My name is Christine and I wanted to share the first meeting between me and a black man I met on a dating website. His name was Kevin and he worked as an accountant. We talk to each other for several months and grew very close to each other. I have always been attracted to black men. Kevin told me he had dated a couple white women in college so race wasn't a big deal for us. As the months pass we decided it was time to meet each other but it was also tax season. This time of the year was very busy for Kevin. We sometimes went days with out chatting or texting but he still would send me an email. Here is the story of our first meeting. Enjoy.
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I decide that you work too hard all week and so I decide to make the trip out to you. We decide that we are going to spoil ourselves all weekend. I arrive about 8 p.m. Friday night, hair disheveled from the flight. I step off the plane and immediately start to get butterflies, knowing that you are somewhere near, my pussy starts to throb and I can feel the moisture beginning to build between my thighs. Just keep walking so I don't get caught up in how I'm feeling. I find myself almost at a slow jog and slow down, I can't believe how my heart is racing...
Around the corner is the baggage claim.. I see you before you see me and at that moment the moisture turns into a noticeable stream that if I had panties on would cause them to be very wet, instead runs on my thigh.
"Damn it's going to be a long weekend.." This what I think to myself as I stare at my chocolate man.
You catch my eyes and a big dorky smile comes across my face. We walk up to each other and embrace each other. It's not just a hug, but a hug like we were Siamese twins, not wanting to let go but doing so becausec we could stand there all night.
As we begin to walk toward your car you grab my hand and it sends a shiver down my whole body, the goosebumps on my arms are very noticeable. I let out a nervous giggle and you smile back at me. Those brown eyes and brown lips make me so weak.
We get in the car and we are both a little shy at first, but you begin to drive us to the hotel. I look over and can see that your dick is getting hard through your pants. I think to myself, it's a shame to just watch. So as we are sitting at a stop light and your looking out the window pointing out some points of interest. You feel my hand slide over and begin to take off your belt, then down goes the zipper. You are taken off guard by this as a car beeps behind us because the light has turned green..
I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Is this o.k.?" You respond with a head shake of "Yes"