Growing up in the 70s-80s in the deep South, I grew up with black friends but was raised that we didn't date.
Fast forward to being a mid 40s housewife working from home, with a husband that encourages me to find a lover on the side since he works out of town alot. I kind of blew it off but he started sending ads from locals from Craigslist (yeah im that old) and one caught my eye.
A VERY nicely build and hung black man filled my computer screen. I just sat there staring and studying every detail.
Without telling my hubby, i contacted the guy and we started talking for hours every day in texts and the phone.
Two weeks past, and i finally got up the nerve to invite him over to talk in person on Wednesday afternoon. We agreed not to rush things but I still almost chickened out at the last minute. When the knock on the door came the butterflies hit my stomach. I hesitantly answered the door and his puctures didnt do him justice. He looked like a football player or something in his shorts and tanktop.
We made the official introductions and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. We talked for a long time like we were old friends about everything under the sun including how I was raised. I admitted I'd wanted to kiss him since we started talking..."No time like the present" he said and slowly leaned in. That first kiss was absolutely amazing.
We ended up making out on the couch like teenagers for over an hour. Right before he left I finally worked up the nerve to ask could I see him naked without him expecting sex sibce Id never seen a body like his. He of course agreed, but said I could undress him and as far as I wanted to go. I stood and removed his shirt and ran my hands all over his beautiful chest and muscled arms. The skin contrast between us was incredible.
I sat on the edge of the couch and he stepped close. With trembling hands. I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his running shorts. I looked up into his eyes and slowly slid his shorts down and let them fall to his feet. Standing inches from my face was a huge piece of chiseled ebony that was bigger than any cock I had seen before. I asked could I touch him and he shook his head in agreement. I reached out and felt it fill my hand. I stroked the hard flesh and was mesmerized. Hard as a rock but still soft to the touch. I knew at that point that this man was going to fuck me no matter what.
I told him I better stop before I couldnt control myself which made him laugh. I reached down and started sliding his shorts back up. Before covering that beautiful cock up, I leaned forward, turned his cock to the side, and planted several warm wet kisses on the head and down the shaft, then covered it up.
I told him that was a deposit on what's to come. I promised him that before the week was out, that I would be his but I was still struggling with my upbringing. He agreed and put his shirt back on but as we reached the door to leave, he spun me around and pressed his hard body against mine and against the door. Our lips pressed hard together and his hands cupping my ass and lifting me off the floor. This position pressed his hard cock against my now soaking wet pussy. I could feel his length sliding back and forth against my clit. I moaned out loud into his mouth as my arms automatically wrapped around his torso.
After a few minutes he lowered me back to my unsteady feet, opened the apartment door, and told me "I'll see you tomorrow " and left into the cool evening air. I closed the door behind him and almost ran to the couch where I spent the next half hour bringing myself to several huge orgasms thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow.....