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."
