Spring Break 1993

This story is based on an experience my best friend Nancy had, but I wrote it as if it happened to me. The details are all factual and she and her husband are still married. Her daughter lives in Nigeria and works for her father. I hope you like it.

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It only happened once but it left an indelible mark on me. It was March 1993. I was a 19 and attending community College whilst living with my parents. I was in Florida for spring break with two girl friends from high school. I had a boyfriend back home but he couldn't come because he had to work and yes, I was a little drunk when I met Jean Pierre. He was an African student from Nigeria who was in the USA on a student visa. He was very tall and fit with extremely dark skin and a confident, outgoing personality, and I was naïve young woman who was far away from home and unsupervised for the first time in her young life.

We met in a bar on the beach. He was 22 and legal to drink, and I had a fake ID that said I was a 21 year old named Megan from New Jersey. He bought me several drinks while we talked and flirted. He regaled me with stories from his home in Nigeria and I was intrigued and somewhat captivated but I had no intention of sleeping with him. I was a good girl. I didn't cheat and I'd never had a one night stand but we went for a walk along the beach after the bar closed for the night. It was dark under the stars, with just a sliver of a moon to light our way. I took my sandals off and held them in one hand as we walked in the sand near the water line. He took my other hand in his and we walked and talked. He was easy to talk to and I felt shockingly close to him despite having just met him a few hours earlier. I had never met anyone like him before. He was worldly and exotic. He spoke three languages and he had traveled through much of Africa and Europe before enrolling in college. He was sexy and mysterious, but at the same time he was an open book with me. He told me all about his life and he listened when I told him about my sheltered existence. I had only had two serious boyfriends and I never been with a black guy before. Truth be told I hadn't even considered it. I didn't have a problem with it in theory but the black guys I'd known at school and growing up in New England were cocky and crass. Jean Pierre was cultured with a quiet confidence that was very sexy.

We neared the end of the public beach and he looked down at me with an expectant glimmer in his dark, pretty eyes. He was a full foot taller than me and that added to his appeal. I'd always been attracted to tall men. We stopped walking and he reached for my other hand. He pulled me into him and I didn't resist. I smiled. My mind was racing. His dark skin shimmered in the pale moon light and I felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He bent down and we kissed. We kissed softly and tenderly at first but our passion rose quickly. My lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth. It entwined with mine and I moaned into the warm enclave of our sealed lips. I could feel my juices flowing. My panties were damp and my body was humming. I wanted him badly and we were all alone on the beach. My friends had gone back to our room and no one would know what I did. I made a conscious decision and threw caution to the wind. It was out of character for me. I was the play it safe girl not the meet a guy and kiss him on the beach girl but what the heck. You only live once.

My fingers raked down his strong, muscular back. I'd always loved feeling taut muscles on a guys back. That was kind of my thing, that sexy trapezoid on a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. We kissed deeper and I reached down and cupped his ass. He had a fantastic firm round ass and I moaned louder. He followed my lead and cupped my little round butt. I was thin and in shape back then with a gymnasts build from three years of cheerleading in high school. I was small and petite and I felt even smaller but very safe beside him. His strong sinewy hands kneaded my butt and I ground my body into him. I could feel his manhood against my belly and it felt substantial.

"This is my hotel," he said in his thick African accent as he looked up at the Hilton in front of us. "Do you want to come inside."

"Yes," I giggled nervously. I smiled up at him and nodded. I realized he had led us to his hotel on purpose and I was glad that he had.

"Good, let's go."

He took my hand and we walked into the hotel lobby hand in hand, like we were boy and girlfriend. It was late but there were a few couples inside and they looked at us as we made our way to the bank of elevators. I saw disapproving looks on the faces of three of them but when my eyes met the fourth, an attractive middle aged blonde, she smiled knowingly and I grinned. I beamed with pride, having a tall handsome and sexy man by my side and I think that she not only approved, she was a bit jealous of me too.

We took the elevator to the 6th floor and then he guided me to his room with his hand on the small of my back. My mind was racing and my mouth felt parched. He had his key out when we got to the door and we were inside quickly. I felt an unspoken urgency as he pulled me against him and I kissed him hard. I was by nature and passive and submissive woman and it was clear that he was in control but I needed him to know how excited I was. My tongue danced with his and I tugged at his clothes. I lifted his shirt and he pulled it over his head. We kissed again and I pawed at his shorts, pushing them past his taut butt and then they fell to his feet.

He smiled down at me and then started to undress me as he stood in just a pair of red Calvin Klein underwear. I looked at the prominent bulge and I felt a pang of nervous energy. I could see the outline of his dick and it looked big. I'd never had a big one before and I was a small young woman. I wondered if it would fit in my tight little pussy? Would it hurt? Maybe, but I didn't care if it did. I needed it inside me. I'd only felt that ravenous a few times in my life. It was exhilarating.

He took off my shirt and I unfastened my bra, letting my perky b cup breasts swing free. He unsnapped my shorts and I pushed them and my pretty pink lace panties down my slender and shapely legs. I was naked and his eyes moved over my body leaving goosebumps in their wake. He smiled and I beamed. He liked my body. I could see that. His bulged grew bigger and I liked knowing that I had that effect on him.

I kissed him and he pulled me against him. The warmth of his smooth, almost hairless black body was both comforting and incredibly exciting. I hooked my thumbs into his underwear and sighed. I needed to see it and devour it with my hungry eyes.

"Now you," I giggled as I lowered myself to the floor before him and dragged his briefs down with me. His big, beautiful cock sprung free and I gasped. It was long, thick and wrapped in silky smooth skin that was even darker than his body. It had an uncircumcised tip and big, heavy balls that hung pendulously between his powerful legs and I looked at it with unbridled, ravenous desire. I'd never considered dicks attractive but his was beautiful.

Our eyes met and I smiled. Then I licked the length of his shaft several times as I gazed up at him with an intense hunger in my golden brown eyes. My lips parted of their own accord. I pulled back his foreskin and then wrapped them tightly around his shaft. He tasted different than the other boys I had been with. He tasted spicy and delicious and he smelled divine. My head bobbed and I gripped his shaft with one hand while the other cupped and caressed his balls.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to a higher power. I forced his cock into my throat until I gagged, then I used the copious saliva to stroke him while I smiled up at him. I sucked long and hard, savoring every inch and every moment. I felt powerful and in command but at the same time I felt submissive and under his spell. It was a strange juxtaposition that was foreign to me but I loved it. I could feel my juices flowing like a river from my wanton sex and when he coaxed me away from his big, delicious cock I begrudgingly yielded to his wishes. I could have happily sucked him for hours.

He laid me on my back and ran his fingers up my slit eliciting a low moan from deep in my chest. It was raw and guttural and it sounded like someone else.

"You are very wet," he mused and I nodded. My cheeks warmed and I grinned. I was embarrassed by how wet I was, though I don't know why.

"Yeah, I know" I said softly, my voice trembling with excitement. "I'm ready, but go slowly. You're very big."

He nodded and rubbed the tip of his unprotected cock across my engorged labia, coating it with my plentiful juices. He slapped it against my clit several times, sending jolts of electricity through my sex each time. He rubbed it harder against me, opening my pussy like a flower and then he used the head of his cock to stroke my clit until I cried out and came.

My chest heaved and I pinched my nipples as he looked down at me with a cock sure smile on his handsome, boyish face. He pushed his hips forward and the tip entered me. He was thick and I gasped as he split my pussy wide. He took my breath away.

"Oh fuck," I gasped nervously. I felt a pang of pain as my labia were stretched tight around his shaft and I looked down to see that he was only 1/4 of the way inside me. The contrast between his dark ebony flesh and my pale, European white skin was striking, beautiful and erotic. The mental image of him entering me was etched forever in my mind in vivid color and in black and white.

"More?" He queried and I nodded.

"Yes, please." I said excitedly. My hands were shaking and I groaned as he pushed deeper.

He paused halfway and then withdrew slightly. I looked down and saw the distinct mark from my juices at the halfway point of his cock. Then he eased back in, just slightly deeper than he'd been before, and started to fuck me with smooth, languid strokes. He was only using a bit more than half his cock but he was already hitting my cervix and I would wince each time he touch bottom. That was his signal to reverse course and repeat. It felt amazing and I breathed deep, drawing his scent into my lungs.

My pulse quickened and my legs quivered and quaked. Then as I teetered on the edge of euphoria he went deeper, but this time he didn't touch bottom and I felt him slide past my cervix into a place I didn't know existed.

"Oh my God," I moaned as I started to shake. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt and each stroke felt better than the last. My toes curled and I panted like a bitch in heat. I started to shake and my eyes fluttered wildly.

His pace quickened and I began to babble incoherently as the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. Until then I had never had an orgasm without clitoral stimulation and it felt very different to cum without that. It was amazing and I was utterly breathless when my climax subsided. Then he flipped me onto my belly, pulled my butt into the air and entered me from behind. My face was in the pillows, my breasts touched the sheets, my back was arched and my butt was high. In that position he slid easily into my depths and the bulbous head of his amazing cock stroked the underside of my cervix and beyond. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of euphoria and everything he did and touched brought me closer to nirvana.

The room filled with a loud rhythmic slapping as his pelvis pounded my ass. I whimpered like an excited puppy as he worked me into a lather and I could hear my wetness. It sounded like he was splashing in a puddle each time his cock pistoned into me and I cried out again as I came hard for the third time of the night.

I glanced at the clock beside the bed as I came back down to earth after my orgasm. It was 4am and I suddenly felt very tired. He seemed to sense what I needed and he rolled us onto our sides with his dick still inside me. He kissed my neck, squeezed my tits and fucked me with long, steady strokes. His breathing began to labor and I closed my eyes and listened to him breath. He grunted softly with each thrust and his fingers moved away from my breasts. They found my clit and he rubbed it gently with his cock buried deep. I felt my climax building and I moaned wantonly.

I craned my neck and looked back at him. "Cum for me," I hissed.

He kissed me on the lips and his hips thrust hard and fast. His fingers were a blur on my slippery clit and my body tensed as euphoric waves washed over me. I groaned into his mouth and I felt him erupt into my fertile young pussy. His orgasm was intense and he grunted loudly like an angry animal. His cock grew bigger and thicker as his potent seed surged up the shaft and exploded into my depths, filling my uterus with his eager sperm.

We laid like that, his cock trapping his seed inside my womb, for several minutes as we recovered from the ferocity of our respective orgasms. We were both soaked with sweat and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. His cock deflated inside me and eventually it slipped from my grasp, making me whimper slightly. Then his cum oozed from my gaping pussy and created a wet spot the size of Lake Erie on the bed beneath me, but I was too tired to move and too content to care.

He climbed out of bed and I heard him pee and brush his teeth before he shut off the lights and climbed into bed behind me.

"Thank you," I turned to him and smiled. We kissed softly and tenderly, lightly caressing each other in the darkness. He draped his thigh across my body, holding me in place as he gently toyed with my firm breasts in the darkness.

"Thank you," he replied in a deep, sexy tone. "That was good." I could hear his smile and it filled me with joy.

"It was amazing." It was the best I'd ever had but for some reason I didn't say that out loud.

I drifted to sleep in his strong arms and slept soundly beside him all night long. I awoke around 10am and slipped quietly out of bed to pee. My pussy was tender and sore and there was a lot of dried cum on my pussy and thighs. I had a pit in my stomach, but not because we had fucked nor because I had, for the first time ever, been unfaithful to my boyfriend. I was nervous because I was not on the pull and he had cum inside me but there was nothing I could do about that.

I brushed my teeth with my finger and then climbed back into bed and snuggled back into him. I felt his morning erection against my flesh and it reignited the fire inside me. I wiggled my butt against his erection and he laughed softly. I felt him guide his cock to my pussy and he eased it deep. It didn't hurt. I was still wet with our combined juices and he buried the length inside me. It felt perfect, like it was a custom fit.

Our second time was less frenzied. It was gentle and sensual. He caressed my body and fucked me slowly. He let me savor his length, sliding all the way in and then all the way out over and over until my heart was racing. Then he reached between my legs and played with my clit until I came.

"I want to ride you," I giggled excitedly and he nodded.

He rolled onto his back and I mounted him like I was going to ride a horse. I reached down and grabbed his cock with my right hand. It was as hard as steel and hot to the touch. It was slick with our juices and I sat down, letting my frothy cunt swallow his whole.

"God this is amazing," I panted as I bounced on top of him. I took his length easily, like I was built for it and ground my ass against his pelvis with his dick filling me to the brim until I came hard.

He lifted me off his rigid cock when my climax ended and settled between my legs. He thrust deep and hard in the missionary position and we looked into each other's eyes with raw passion. Sweat glistened on his beautiful black skin and I beckoned his lips to mine. We kissed deeply and I dug my nails into his perfect ass. Our chemistry was so good, everything we did was intuitive. He fucked me hard like that until I came again, then he turned me over and fucked me like a dog until I creamed all over his gorgeous cock.

He thrust deep and grunted loudly. He came inside my fertile womb and planted his seed inside me as I moaned like a wanton whore. When he finished filling me with hot cum we showered and went out for breakfast together. I called my friends from a pay phone to let them know I was safe and then I spent the day with Jean Pierre. We went to the beach and we talked about everything and anything except the future. I went back to my hotel and changed and then we ate dinner together at a nice restaurant. Then, back at his hotel room, we made love one last time before we said our goodbyes.

We didn't exchange numbers when we parted. We knew it was a fling but when I returned home I regretted that decision. I broke up with my boyfriend soon after I returned from spring break and a few months later I had a noticeable baby bump. As strange as it may sound, after Jean Pierre I never dated or even hooked up with another black man and I raised Jean Pierre's child as a single mother with an interracial baby in the early 1990s.

In 2006 I finally got married to the boy I had cheated on with Jean Pierre in Florida. I was 32 at the time and my daughter was in high school. My husband Jeremy is unable to father a child due to a work injury so my daughter is my only child and I turned 50 late last year, so that ship has sailed, but Jeremy has helped parent my daughter as if she were his own even though he knows the whole story about her conception.

In 2012, twenty years after my spring break vacation I located Jean Pierre through Facebook and he came back to America to meet his daughter Jeannie. She was in college at the time and the same age I was when two nights of passion brought her into my life. They talk often, though he is back in Nigeria. In 2015 Jeannie went to visit her dad in Nigeria for two months and while there she met a nice boy. They were married in 2018 and she had her first child, a daughter, in 2021. She is expecting her second, a boy, in September 2024 and I am a happy grandmother.

I still think about those two days in Florida and the passion that we shared. It was unlike anything I have experienced before or since. I think about the middle aged blonde woman with her husband who smiled approvingly when I walked into the hotel holding hands with Jean Pierre. I wonder if she had her own secret interracial experience in the 1960s and I wonder if her husband even knew about it.