Angela

For the second time in 2013, inclement weather would work in my favor to lead to a memorable sexual encounter. While I'll always remember December 26, 2013 as the most memorable date of my sex life (which will have to wait until the next chapter,) just a fortnight prior to that date was the day I was stranded out of town on a business trip. A combined lack of sleep and entertainment options as I waited for the first flight that would take me home resulted in an experience I will never forget.

With me on that trip was a very attractive co-worker of mine who, until then, had never grabbed my attention sexually. Her name was Angela. She was a few years older than I, and we had both started working for our company in the same year. She was a little shorter than I, maybe 5'8" or 5'9", and was thin but packing a sweet ass and nice, albeit somewhat small boobs. Her hair was very dark brown -- black, really -- and her eyes were a deep brown. What really set her apart from any of the girls I've had sex with before or since was her light African American skin. Before this trip, I had never really thought about fucking a black girl, but if I were ever going to, I guess I always figured Angela would be the one.

Angela and I shared a supervisor who thought it would be good to send us on this trip, and now I could never thank my boss enough for making that call. Angela and I had a great time away, both professionally, as we gained some good experience, and personally, as we really got to know each other well for the first time, despite working together for almost a couple years at this point.

What didn't seem that great at first was when our trip back home. Our connecting flight was completed without a hitch, but the final leg of the flight was cancelled after hours of delay. In short, it was a very frustrating experience for Angela and me as we waited several more hours in hopes of securing accommodations through the airline before finally settling on (not) sleeping in chairs in a hotel lobby.

Thankfully, as we tried to grab a flight on standby the following morning, our company arranged for us to stay in hotel until the next scheduled flight the next afternoon. To save costs, we got one room with one bed. Trying to be a gentleman, I slept on the couch while Angela slept in the bed that first stint in the hotel room where were just trying to catch up on the sleep we had lost the night before. It was as innocent as could be.

When we woke up, we both still felt like we had been hit by a bus, really feeling no better even after the rest. We thought getting some food might help, so we ate together and got to know each other a little better before deciding to go back to the room to sleep some more. We repeated the same thing, waking up to eat and having more good conversation over food that was just OK before heading back to the room, this time for the night. The only difference this time was that the conversation over our meal turned very, very flirty.

Again, maybe it was the fatigue or maybe it was the boredom, but all of a sudden Angela and I were looking at each other a little differently. We may have had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner too, in full disclosure. Regardless, we got back to the room giggling and still flirting, showing all the signs of a hook-up.

Before anything happened, however, we were both overdue for showers. We took turns, Angela allowing me to go first since I would be quicker. While I cleaned up, it started to sink in how it really looked like I was about to bang this hot black chick whom I had worked with for a while and had never even fantasized about until now. I briefly wondered if I really planned on going through with it, but once I was out of the shower and caught Angela undressing, I was never more certain of anything else in my life.

Smiling and not saying a word, she walked past me completely naked and then closed the bathroom door behind her. As she took her turn in the shower, I watched TV and really thought about what had been creeping into my mind the past several days: what it would be like to have sex with Angela. Compounding those thoughts was the memory from earlier this year when I fucked a friend of mine for the first time after I watched TV as this friend used my shower. It's funny how history repeats itself.

When Angela came out after taking her time cleaning herself and blow-drying her hair, it really gripped me how hot she was. I had always known she was attractive -- anyone with eyes could see that -- but maybe it was the fact that she was black that I never really thought about fucking her, since I liked my white girls. In that moment, though, I realized how lucky a guy would be to nail her.

I also realized I had grown more emotionally comfortable with Angela too, which certainly played a role in the growing attraction. I felt safer with Angela than I had since I'd met her, which helped my mind see her in a different light. I would find out that that comfort was mutual between the two of us, which would lead to what happened next.

Angela was dressed now, wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt that showed off some of her cleavage. It was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. "I'd hate for you to sleep on that awful couch again," Angela said. There was definitely still that flirty tone in her voice, but she was being a little too shy to come right out and say what she was thinking. "Why don't you take the bed this time?"

"And have you sleep on the couch?" I responded. "Absolutely not!"

"Well," she said, "the bed has room for two."

I exhaled, thankful for what was transpiring. "That's dangerous," I said. "I might not be able to keep my hands off you after all we've been through, and our bosses wouldn't look to fondly on that!" I was quite confident by this point that Angela wouldn't be offended by what I was saying.

"And that would be our business and our business only," Angela said with a grin that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than seductive. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but all of a sudden, the best way we saw to pass the time was to have sex because why not? Hell if I had a reason to refrain.

"When was the last time you did this?" Angela asked. It hadn't been that long since I had had sex, actually. Omitted from this series so far is a girl named Britney whom I fucked a couple times over that past summer. However, that fling fizzled out quickly, and our trysts, though fun, weren't really worth the effort of documenting. But not only was fucking a sexy co-worker on a business trip the shared fantasy of most men, this night would be my lone interracial experience and one I would never forget, certainly earning its place in this series.

I answered her question, and she responded with some blushing that it had been almost a year since she had gotten laid! It must have been from a lack of trying, because I knew of at least five people at work alone who would have happily fucked the slender black chick. "We need to break that!" I said as we made our way over to the bed.

We both quickly disrobed, and I made it very obvious to Angela that I was checking her out and liking what I saw. The moment I'd caught her undressing was so quick and fleeting that I had been barely able to process it at all, but now I could take all the time I needed. Angela smiled and blushed at my compliment as she sat on the bed completely naked, and I joined her while wearing the same amount of clothing. What would have certainly been a terribly awkward situation perhaps even earlier that day was now flowing seamlessly as we prepared to become more than just coworkers, even if just for tonight.

I leaned in and kissed Angela, making the first move. She kissed me back and fell into the mattress with me on top of her. Her body felt tight and warm, and my cock was getting harder and harder the longer I was in contact with her until I was as erect as possible. I couldn't help but grind on her a bit as we kissed, and I was happy to notice her grinding back as we were now hopelessly lost in lust (though, really more than anything, just looking for something to make this layover less miserable.)

When our long kiss broke off, Angela said, "My pussy's nice and wet," as those big brown eyes looked longingly into my soul.

"Wow," I muttered. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."

"And yet here we are!" she responded in her own goofy tone, her eyes wide and face bright. Few words were exchanged after those ones, as Angela spread her legs and reached in between them with one hand to hold her pussy open. I could tell she wasn't lying about being wet!

I lay on top of Angela, kissing her again as I shoved my cock into her open pussy, sliding it in with little difficulty until I was sheathed fully inside her. It was then that she finally asked, "Am I your first black girl?"

I nodded in the affirmative and was going to ask if I was her first white man, but before I could even ask the question, she offered the information that she had, in fact, done so. I wasn't surprised. I'm sure, despite her current slump, she had gotten more action in her life than I had.

I relaxed on top of Angela, her long, dark hair falling behind her shoulders. I then slid my hands behind her back and lay tightly against her as I gently pushed my cock into her and began to fuck her slowly. Angela smiled and signed with pleasure, and I couldn't help but moan myself as that tight, wet pussy moistened my cock as I delved deeper and deeper inside the young black woman. Angela then wrapped her arms around me and held me closer as she started to moan louder, taking the slow but steady pumps from my hips.

"Harder," she said under her breath. "Do me harder." I had no problem with her earnest request, so I pumped a little faster, causing my balls to slap against her taint. Her nails were now sinking into my back, and I was kissing her neck and ever increasing the pace of my thrusts into her wonderful love hole. The mattress creaked relatively quietly beneath us, being the only other noise we heard in that quiet hotel.

Our deep breaths filled the air around us as I looked into Angela's eyes, steadily thrusting in and out of her sexy body. Her mouth hung open as occasional moans escaped her throat. My flesh steadily slapped against hers as I fucked her, forcing her boobs to bounce up and down slightly each time I slid back inside her. As my hard cock made love to Angela's wet pussy, I held myself up with one arm while my free hand explored that beautiful frame.

My hand started up her leg, which alone made Angela coo, and worked its way up to that twat that was adeptly pleasuring my dick. I really made Angela moan when I started to rub her clit as I still railed her, which encouraged me to increase the pace of my thrusts and slam into her even harder while keeping my hand in place. As a result, Angela moaned even louder, causing a vicious cycle where I was further aroused to fuck her even harder the louder she moaned and she moaned louder the harder I fucked her, all the while as I played with her clit.

We were now both sweating and moaning, intense pleasure coursing through our bodies as we lost track of time and the rest of the world around us, lost in our blissful lovemaking. I'd never been with a woman who moaned during sex as much as Angela did, and it was really driving me wild as I screwed her with unbridled passion. I couldn't help but leave my finger rubbing her clit, as I really liked the affect it was having on her!

At last, through ragged breaths and over the sound of the creaking bed, Angela gasped, "You're making me cum!" Just as I pushed Angela over the edge, I put both hands on her boobs and thrust powerfully into her cunt as it began to convulse around me. Angela screamed -- literally screamed -- as I continued to thrust hard and fast, in and out of her as she came, releasing so many months of pent-up sexual frustration. I was more than happy that I had gotten to be the one to do it for her.

I had just proudly got my co-worker off, but it was now my turn to be satisfied, and Angela knew it. As she caught her breath, she asked me if there was another position I'd like to try. After taking a brief moment to think about it, I made up my mind and desisted from pummeling that sweet pussy for just a moment as Angela obediently assumed my requested position, hopping out of bed and bending over it with her feet on the floor. I joined her on the floor as well, standing behind her as she spread her legs apart and welcomed me back inside her.

With one hand on my cock, I guided it back into that satisfied but still wet pussy, then put my hands on Angela's hips as I sank back deep inside her until my balls touched her taint. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed with pleasure as Angela's tight hole gripped my dick again, accepting me inside her. Just before I got going, Angela gave me just one instruction: "Fuck me as hard as you can!"

She had been so submissive to bend over for me, that the least I could do was return the favor and do as she requested. Holding tightly to Angela's waist, I took just a couple trial runs thrusting in and out of her hot body before I went right to nailing her, shaking her body and shifting it forward as I drove the whole length of my penis into her fuck hole. Angela cried out and gripped the sheets, encouraging me to go harder. I couldn't really go much harder than I did, but I did proceed to slide back and forth into that sexy black body as fast as I could while pounding that tight little twat to my heart's content.

Sweat came pouring down my forehead and chest as the slapping of my hips against Angela's ass joined the chorus of Angela's cries and moans throughout the remainder of our passionate lovemaking. I could barely utter a sound myself beside my groans and heavy breathing, so entranced was I with having sex with my co-worker. Perhaps it was because I was so tired and wrecked from the trip, but it didn't feel surreal. I thought I was dreaming. I had never seen Angela in this light before, and now, all of a sudden, I was having surprisingly hot sex with her in a hotel on a business trip like we were starring in a pornographic film!

I slammed in and out of Angela as hard and fast as I could for as long as I could, and she took it as well as any bitch I have ever fucked. Her brown skin shined in the light of that hotel room as I madly rocked her body back and forth. Unfortunately, I got pretty exhausted after just a few minutes. It didn't really matter, though, since my senses were on overdrive at this point, and I was plenty ready to cum. As she sensed my slowing down, Angela asked me, "Where do you want to cum?"

"In your mouth," I answered. I'm not really sure why I said her mouth particularly, but it seemed as good a place as any. For another minute or so, I steadily railed Angela over that bed, smacking my body against hers over and over again in amazing intercourse until I reached my limit and quickly pulled out, taking my dick in my hand and stroking it as Angela hurried to her knees and opened her mouth.

In that moment, I was really tempted to cum all over that pretty face, and to this day I kind of wish I had, but what actually transpired was not bad at all either. Just as I was about to let loose, Angela leaned up and took my cock, slick with her juices, into her mouth and beat off the base of it, coaxing my load into her oral cavity. As my prick erupted inside Angela's mouth, I moaned uncontrollably, blasting the back of her throat with rope after rope of hot semen and watching her swallow every last drop.

"Holy shit," I muttered as Angela finished me off and let me slide out of her mouth. I had to sit down and couldn't help but smile at Angela, who smiled back at me as she got to her feet.

"I guess we can share the bed now," she said with that goofy grin on her face again.

We both slept like rocks that night, and we badly needed a good night's sleep. The following afternoon, we were thankfully on our way home. Once home, we never did tell anyone about our hook-up, but we did talk about it between the two of us a few times over the course of the next couple weeks. We even decided to hook up again, but it just never happened, as we soon kind of went our separate ways as far as our sexual exploits were concerned.

About a year later, Angela found a new job, and we lost touch. I always wished I could have had at least one more night with her to see if that chemistry we shared that one glorious night was the real thing or if it was just a fluke. Recently, I did happen to bump into her only to find out she was engaged, putting those hopes to rest. But you never know -- after all, her significant other wouldn't be the first guy I've met who is willing to share his partner . . . .