He had never been with a black woman before, nor had she ever crossed the racial line . . . until now.
Sitting in the stiff backed chairs, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the little table, they made small talk while waiting for the motel room's air conditioner to clear the staleness. They had spent the evening dancing, their bodies pressing into each others as they swayed to the gentle rhythm of the slow songs, growing sweaty as they moved to the fast ones. They had come to the motel on her insistence and although he didn't understand why they couldn't just go back to his place he didn't argue with her.
He didn't argue because she was beautiful . . . gorgeous. An actual ebony goddess. And he wanted her. Although she always looked good, she looked exceptionally hot tonight. She wore a short, tight dress, one that clung to and followed every curve of her wonderful body. The hem reached halfway down her thighs and it had a curved, low cut top that exposed the smooth tops of her breast. Her nipples could be seen starting to poke out at the front of those soft mounds.
While the AC blew the room's stale air away they sat with their chairs close, mumbling silly, unimportant things with occasional interruptions by their lips brushing against one another's. Eventually one of those brief interruptions turned into a long, slow kiss with their lips parting to allow their tongues access across the borders. Her hands were on his legs, resting lightly atop his thighs, and her fingers lightly scratched at his pants. His own hands were raised, one cupping the side of her face, the other holding her arm. The kiss lingered on and on, neither of them in a hurry to break the connection, their bodies growing ever warmer. He left his eyes open slightly, admiring her beautiful features, the glow emanating from her face. When they did eventually separate and he looked into her eyes he saw a desire in the brown orbs, a hunger that was building inside of her.
"I think the AC's done its job," he whispered.
"Mm-hmm," she agreed, her face radiating a false innocence. "But it still seems hot in here."
They stood up then and she kind of pushed her chair back away from her. They embraced, their arms slipping around each other and squeezing their bodies together as their lips met and their tongues delved into the other's mouth again. Her hands slid up to rest upon his shoulders while his caressed her back. Her breasts were smashed against him, her body folding in and pressing hard. One of his hands slid down to cup her ass cheek, his fingers gripping the soft flesh beneath her dress. Applying pressure there he pushed her into him harder, ground his crotch against her. Inside his pants his cock throbbed, blood rushing to it as it grew. She felt this and pressed herself against it firmer, lifting herself slightly on her toes and rubbing her body against the growing member.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured.
The sound of it made his cock twitch even more, caused it to jump as a surge of blood was driven into it.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured again as she felt the reaction against her.
The evening of dancing, with their bodies grinding against each other, had already ignited a fire within her loins. She felt herself growing hotter as they kissed, as their bodies rubbed together now. They continued to kiss for several minutes, their lips parting for a moment then pressing together again. Their tongues swirled over and around each other. His one hand massaged her back, caressed the lower portion of it, while his other cupped and squeezed her ass. Her fingers dug slightly into his shoulders, scratching lightly at his shirt. Her breathing grew shallower and her lips pressed against his with more hunger, her tongue dove and swirled faster.
Then her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest where they undid a couple of his shirt buttons before slipping inside. Her nails tickled his skin as her fingers played across his chest. Their lower bodies continued grinding into one another. Her hips rolled in small circles as she ground and humped her body at his crotch. His cock responded appropriately, growing harder within its confines until it ached within the cramped quarters.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured.
"Mmmm," he agreed.
Still they kissed, their lips and tongues meeting, slithering, pressing. Her breathing grew shallower, heavier. Her fingers undid more of his shirt buttons, her upper body pulling away so that she could open it until only the one tucked into his pants remained attached. Her hands ran up and down his chest and stomach, her nails scratching lightly across his skin. Releasing her ass cheeks he slid his hands up her back to reach for the dress' zipper. Instantly she pulled her mouth away from his, breaking their kiss, to look up at him with a mischievous little grin.
"Uh-uh," she said, one hand reaching back to stop him. "Not yet."
He looked into her eyes, into her dark rushing orbs filled with passion, desire, lust and something else. He couldn't tell what that something else was but he knew it was there. Unwilling to spoil what was happening he quickly shrugged acceptance and dropped his hands back down, both of them filling themselves with her ass now. Gripping the round orbs of dress-covered flesh he pushed their bodies together again as her hands once more returned to his chest and their lips met again.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as their tongues swirled, their bodies ground.
Minutes later her hands started working at his belt and the button to his pants. She had to pull her body away from him to undo it all and both of them felt a sense of loss as they were forced to stop grinding against one another. While they still kissed, their tongues swirling and diving, she managed to completely undo his pants and tug the shirt tail out, undoing the last button and leaving it hanging open. She then reached down inside his shorts and wrapped her dark little fingers around his hardening cock, giving it a gentle squeeze as she did.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Her tongue drove heavily against his and a shiver raced through her body causing her to shake slightly. Holding onto his rod, now freer within the loosened confines and able to grow harder, she squeezed and tugged on it with her delicate fingers. She moaned into his mouth as she felt blood pumping into the cock, felt it growing harder in her grasp.
Passion washed through her body as she squeezed and pulled at the growing cock. The fires within her loins grew hotter, burned higher. She felt her body tingling with anticipation, felt her nerves quivering as they were touched by the fingers of her lust.
Because of their new position, with light and air between them, he could no longer hold onto her ass and had instead wrapped his hands onto her waist. His fingers held onto her tightly, gently gripping her and using her to help him maintain his balance as his lust coursed through his body and made his legs shaky. Their deep, wet kiss ended and she pressed her lips to his again in one more long, hard kiss, but without tongue this time. She then pulled away completely as her eyes trailed down across his torso and to the shorts into which her hand disappeared. As she eyed the cock she held she mewed in her throat and her tongue flickered out to lick her lips.
He stood there looking down at her, a clear view of her cleavage being given to him. The brown swells were held tightly within her dress, the tops tantalizingly displayed. He watched them rise and fall with her heavy breaths. At the front her nipples were now fully outlined against the dress' material.
While they stood there for a minute then, her squeezing and tugging gently on his cock, she leaned in a couple times and brushed her lips across his chest, tantalizing breaths of sensitivity against his skin.
Her breathing grew shallower, her chest rising heavier. A couple of times she glanced up at his face but her eyes quickly diverted themselves. She gave the impression of someone unable to make any real contact while having an internal argument with themselves. As she continued to stroke his now near erect cock, his lust boiling inside of him, he started to worry that she was having second thoughts. That she was going to back out.
But when she did manage to make and hold eye contact a moment later he saw no retreat in them, only a raging lust. She had a hungry, sultry look on her face as she stood there in her skimpy dress, the tops of her breasts displayed, her hard nipples protruding. Her hand stroked his cock. She breathed heavily, nearly panting.
"Am . . ." she whispered quietly, her voice shaky. "Am . . . Am I . . . dirty?"
His cock nearly leapt out of his shorts as her words slipped past her lips and into his ears. Staring into her eyes he knew it was not a real question, but really a request. She had certain needs, certain desires and she was letting them be known.
"Yes," he grinned happily. "You are dirty. You're a dirty little slut."
He quickly slid one hand up to cup her head, his fingers wrapping around the back and his thumb slipping across her cheek to the edge of her lips.
