I decided to go to a club in McAllen called 3911, that was highly recommended by a number of people. They have a DJ most nights, and, on a few occasions, they would have live bands performing. With my main purpose being there was for drinking, not socializing, I arrived at the club plenty early. Because of the sparse crowd, I was able to take a seat at the bar. I ordered a captain and ginger. Noticing the fancy décor, I suspected there would be a high scale clientele.
It didn't take long and the place started to fill up. A huge black man sat next to me who was about 6'8" and very muscular. As he took his seat, we exchanged greetings, but we didn't say much to each other for maybe a half hour or so. I guess he just needed to get comfortable enough to strike up a conversation, but finally he did.
He told me his name was Rob. I asked him what brought him to the city and he told me it was his job. He works for the FBI and had to relocate for it. He went on to tell me where he was from but had not been home for quite some time, because there was just nothing there for him.
I have to confess I was enjoying my conversation with my new friend and I did get a little tingle when he asked why a pretty sexy latina woman like me is alone in a club. Well, I didn't want to bore him with all the details so I just told him that I had a really bad day and all my friends had plans. I went on to tell him how I didn't want to sit home alone so I decided to come out and enjoy the evening.
Soon as we began to know each other better, our conversation lead to more personal issues. I told him how I was divorced and about my kids. He mentioned that he had met a sexy latina here before and I reminded him of her. I asked, "Do you remember her name?" He said "Isela." After telling him I was a teacher, he became a little more intrigued, and commented that he never had a teacher that looked like me. I smiled and felt yet another tingle shoot through my body, emanating from my heating up core.
As the night went on we drank, talked, laughed and danced some, having a wonderful time together. Rob never said a word but my mind started to think about being with him in bed. I had never been with a black man, in fact, the only naked black man I ever saw was in a video. As the fascinations built, I would think realistically that I might be jumping the gun here. He has been nothing but a gentleman and may not have any interest in bedding me at all.
It was getting late and the crowd was noticeably thinning out in the club. That is when Rob leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "I'm having a wonderful time, and I do not want this night to end. Would I be out of line to ask if you might like to go back there for a few drinks?"
I felt myself become flushed as I sat there quietly for a few seconds. My mind wondered for what seemed like forever, as I started thinking of the possibilities both positive and negative. As I jolted back to reality I smiled and told Carl, "I would love to."
I left my car in the parking lot as we walked to his Mercedes. As we walked I was holding onto Carl's arm and was in awe of just how big it was. He obviously worked out and his arms were very muscular and defined. I am not sure if I was so fixated on how muscular his arms were or with the color contrast of our respective skin tones. My mind wondered as I watched my small little hands hold onto this large muscular black arm. It was turning me on just to see that.
We drove to his house. "This is my place," Rob said. When we reached the front doors opened revealing Rob's house right in front of us. At that moment it hit me that he must be doing extremely well for himself with this exquisite house in this neighborhood.
As I stood in the middle of his living room I softly whispered to him, "Your place is beautiful."
Rob smiled and as he approached me as he said, "Not as gorgeous as you are." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. I melted as I felt his strong arms pull me into his body. I felt Rob's hands untie my halter top, as he broke our kiss and stepped backward. The top fell downward as my 38D tits sprung into view. He stood motionless for a few seconds lusting over my perky and upright girls.
After what seemed like forever, I stepped closer to Rob and started unbuttoning his shirt. As the last button was undone my hands moved to his chest and I caressed his body. His chest was rock solid, stirring the passion in my loins. Slowly I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders and the garment fell silently to the floor. I know he had to capture the lust in my eyes as my hands moved back to his chest. I leaned into him as I softly kissed his chest, even allowing my tongue to circle his dark mocha brown nipples. Just the touch of his molten hot black muscular pecs had my honey pot on fire, with my moisture rapidly leaking down my thighs. What a magnificent black body.
Rob's hands moved to my waist as he undid the buttons of my dress letting it slid down over my hips. The dress fell to the floor. With no panties to cover his view of my shaved pussy, I stood there naked in front of him in just my four inch heals. Soon after lusting over the sight before him, he was so overcome with arousal a simple whisper escaped his full lips, "Wow!"
With me being so completely exposed, my passion building, I needed to see this older, muscular, hot black man! Was it true what was always said about black men was true? I once again moved to him as my hands reached for his belt. I slowly undid it, and then I unbuttoned his pants; all the time my eyes were locked to his. Slowly I knelt in front of him, almost worshiping this ebony god before me. My hands moved to each side of his waist and I slowly I pushed his pants downward soon in a pool around his ankles.
