Hey guys,
This is my second post on here. To introduce myself I'm a 42 year old swf. I found this forum searching an author as I enjoy erotic literature and one of the results was this place. (anything else you can just ask )
I've had 'black' fantasies since I was in college and the first time I've ever really done anything was about 3 years ago. I had been divorced for a couple years prior, but at the time I was in a somewhat serious relationship where if he had asked me to marry him I would have said yes (obviously hadn't worked out)
Anyways, I was traveling to another city for a couple of days for a convention with my friend, only she got sick so I had to go alone, but I knew other people there so it wasn't like I was going to be all alone the whole time, just in a room by myself.
I had checked into a four star hotel, later that night at the bar in the lobby I was approached by a black man- nearly a foot taller than me, muscular, handsome, well dressed, ect... and we made conversation. It was mainly small talk, I enjoyed talking to him. Afterwards I told him I was going to bed and he kept insisting to see me again (even knowing I had a boyfriend) I kept telling him no but i figured "why not" and told him the same time the next day.
A day goes by, after dinner (with friends) I meet up with him for drinks again, same deal, we just talked and laughed and it felt like we really connected, plus I thought he was pretty hot and thought about him a lot that day prior to meeting. Long story short, he asks me out to dinner for my last night there the next day and I reluctnatly say yes even though I know i shouldn't have. I had masturbated thinking about him before that night.
Before we meet up the next day I had made sure to call my boyfriend for travel arangments and all that stuff because he was picking me up the next day and I wasn't sure how long I'd be chatting with 'the other guy', didn't want him to call me late at night and I wasn't in the room or out with him. So we have dinner, another great chat but this time it felt really aquard and somewhat embrassing for me...ya know...the site of white middle aged buisness woman having dinner with a black man. I could see we even got some glances by other people. So we had another great chat, there was lots of chemestry as with the other times we meet up, when it was time to leave he invites me to his room for more drinks (we already had wine). It was obvious by his smile that he meant sex, I turned him down at first but eventually I couldn't resist, i thought "why not...this might be my only chance to ever be with a black guy" so I said yes and said that we go to my room incase my boyfriend or son decide to call me through the hotel (since i turn my phone off sometimes)
On the way up I was really nervous, i felt like everyone was starring at us (me especially) since i thought it was so obvious everyone knew we were going to fuck (plus the drinks i had already had). As soon as we get in he wrapped me in his big arms and plants those giant black lips on mine and we start making out. I told him i needed to freshen up and use the bathroom first, and he did after while i fixed us more drinks. Afterwards we made out for a while, we undressed each other and he sat me down on the bed nude while he was still in his boxers. It was obvious what he wanted me to do and I was so nervous my hands were shaking a little. When I pulled his boxers down my immediate reaction was i wanted to run the hell out of there...lol He was bigger than my boyfriend erect while he was still flaccid, it hung straight down. My only words were 'wow that's big' and he just laughed. When it touched it and moved it around it felt like those 2 pound dumbells used for excersise, it was very surreal seeing one that big.
This is my second post on here. To introduce myself I'm a 42 year old swf. I found this forum searching an author as I enjoy erotic literature and one of the results was this place. (anything else you can just ask )
I've had 'black' fantasies since I was in college and the first time I've ever really done anything was about 3 years ago. I had been divorced for a couple years prior, but at the time I was in a somewhat serious relationship where if he had asked me to marry him I would have said yes (obviously hadn't worked out)
Anyways, I was traveling to another city for a couple of days for a convention with my friend, only she got sick so I had to go alone, but I knew other people there so it wasn't like I was going to be all alone the whole time, just in a room by myself.
I had checked into a four star hotel, later that night at the bar in the lobby I was approached by a black man- nearly a foot taller than me, muscular, handsome, well dressed, ect... and we made conversation. It was mainly small talk, I enjoyed talking to him. Afterwards I told him I was going to bed and he kept insisting to see me again (even knowing I had a boyfriend) I kept telling him no but i figured "why not" and told him the same time the next day.
A day goes by, after dinner (with friends) I meet up with him for drinks again, same deal, we just talked and laughed and it felt like we really connected, plus I thought he was pretty hot and thought about him a lot that day prior to meeting. Long story short, he asks me out to dinner for my last night there the next day and I reluctnatly say yes even though I know i shouldn't have. I had masturbated thinking about him before that night.
Before we meet up the next day I had made sure to call my boyfriend for travel arangments and all that stuff because he was picking me up the next day and I wasn't sure how long I'd be chatting with 'the other guy', didn't want him to call me late at night and I wasn't in the room or out with him. So we have dinner, another great chat but this time it felt really aquard and somewhat embrassing for me...ya know...the site of white middle aged buisness woman having dinner with a black man. I could see we even got some glances by other people. So we had another great chat, there was lots of chemestry as with the other times we meet up, when it was time to leave he invites me to his room for more drinks (we already had wine). It was obvious by his smile that he meant sex, I turned him down at first but eventually I couldn't resist, i thought "why not...this might be my only chance to ever be with a black guy" so I said yes and said that we go to my room incase my boyfriend or son decide to call me through the hotel (since i turn my phone off sometimes)
On the way up I was really nervous, i felt like everyone was starring at us (me especially) since i thought it was so obvious everyone knew we were going to fuck (plus the drinks i had already had). As soon as we get in he wrapped me in his big arms and plants those giant black lips on mine and we start making out. I told him i needed to freshen up and use the bathroom first, and he did after while i fixed us more drinks. Afterwards we made out for a while, we undressed each other and he sat me down on the bed nude while he was still in his boxers. It was obvious what he wanted me to do and I was so nervous my hands were shaking a little. When I pulled his boxers down my immediate reaction was i wanted to run the hell out of there...lol He was bigger than my boyfriend erect while he was still flaccid, it hung straight down. My only words were 'wow that's big' and he just laughed. When it touched it and moved it around it felt like those 2 pound dumbells used for excersise, it was very surreal seeing one that big.