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.
