Chapter 06
AN INTERRACIAL INTERLUDE
With our anniversary party three days away Patty and I made a date with Naomi, the hot Jamaican server at Women's Cave and her girlfriend Carol.
Naomi saved me an embarrassing exit from Women's Cave Friday night. Brittany had dome a number on my tits exciting me to the point that I was setting in a pool off my own pussy juices. Naomi gave me her robe allowing me to leave without the appearance of peeing in my white pants suit. Naomi offered some "Brown Sugar" when I returned the robe. I later learned that Carol is a platinum blond.
We dressed in tight shorts and braless tank tops. Naomi greeted us. She and Carol were both dressed in thongs and skimpy lace bras.
Naomi's large breasts overflowed her bra. Carol's bra easily held her small boobs. The two were complete opposites in body appearance. Naomi is 5-6. Carol is 6-0. Naomi is 38-23-37. Carol is 32-20-34. They exude sex from every pore.
I handed Naomi her robe. "Now hand me the rest of your clothes." she demanded, "Patty. give your's to Carol," As soon as Patty and I were naked, Naomi and Carol removed their under garments.
I found the contrast between Naomi and Carol intoxicating, proving the opposites really do attract. While the idea of having sex with a black woman had a certain appeal I vowed to treat Naomi as a woman lover who just happens to have darker skin. I wrestled this in my mind and was lost in my thoughts when Naomi took my hands.
"I thought I had lost you for awhile there," Naomi kidded
"Oh sorry." I stumbled over a reply and truly told her: "I was just admiring your beauty."
"So you like 'Brown Sugar" don't you." she asked.
"To be honest, yes. But you are so much more. You are one incredibly attractive woman. And I want to make love to you not just for sex."
She stared intently at me to gauge my seriousness.
"You do not know how many white women have propositioned me over the years. Almost all wanted sex with a black woman. You are the one of a very few, including Carol, who see me as a woman."
"I have offend wondered why people insist on using labels. Gay, Straight. White. Black. Native Americans, Why can't we just call humans Man or Woman." I argued.
Naomi looked at me closely. Her eyes leaked tears of happiness. She came to me, hugged me close to her body and kissed me hungrily. Her soft puffy lips sent me into a kissing nirvana. Nothing in my experience prepared me for the sensations of her magnificent lips.
I pressed my lips to her feeling only her upper lip.. She opened slightly and engulfed my lips sucking them into her mouth. Her tongue rhythmically danced across and around my lips. I placed my hands on her short cropped afro, I cupped her head. Her hair is soft and jet black, a nice contrast to her perfect brown skin.