As I explain in the body of the story which follows, although black/white relationships are common today, in the 60's, when this took place, they were not. It was a first for Linda. Like many others of our generation it came not only to be accepted in our circles, but even sought out when the urge for sex dulled inhibitions even further. Linda was lucky enough to find just the right man at the right time to initiate her. From that day forward she enjoyed the attentions of black men equally to her white admirers.
3
It started with Angel. Angel was a "thirtyish", 'thick-cream-in-your-coffee' colored black lady who worked in the camera department of a store I frequented often. She was friendly, and quite possibly available, I told myself as I asked to see a camera on the bottom shelf of the glass display case between us. I had no intention of buying that camera, but I wanted to admire the view of her full breasts as she bent over to retrieve it. I almost groaned with pleasure and felt my cock hardening as I saw all but the nipples of those lovely boobs, unobstructed by a bra, swaying beneath her dress.
"You'll like this," she said huskily, rising. Her smile confirmed my hopes. There was no doubt that she knew where my eyes had been and remained focused.
"I know I wouldβ¦..I mean will," I stammered. What I had come for was the hope of catching a glimpse of her just like I had. Every male in a several mile radius had admired that view and she was well aware of it.
I had thought long and hard about inviting her over to our apartment. It seemed like a good idea, but I could think of no way to clear Linda from the house, or to avoid having Angel's husband join us. Lacking any good way to do it, I managed to stammer out and invitation for her and her husband, Ed, to come over to our apartment that night.
She turned coy on me at first, a shy little smile, while telling me she wasn't sure if they could nor not. "I'll have to ask my husband," she said. "Can you come back just before closing? I'll let you know then."
I walked on air three hours later when I went to my car, cranked it up and headed for home. She had said "yes." All I could hope for now was an opportunity to get next to her, and I thought I already had that figured out.
I had told Linda about my attraction to Angel long before and she had just smiled. I think she was certain that it would pass. When I told her that morning that I intended to invite Angel, and β if necessary β her husband over that night, she realized I was serious. She didn't object. She knew Angel too and liked her, although I believe she still didn't realize the extent of my plans for Angel.
When I had left that morning Linda was already making her own plans, including light snacks, dance music and a way to dim the lights for dancing. Our own first encounter with Laura and Tim has shown her how to set a mood suitable for seduction. I assumed she had no designs on Ed, having never met him, but she was practicing. After all, she could always use it on Mike. I could see the thought going through her head. It was encouraging.
Angel and Ed arrived right on time. At first it was a little awkward. We had never really met Ed and entertained before, but they put us as much at ease as if it had been their home instead of ours.
I have to digress a little here. Both Linda and I come from the pre-integration years in the schools of central Texas. There had been no black students in our schools and we had not had the opportunity to know the black families that were scattered in black enclaves in the city. Thirteen years in the Army had taught me that they were no different from us, having the same dreams and aspirations. Linda had been even less exposed, but she now had as many black friends as I did. We had had no compunction about joining them in social events. The subject of sex with blacks had never come up, but I knew, in this new lifestyle I was cultivating, sooner or later it would. I took my first step toward it that day. Little did I know that Linda would win the race.
Soon we were laughing and drinking together like old friends. Linda, dressed in a long, slinky, form fitting princess muumuu I had bought in Hawaii and which exposed vast expanses of her full breasts without the hindrance of a bra, was apparently enjoying herself as much as I. She sat on the love seat with Ed, across the room from the couch Angel and I had appropriated as the night grew longer, the drinks took hold, and the dances became slower and slower until by now they were almost a swaying in place with each other's wife. I took a few liberties with Angel who kept me moving much slower than I wanted. Ed had turned the love seat ninety degrees from the one we occupied and I really didn't have a good view of Linda, or they of us.
I hadn't expected much to come out of this and Angel seemed to be insuring that. But I was pleasantly surprised to find Linda accepting Ed like and old friend, or even better, a new lover. She danced close to him. I could see he was entranced with her. His hands roamed freely over her body as they danced. He held her gently but firmly against him, almost like she was some fragile doll. She was enjoying herself.
The night ended far too soon as far as I was concerned
"So, how did you make out with Angel?" my wife asked as we got ready for bed.
I had to laugh. The night had been a bust for the most part. I had been able to determine Angel still didn't wear a bra, even on occasions such as this, but that was about all. It had broken down just short of reaching inside her blouse and feeling those heavenly globes.
"Not too well. Heck, not well at all," I bemoaned. "I didn't get to first base with her, but it was still fun. How about you? It looked like you were enjoying yourself."
"Ed is nice," she smiled, "very nice. Maybe we can invite them back again. He has only one problem," she chuckled, "he has roaming hands just like every other man and he likes to have his tongue in my mouth when he kisses me. I thought that was a little bold for the first time, but it was still fun."
I was already at work the next morning. Linda had cleaned our small apartment, taken her shower, and dressed, planning to go to town for some shopping. She hummed to herself as she finished her make-up. Standing in her dressing gown, surveying her closet to select her outfit for the day, her thoughts went back to the previous night. She felt her nipples tingling with the recollection of how Ed's hands had brushed against her breasts and her ass as they danced. She had felt the hard length of him pressed so tightly against her that his endowment was unmistakable.
"And what a cock he has," she whispered to herself as she remembered how high it had risen on her belly. She felt her pussy begin to become wet as the memory gained momentum. She was still lost in that reverie when she heard the doorbell chime.
"Why Ed, what brings you here?" she asked, surprised at the sudden reappearance of the man who had occupied her thoughts just a moment before. She held the door open for him and welcomed him inside, stepping aside. She clutched her housecoat to her, remembering suddenly how she was dressed.
Ed hadn't been prepared to see my wife dressed as she was either. The flimsy housecoat didn't hide all that much and he had to admire once again the full figure beneath it. Full breasts pressed hard against the soft material of her gown. The barely covered dark aureoles of her breasts were visible through the filmy cream-colored bra, centered on the fullness of those lovely orbs. The black panties she wore were hidden, but he could see the faint outlines and where her thigh high hosiery ended just below the junction of her thighs. He felt himself getting hard again, just as he had last night when he kissed my wife and felt those smooth, soft lips against his as their tongues joined. He raised his eyes from the survey and smiled at Linda, taking the large bouquet of flowers from behind his back and handing them to her.
"Angel said I should bring you these and thank you for the fun we had last night. She wants to invite the two of you over to visit us now." It was hard for him to get the last part out as she took the bouquet in both hands and the gown spread. That magnificent cleavage was exposed down to where the filmy bra held her breasts closer to her chest. He was right, he mused, those tits were gorgeous!
Linda murmured her thanks and her face reddened as she realized just how much of her Ed was seeing. "I've got to get these in some water," she said hastily, turning away and going toward the kitchen. Ed followed close behind.
He watched her from the doorway to the kitchen as she took a vase from the cupboard and arranged the flowers artfully, then added cool water from the refrigerator.
"Ta-da!" she exclaimed, smiling over the vase fairly bursting with the floral abundance. "They're beautiful. You didn't have to do that!" Without thinking, she raised her hand and slipped it around his neck. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her softly before she even though about what signal this might send to him. Flustered, she broke the kiss quickly, realizing the signal she might unintentionally be sending. It had been an electric moment. She could still feel the heat of those lips on hers.
Quickly she added, "Let's go into the living room." Although it took a little adroit movement and a long brush of flesh against flesh, she managed to squeeze through the doorway where he still stood to put the vase down on the dining room table.