"Oh, excuse me."
The man had bumped into her in the bar. To be fair she was sort of standing and wandering awkwardly while her husband went to get something from their room. The hotel bar was pretty cramped and she was very shy. She didn't want to sit, that felt awkward, and just stood and wandered self-consciously. He didn't see her, was talking with some friends, and bumped into her from the side.
"Oh...it's okay..."
He was genuinely responding to the situation, surprised and sorry, then her looks made him pause. She was just his type. Nice and thick. She had dark, grey speckled hair, gorgeous catlike bedroom eyes, and sexy lips. She had worn an almost babydoll style button down with no bra, way too tight, but only because her tits were so full and plump and nothing fit her anyway. Her little grey plaid skirt barely covered her ass and exposed her milky, freckled thighs to him. Her face was red and flushed, this isn't something she normally wears, it just sounded exciting since she was in Atlanta on a fun trip with her husband. When in a new place, she was apprehensive but very excited to wear clothes that were more than she could ever wear in her hometown. The moment only added more heat to the situation for her.
"Oh, I'm sorry babygirl, I could've hurt you, wasn't paying attention talking to my boys." He lightly touched her shoulder. She felt a rush of adrenaline inside, but outside got more flushed and just looked down more.
It wasn't just the situation. Outside of her husband, he was just her type too. He was older than her, but had a youth to how he carried himself. He was tall and pretty big, had a short beard. Strong and confident, but kind. He seemed a little rough, white tank top and jeans, and alcohol on his breath. Normally she wouldn't care to talk to someone like this, but it was attractive combined with the personality that came out of his verbal and body language. Also, he was a black guy, and she had a huge crush on some fantastical made up black man in her fantasies for a long time. This guy was shockingly close, she could tell already. This didn't help her flustered state.
"It...it's okay. I...am just...a little awkward so it was my fault."
"No such thing." He kept drinking her in. He is not often lost for words but in her case, he is a little distracted while forming words. "Hey, let me buy you a drink to make it up to you. Guys, I will catch up in a minute." His friends smile and walk to the bar.
"Oh...okay, that sounds nice..."
He waves for the waitress. She comes and he buys her a straight triple shot of whisky on ice. That's way too strong and rough for her, but she's too sweet and nervous to turn it down. They exchange pleasantries for a moment, and then it comes, the little blond girl giving her a wink as she sets it down. It's way too strong, but she buckles up and takes her drink. It starts to soothe her nerves a bit.
He leans forward and starts to talk again. "So, what is something like you doing in Atlanta? You don't seem to be the type of girl from the city. Way too innocent."
The drink is making her relax. Almost...feeling brave. He is obviously very interested in her, and she is very interested in him. She's letting the whisky wash her nerves away and it is working.
"Just...to have fun..." She says, shuffling a bit, arching her back and subtly perking up her tits. The outline of a spade tattoo on her right breast is revealed. Unclear if she intentionally did so, it was coincidence, or subconscious to either of them. He notices straight away and he pauses, looks pleasantly surprised. Maybe he doesn't take her for the type of girl to have one.
At the moment they do not notice someone coming up from behind him. He puts a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, looks like you guys are having fun. She's a good girl isn't she?"
"Yeah...she sure is something else..." The man says, a little confused, but politely.
"I'm her husband. Nice to meet you." They shake hands and the other man relaxes, looks at the girl and then back. Her husband smiles.
"She is pretty shy, you must be something else to be having a drink with her."
The man laughs. Starts to talk but is interrupted.
"Well...I can't seem to find that phone charger sweetie. Gonna go buy a new one. Hey, show her a really good time while I am gone, so she isn't lonely you know. See you both later!"
Her husband leaves and the black man looks back at the girl. She's extremely flushed, arms down. Now it definitely isn't intentional but her tits are more pressed together and her spade tattoo even more exposed. He doesn't see her phone between her legs, but she just got a text, and her heart flutters and she smiles.
"Hey girl, why don't you come sit next to me over here? It's much more comfortable."
She reluctantly but a little excitedly does, and her thick thighs are right next to his. They talk about bullshit and he orders her another drink. She's feeling extremely brave now. The next ten minutes are a blur to her. She meets his friends, they kiss at some point, his hands are all over her thighs. It feels like hours and she might have a heart attack at any moment, but she also absolutely loves the adrenaline and attention. She feels so absolutely sexy and attractive. Confident and vulnerable at the same time.
"Come with me. I am thinking this place is too busy. Let's walk around."
He waves to his boys and they wave back. He holds her hand and they walk out. She glances left and right as they go out from the back. Everyone knows what is going on. She is embarrassed but it also turns her on so very much. She's not a slut, but to be one sometimes turns her on more than anything. She wishes she wore panties, beads of wetness are running down her juicy thighs. The awareness of it flickers in and out of her tipsy brain and it teases her. She loves it. This is so fucking exciting. She has no idea where he is taking her, and doesn't care.
They walk out back to the alley. There's a couple of cars parked. One a truck, and the other an old convertible. Dark blue, with white leather seats. The top is off. It's filthy, but also really sexy to her for some reason she doesn't comprehend fully, or have time to.
"Listen, we've had too much to drive girl, but I thought we could sit at my car and just chill somewhere more quiet."
She looks for words to say, but he grabs her ass and she squeals. After the quick shock, she relaxes. She isn't going to fight her feelings, and puts her hands on his chest, which is eye level with her.There is a tug at her left arm and it goes behind her, the other to her chest. He rubs her tit through the thin fabric, stressing her buttons and exposing her tattoo. He rubs it with his thumb.
"You've never been with a black man, have you?" He says.
She can't bring herself to say anything, just standing there with a lustful and drunk look on her face, but while the whisky is strong something else is now stronger. His other hand is now between her legs, getting a feel for her soaking, plump and swollen pussy. Her clit is throbbing and it is shocked by his touch. He holds both arms behind her back with one hand, and continues to explore her with the other. Her lips give way to his finger instantly, so wet they practically suck in the tip. He holds back though and just teases.
"Well, it looks like you are ready to try girl."
She's into it now. She actually nods, still looking down silently. He slides the finger in another knuckle, and another finger hits her pretty little asshole, bringing a deep gasp out of her.
"Looks like you'll do more than try, you'll be my bitch."
