I awoke with a start, right in the middle of a very erotic dream. I had no idea what had awakened me nor, for the first few moments, where I was. The memory of my fast fading dream had left me excited and wet adding to the confusion of where I was; and then the surroundings impressed themselves on my mind.
I was in the Transit Area of the Athens airport. Greece. An almost empty lounge area; empty except for my little party, two other girls and our chaperone, Miss Grace. We had been in Greece to take part in an international chamber ensemble competition. Since we were all over eighteen we didn't really need a chaperone, but the university rules required it for any overseas trips. Miss Grace was great; she really paid little attention to us.
I realized that there was another group present. They hadn't been there when I had drifted off to sleep, so it must have been their entry that had awakened me.
The new group, probably waiting for a flight as we were, delayed by the storms wracking the area consisted of six black women. They were all in some sort of uniform; not military, but more like a school or civil group uniform. They were talking among themselves, kind of laughing but since they weren't speaking particularly loud, I could only hear a few words now and then, just enough to know they were speaking English. Four of them appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, like me, but the sixth woman looked to be in her thirties, or maybe even forties. I assumed she was, like Miss Grace, a chaperone.
I shifted on the bench I was laying on a bit, stretching my body which had been too long in one position. It was then that I realized they were looking at me, and the few words I could hear told me they were talking about me. That was when I realized that while I was sleeping my already short skirt had ridden up high on my thighs, and that I was giving them a great view of my skimpy blue panties. For some reason, maybe because of the erotic dream which was already fading from my memory, the realization that I was showing so much to a group of strangers, black female strangers, excited me, and I made no effort to pull my skirt down...instead I squirmed a little, causing the skirt to rise even higher.
This caused a reaction from the older woman. She said something to the others, and then she looked straight at me, and slowly lifted her own skirt! I swallowed, my eyes locked on the rising hem as it slide slowly up her ebony thighs. I found myself wishing she would move faster; it seemed to take forever for the skirt to reach a level that revealed...that revealed...she wasn't wearing panties! I gasped, out loud, loud enough for her and her friends to hear, and they all laughed as I glanced nervously at my companions to see if I had awakened them. To my relief, none of them even stirred. Unable to resist, my face burning, I turned my eyes back to the woman. She smiled at me, and put a hand down to stroke herself between her legs, and I bit my lower lip to hold back a groan. What was happening to me? I had never before felt an interest in another woman. But now, there was no way I could deny it to myself, I was becoming more aroused then I had ever been without being touched, just by having this black woman display herself to me; arrogantly display herself.
And then, again saying something to her group, she stood up. She looked challengingly at me, and walked off toward a corridor that I knew led to the restrooms. For a moment I just sat there. The other black women were watching me with what I can only describe as expectant amusement. Then, prodded by something deep inside me that I had never known existed, I stood and followed the black lady into the women's restroom.
She was standing at the wash basins when I walked in, but was obviously waiting for me. She had known I would follow her. But now that I was there, I had no idea what to say, or what to do. I need not have worried. The choice wasn't mind in the first place. She was in charge. "Very nice blue panties", She said, "do you always show them off to strangers?"
I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing furiously. "I...I didn't mean to do that. I was sleeping and...."
She laughed a short angry laugh. "Please don't insult me by expecting me to believe that. Yes, you were sleeping at first, but when you woke up and realized we were watching you, you didn't cover up, you just showed more. Like a slut."
"What's your name, girl?"
I hesitated. Did I really want to tell this stranger my name? It seemed somehow it would be surrendering some part of me to her.
Suddenly, she moved closer to me, right in front of me. "I asked you a question white girl. Answer me."
"Billie", I sputtered, the name almost forced from me by her vehemence. "Billie. Well, Billie, tell me what you thought about your view of my pussy. Did it excite you?"
What could I say? I couldn't admit to her that it had excited me, nor was there any way that I could deny it. We both knew what my reaction had been. She slapped me...hard. "You have to learn, white girl. When I ask you a question I expect an answer...an honest answer. Do you understand me?"
In my shock and pain from the slap I couldn't speak, and she slapped me again, and kept slapping me until I managed to force the words out. "Yes", I practically shouted, "yes I understand. Please, stop slapping me...yes it excited me. I don't know why, but it did!"
"Was it the first black pussy you've ever seen?"
