I decided that I would play the role of a married woman whose husband was rather conservative sexually. I had been married for about three years, and I fulfilled my desires by having "adventures" when I had to travel. I even found fake rings in an antique store that I could wear to add some authenticity to my story.
On the Sunday before I was due to leave town, I found what looked like the perfect ad. The guy was in his 40's, looking for a couple or a married women. His add included pictures of his cock up next to a shampoo bottle. It was huge! He stated that he tended to be dominant but respectful, and he indicated that he would be willing to meet for a drink to make sure everything was cool.
I responded, telling him I was a married woman who would be in town on a business trip that week. My husband would not be with me, but I was interested in getting together if he was interested. I included vital stats and my email address along with a sexy picture of me in lingerie but with my face cut off. I indicated that I would be willing to send my number and face picture if he really was interested. I was incredibly nervous, but I hit "Send".
By the time I left for the airport on Wednesday morning, I had still not had any response from the guy on Craigslist. I was a little disappointed, but I resolved to check out other ads once I got to my destination.
Wednesday was very busy, and that night I just ate dinner alone and crashed early. On Thursday morning I checked my email, and I had a response from an unknown source with the topic line: "Still Interested? D".
I nervously opened the message; it was from the guy on Craigslist. He said he was very interested if I was still looking, and he said that he was free tonight around 8:00 pm. I pulled up his ad again, and I stared at the pictures of his cock. Nervous but getting horny, I hit "Reply".
I told him that I was still looking, I asked him if we could meet in the hotel bar where I was staying. I included the name of the hotel, my number, and, at the last minute, I attached a quick selfie that showed my face. I hit "Send".
As I was dressing, the sound went off on my phone indicating a new text message.
"Tonight at 8. Hotel bar. Wear something sexy. Derek."
My hands were shaking as I replied back, "I'll be there."
The rest of the day was torture. The meetings were boring, and I had trouble focusing on my work. I rushed back to the hotel after dinner with clients after begging off going out for a drink.
I showered and dressed with images of Derek's big black cock lingering in my mind. Putting on a sexy bra and pantie combination, I slid into a silky forest green dress and black heels. I touched up my hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. Hot. I smiled, grabbed my purse and headed down stairs.
I was early, so I sat down at the end of the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Around 10 minutes to 8, I saw this tall, bald african american gentleman enter the bar looking very sharp in dark slacks and a white collarless shirt. I had to stifle a giggle as I thought "Great. Black Minister look."
He looked around the bar, his eyes settling on me, and he walked over with a big smile on his face.
"Kirsten." He held out his hand.
"Derek." After a brief handshake, he lingered, tracing the inside of my arm with his fingers. I could tell he had also taken a glance at my "wedding rings".
He slid into the stool next to mine. "You look incredible. The dress really goes with the color of your hair." He dropped his right arm around the back of my chair turning a quarter turn toward me.
We engaged in some small talk as we worked on our drinks. The tension was incredible. I already knew I was taking him back to the room, and I knew he would not decline.
I smiled, taking a sip of my wine, "This seems to be going well.."
He smiled as he played with a lock of my hair, "Natural redhead?"
His left hand dropped to my knee and inched slowly up my leg a couple inches.
I felt myself blushing as I nodded.
His fingers continued to creep slowly up my leg. "Can you prove it?"
"...Yes..." I smiled shyly back, "...sometimes..."
His hand moved under the edge of my skirt as he caught the eye of the young lady tending bar.
"Ah...so you shave..." He smiled looking deep into my eyes as his hand crept higher touching the lace of my panties.
"..um..." I muttered as the bartender was standing expectantly in front of us.
Derek left his hand right where it was as he ordered us a round of drinks. I gulped down the rest of my wine as my face burned with embarrassment.
"You ok?" He teased.
My voice was just above a whisper, "Yes...fine..."
"Good." His fingers worked under the edge of my panties, and eased along the edge of my pussy, "Do you do this often Kirsten?"
We were interrupted by the arrival of the drinks, and I muttered a "thank you" as I picked up the new glass of wine trying not to think too much about the fingers circling the opening to my cunt.
"..some...not too often.." I managed to stammer, "..really kinda new to this.."
"Husband know?" One finger slid up the slit of my pussy sending sparks shooting through me.
"...No..." I sipped my wine, and stifled a low moan.
"So your secret then..." Derek started to work his finger slowly into me while watching my reaction. His finger was huge! I gasped thinking, "Shit, I've had cocks smaller than this!"
"...Yes...I guess so....yes..." I wasn't sure if I was answering his question or encouraging him in rubbing my pussy.
My dress was pushed almost up to my hip on the side closet to Derek, and I spread my legs apart slightly to allow him easier access. The bar was not real crowded, and Derek was mainly blocking any view from beyond. Only the woman tending bar was really able to see what Derek was doing when she came by to ask if we were doing ok.
His finger slipped deep into my dripping pussy as I stammered out, "I'm doing fine...thank you."
The bartender glanced to my lap then up to Derek's face before turning to me a big knowing smile on her face, "Let me know if you need anything else then."
We try to continue with some small talk, as Derek continued to finger me slowly. I was going out of my mind as warm feelings spread through my groin. The bartender came back around asking if we were good.
Again I managed an embarrassed smile as I muttered, "I'm good."
Derek glanced at the dazed look on my face and just smiled at the bartender, "I think we are ready to pay the tab."
He leaned in close to me as his finger slowly and insistently slid in and out of my aching pussy, "...are you ready Kirsten?"
I could only manage a brief nod as I shuddered and expelled a soft moan.
Derek slowly withdrew his finger, briefly circling the tip of it around my clit. He ran his hand down my thigh to my knee as the bartender came back with our tab. Throwing down a couple bills to cover the drinks, he took my hand as I slid off the stool onto wobbly legs. I realized how big Derek actually was now that I was actually standing next to him. I'm 5'3", and I just came up to his shoulder. He placed a hand gently on the small of my back sending little shivers racing along my spine.
Derek directed me toward the door, and I blushed as the bartender called after us, "Have a good night guys!"
I felt that everyone in the hotel lobby was watching us as we made our way to the elevators. We got on with several other people, and rode to the 5th floor. Again, I felt eyes boring into me from behind as Derek's hand dropped to my ass as we exited onto my floor.
We turned left down the hall stopping in front of my door. Derek was caressing my shoulder as I fumbled in my purse for the room key card. He took the card from me, and opened the door, stepping into the room ahead of me. He turned to face me and smiled
