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Sophia
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SOPHIA
I met Sophia downtown in a bookstore. I was reading the newspaper and
happened to look across the room when I first saw her. She was a black
girl, had very dark skin and was wearing a light dress that fit her body
perfectly. Her dress was short and she had the most perfect legs and sexy
ankles surrounded by a pair of ankle strap high heel shoes. Her hands were
holding a book and I could see her sexy dark fingers holding on to the it
firmly. I forgot completely about the newspaper in my hands and just
imagined those dark finders wrapped around my rigid white cock. This is
always what first comes to my mind. I thought maybe I should talk to her
but quickly told myself she probably had a boyfriend or would never be
interested in a white man. My heart raced at just the thought of being near
this woman. Quick flashes of imagination passed through my mind: a dark
flesh body entangled with mine, our tongues frantically licking all the
flesh it can... the picture quickly disappeared and was replaced my real
sight of her casually looking over her shoulder in my direction.
She caught my eye for a moment and looked back at her book. Wow! Was that a
sign or what! I can't believe that this incredibly sexy black woman would
even know I was in here. A look like that means she must have seen me
earlier here, I was too busy reading the paper to notice. When I was
younger it would take tremendous courage to talk to a woman but as I got
older (32 now) my confidence was much better and I could approach and talk
to women quite easily. But the incredible sexiness of this lady, mixed with
the huge racial barrier that divides so many black / white relationships
capivated me. I have dated many different white woman, several of which I
have been very attracted to. But never does my heart pound and my heart
race as when the sexual images flash through my mind when I see an
attractive black woman.
Her glance was my sign, it was now or never. So many times I kicked myself
for not trying, never knowing what may have been. I got up, walked over and
pulled out a book from the shelf next to her. "If I could just could get
paid to spend my time reading here this would be a perfect world" I said. I
wish I could have said something better. To my surprise she quickly turned
and said "And they could put in a couch and fireplace for us to relax on".
All thoughts of my ill-thought out one liner disappeared as we were suddenly
in comfortable conversation. "I agree. And they should have servants
feeding us muffins and coffee in case we become hungry" I said confidently.
Not missing a beat, she said "And then they would call our limousine and
take us on a ride though the city". Sensing the ease at which we talked
with each other, the conversation continued as my my eyes subtly wandered
over her long black hair, smooth skinned beautiful face and the sexiest full
lips I had ever seen. It ceased to amaze me how two people could have such
a casual conversation while at the same time, one mind was simultaneously
pouring out images of hot, wet, passionate sex scenes. Soon I was to
realize that my thoughts were not alone - but matched and exceeded by the
lust of a woman yearning for an interracial passion, yearning to taste the
white flesh, to become one where society told her there should be none.
Laughing as we approached her door, it was a great movie we had both wanted
to see and now it was time to say goodnight. Having just met each other
hours earlier in the day, our comfort with each other was amazing. "Do you
like Jazz?" she said. "I go to the Playboy Jazz festival every year at the
bowl" I replied. I had not yet even held hands with Sophia the entire
evening. Years ago holding hands had seemed so exciting but had long since
been a routine part of a night out with a lady. But tonight, just the
thought of touching this woman's soft black skin, intertwining her small
dark fingers with mine, made my cock rock hard as it had never been before,
made my balls ache, my mind race and my passions rise deep from the heart.
Even though we so quickly grew comfortable being with each other it was
clear from the small clues men and women pass each other that this was the
first interracial date for both of us and neither of us wanted it to end.
I don't remember what was said, but the tension usually associated with
saying goodnight at the door wasn't to be. Walking into her apartment ahead
of me, I again saw the smooth dark skin legs curve into the most perfect
gorgeous ass I had ever seen. Closing the door without a word, I noticed
the unique layout of her dark small room she calls home. The lights were
off and all I could see was a large black bed, covered in open black satin
sheets, in the middle of the room, a single bright light shining down over
the bed. To the sides of the room I could barely make out the dim lights of
a stereo. Standing just an arms reach away she turned, standing their with
her incredible, young figure and said "I've dreamed of this night and I know
you have too. Tonight I want it to come true with you." Those were the
last words said that night, a night where talk was to replaced by the
pleasures of the flesh; by sexual, passionate body language between a white
man and a black woman, crossing the interracial boundaries together for the
first time.
Standing naked next to her, I held her hand for the first time, finally
feeling her soft dark hands caressing my own. My cock rigid, we gently laid
down next to each other on the bed. With the light brightly illuminating
the dark contrast of our bodies, we quickly embraced, legs touching legs,
her breast to my chest, my tongue probing deeply into her mouth, our hot
bodies coming together as one. With nearly uncontrolled passion I rubbed
her hot flesh all over with my hand. The tonguing and caressing continued
as I explored the feel and sights of dark flesh I had dreamed about for so
long. I knew before the night was over by cock would explore every moist
hole on Sophia's body. My hand moved from her shoulder to her neck, to her
breast and finally to her hot wet pussy. She pumped he hips rhythmically
into my hand and her head tilted back in orgasm as I pushed her g-spot with
my finger. Getting on to my knees in front of her, I pulled her dark thighs
toward me and inched the head of my cock to the out lips of her pussy. We
both looked intensely down as the head of my white cock slowly entered her
steaming black pussy. Feeling totally in control I shoved by cock all the
way into her body. I slammed my meat in and out of her hole, my body
slapping against her skin. I held her hands tightly over her head, firmly
against the bed. My balls longed to unleash their thick white sperm deep
into her pussy.
Thrust after sexual thrust, her slick pussy massaged my cock; suddenly I
pulled my cock completely out of her body.. She instinctively reached over
and I watched in pleasure as her dark fingers wrapped around my cock. She
rubbed her hands over the head, down the sides and over my balls. She
rhythmically pumped my cock with her hand and stroked my balls with her
other . Slowly I shifted my body and laid on my back as she moved her mouth
towards my cock. All evening I had imagined my white cock, being licked by
those sexy black lips and now it was going to come true. She lifted one leg
over my body, so we were in a 69 position, me on the bottom she on top. I
had never before seeing such incredible soft dark thighs, a hot pussy, and
tight, dark, crinkled asshole. I just wanted nothing more than to lick her
wildly. I looked down towards her mouth to see those sexy full black lips
finally wrap around my cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she
slowly lowered her hot black thighs and pussy on to my eager face and
tongue. We sucked each other wildly. She would slurp my white meat deeply
each time she orgasmed on to my face into oblivion. I licked all over her
thighs, her pussy and her clean asshole with my probing tongue as she gobbed
my cock with spit, sucked my balls into her mouth and probed her small dark
finger deep into my ass. My balls ready to explode, she suddenly pulled her
head off my cock, her hot black thighs off my face and got into a doggy
style position on the bed. Looking back at me while licking her lips, she
reached over and put a black, metal studded doggy collar around her neck and
started fingering her exposed dark asshole in font of me, beckoning my cock
to fill the last untouched hole on her body. What an amazing sight, this
submissive, animal like woman, her gorgeous black ass in the air for me,
desperately wanting nothing but to please my aching cock. Mounting firmly
behind her, she grinded her hips in the air, my feet planted firmly against
her black feet. My cock wet with her spit and her ass wet with mine, I
positioned my white meat pole up against her inviting black asshole. Slowly
I inched it in, feeling a sudden tightness like a hot fleshy vice on my
cock. Inch by inch I shoved it in until my balls slapped against her pussy,
my fingers pinching her nipples sharply. I watched as the white head of my
cock repeatedly dived deeply into her dark asshole; each time she stroked
her clit with her finger and moaned in pleasure. Finally, my balls could
hold back no more and the familiar rhythmic pulsing of the head of my cock
unleashed torrents of cum into her tight asshole. Her dark hand reached
under and squeezed and milked my balls as I came and grunted in pleasure...
Wrapping our bodies tightly together, we kissed softly and slowly drifted
off into sleep, imaging new interracial erotic pleasures the morning would
bring.
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