Tae was lost again. Not badly lost, she knew she was in San Francisco in Golden Gate Park. But she didn’t really know where she was on the map she was examining. She was trying to find the De Young Museum. When she had arrived in the city she’d not particularly intended to go there, but she saw on a flyer that there was an exhibition of erotic drawings and was interested to see them. She half pretended to herself that she was going for the artistry of the exhibition but she knew that really, she just loved almost anything to do with sex.
“Do you want some help?”
A guy walking past her had noticed her pouring over her map.
“I’m trying to find the De Young Museum,” she said.
“I’m going that way myself. Why don’t I just walk you there.”
“OK,” Tae said, glad for the guidance.
“My name is Paul, by the way,” the man said, holding out his hand.
“Tae,” she replied as she shook it.
The two of them walked off almost in the opposite direction from what she expected, no wonder she was having difficulty finding it. They must have looked a bit incongruous, she thought. She was a 30 year old black woman, about 5′ 3″, petite but with large breasts. Very large. 38DD. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate. She had short black hair and she knew she had an attractive smile. He was taller and older with a grey beard and grey hair and a twinkle in his eye.
“So I’m guessing you are visiting the city since you are lost,” he said.
“Yes, I live on the East Coast. This is my first visit here.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
“Very much. But I can’t get over how cold it is. I mean it’s July.”
“Well, it was Mark Twain who said summer in San Francisco was the coldest winter he’d experienced.”
“I’d not heard that before. But I can believe it. Look, over there you can see fog in the treetops.”
“Yes. What happens is that the central valley heats up and sucks air in over the Pacific. But the Pacific is very cold here so it comes in as fog. In this part of the park it often gets foggy in the afternoons.”
The path came up to the brown dotted metal architecture of the De Young Museum.
“I’m a member,” Paul said. “And I get to take a guest in for free. So come and be my guest.”
Tae suddenly felt slightly embarrassed. She wasn’t really ashamed that she was there to look at erotic drawings but it also wasn’t the first thing you told someone you had met just five minutes ago.
“Let me see,” said Paul, looking at the posters on the outside of the museum advertising the current exhibitions. “Do you look like a Monet person or an erotica person?”
Even with Tae’s dark skin Paul could see she was blushing slightly. He laughed. “I think you are an erotic drawing person, aren’t you, you naughty girl.”
Tae smiled. “Well, I love the impressionists and Monet in particular. But I’m guilty as charged. I’m here for the erotica.”
“Don’t worry, I’m an erotic drawing guy too. And do you know something? I think it would be extra-erotic to go to the exhibition with a woman who is a complete stranger.”
Tae felt a little flutter between her legs. Clearly her body agreed.
“Well, before I accept I would like to know a bit about you. A woman has to feel safe going to an erotic exhibition with a stranger.”
“Well, ask away?”
“Married?”
“Divorced. And no girlfriend right now before you ask. How about you?”
“I’m single too.”
“So would you feel safer if I was married?”
“I suppose. But it might be less…daring, for want of a better word.”
“OK, let’s make this more daring, as you call it. In the exhibition we agree we can ask each other anything.”
“You mean about…”
“About sex, obviously, yes.”
Tae felt another flutter. Her rational self knew this was probably a bad idea and that she should probably refuse. But her pussy was clearly excited at the possibilities.
Her pussy won. “OK. But anything means anything. No matter how intimate.”
“Deal,” said Paul. “So to get the ball rolling, I’ll tell you a secret almost nobody knows. I write erotic stories for a hobby and publish them on the internet.”
“That sounds fun.” Tae thought for a moment, wondering what to reveal. She made her mind up. “I used to go to swinger parties.”
Paul looked at her as if he was trying to tell if she was joking, evidently deciding that she was telling the truth.
“Wow. You win that round I think. You’ll have to tell me more later. Well, let’s go and see the exhibition.”
Tae was surprised when Paul took hold of her hand. But she made no attempt to pull her hand away. He guided her past the long line waiting to get in and went to the members’ desk.
The two of them walked into the exhibition. It was a little incongruous to see such drawings in the snooty sterile exhibition environment. Paul stood behind Tae looking at one picture. It was of a naked woman, but its self-conscious artiness killing any eroticism, her genitals deliberately hidden by an unnecessary and unlikely shadow.
Paul put his hands on her waist, leaned forward and whispered in Tae’s ear. “It reminds me of when I was a little boy. I could never work out why statues of women didn’t have slits. I mean I’d played doctors and nurses enough to know what little girls hid in their panties. Classical statues just had nothing there but smooth marble. Now it always annoys me when arty drawings and photographs hide the interesting details. Deliberately trying to be artistic and avoid being pornographic as if there is some real dividing line.”
“Yes, I know what you mean. I was quite old before I discovered boys have erections. It’s not something you ever see depicted. Deliberately hidden, in fact.”
“I think it is thrilling seeing a woman’s pussy for the first time. Maybe it’s because a woman has to deliberately show you her pussy. Even letting you see it is an act of submission.”
Tae wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such an explicit personal statement. Even though he’d said nothing, unspoken was that Paul would like to see her pussy, like to watch as she parted her legs to give him the gift of that most intimate of views. She wondered if he had ever been with a black woman, ever seen a black pussy.
Tae turned around to face Paul. He bent down so she could talk in his ear without anyone else being able to hear.
“I love seeing a cock for the first time. Especially watching it get hard and knowing that it is for me. That’s a thrill.”
They stood there for a moment, a few inches apart. She was surprised by the intimacy of their conversation. After all they had met less than half an hour ago.
“Or even just feeling it get hard,” Tae continued. She put her arms around him and pressed her body against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she could feel his erection against her belly. She felt a ripple of sexual excitement in her pussy. She knew she was getting wet. Since they were surrounded by other people, just hugging like that felt incredibly sexual.
She turned back around and moved on to the next picture. Paul stood behind her again but he put his arms around her and put his hands lightly on her stomach. She could feel his cock pressed against her ass. The next picture was two women lying in each other’s arms, one of them with her legs casually spread, this time hiding nothing.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Paul whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” Tae said, half turning her head. “Swinger parties remember. But also one-on-one a couple of times.”
“I’d like to watch.”
Tae laughed. “You are a dirty old man.”
“I know. But you’d like to put a show on for me, wouldn’t you?” He moved his hand gently rubbing her stomach, a gesture both innocent and sexual.
Tae wasn’t sure what the answer to that question was but once again her pussy had its own ideas. Clearly her pussy would love to have Paul watch as another woman licked her.
They moved on to the next drawing, a very detailed almost photorealistic drawing several feet high of a pussy. Nothing else, just all those feminine folds and all about thirty times life size.
“So what’s yours like, Tae?” Paul asked her quietly.
“Aren’t they all the same?”
“Not at all. It’s like the joke about the gynecologist who couldn’t remember women’s faces but recognized them by their pussies. You might shave. You might not. You might have big puffy labia or little tiny ones hidden inside. There’s a huge range of color possibilities. You might have plump outer lips or almost none at all.”
“Women can’t even see their pussies, you know.”
“I know. But I bet you’ve looked in a mirror. Or perhaps even taken photographs. I bet you’ve got a photo of your pussy on your phone.”
“No,” Tae replied. She giggled. “Only on my computer.”
“So?”
“So what’s it like?”
“Well, I have curly black pubic hair, obviously. But usually, like right now, I’m shaved. God this sounds so naughty just standing her like this in an art gallery, describing my pussy to a stranger as if nothing was more natural.”
“It is natural. It’s part of your body.”
“You know what I mean. Anyway, my inner labia are quite small, sort of hidden inside my fleshy outer lips. They are darker than the rest of my body, dark chocolate rather than milk. If I’m opened up wide then I’m all pink inside of course.”
“So what about you? What’s your cock like?”
“Do you want to see a photo?”
“Oh yes,” Tae said eagerly before she could even think about it.
Paul got out his phone. The two of them walked and leaned against a blank wall so that nobody could overlook them. He brought up a photo. It was a picture of his erect cock. A woman’s hand rested on it, her hips in the background. Tae thought it looked…tasty was the only word she could think of. She couldn’t avoid thinking about putting it in her mouth.
“Wow,” she said, not really sure what response would be appropriate. After all, a stranger had never shown her his cock before. Nor made her describe her pussy, come to that.
They walked over to the next picture, which also made no attempt to avoid being pornographic. It was a close up of a black woman’s pussy with a white cock just starting to penetrate it. Every little wrinkle of the woman’s labia was lovingly detailed, every vein and ripple on the cock.
Paul leaned forward. Tae already knew what he was going to ask.
“Have you…”
“Yes,” she said. “Many times. And have you, Paul? Have you had sex with a black woman?”
“No, never.”
“That’s not very adventurous.”
“I hardly ever meet black women in San Francisco. For instance, look, you are the only one in this gallery. We have more Asians.”
“And have you had sex with an Asian woman.”
“Yes, many times.”
“Well, you should really try a black woman, you know.”
“I know, Tae, you’ll be the first.”
Tae felt a flood of arousal flood into her pussy. Until then it had been unspoken, even if probable, that they would go further, somehow, once they left the museum. Now he’d put the offer out there. Not even an offer really, more of a statement, a statement that she realized she had no wish to prove wrong. She wanted to be his first black woman. They stood there a little longer looking at the picture.
“I love that moment,” Paul said.
“How do you mean?”
“I push my cock against a girl’s pussy. At first her body resists a little and then it yields and just the end of my cock slides into her. Just the moment in the drawing.”
“It feels pretty good on the pussy side too.”
“It’s especially good the first time I have sex with a woman. Just starting to penetrate her for the first time.”
“Oh my god yes,” she said. “Feeling a cock you’ve never fucked just slip inside.”
“I’m looking forward to that moment with you Tae.”
They rushed through the rest of the exhibition, no more than glancing at the pictures. Neither of them had said anything but they were hurrying to whatever was going to come next. She had no idea what it was going to be, but it was certainly going to be more than a goodbye kiss on the cheek. As they left the museum she could still feel her body wound up with arousal, almost begging her for release. The fog had really come in thick and visibility was limited. The temperature had fallen a lot.
“Are you warm enough?” Paul asked. Tae hadn’t brought a jacket.
“Not really.”
Paul took off his fleece. He stood behind her and she slipped her arms into the sleeves. Then he reached around her, joined up the zip and slid it up, sliding his palm across one of her breast as he did so. Even through the fleece and bra her nipple felt his hand pass by. It was like a jolt of electricity to her clit. She felt her nipple go hard.
He took her hand and they walked along a path away from the museum. With the thick fog people were invisible until they were about twenty feet away when they would emerge from obscurity like a film-scene fading in. The path seemed to curve around into the woods, she could see trees looming through the fog.
Suddenly Paul pulled her off the path between some bushes. A few more paces and they were alone, the bushes and the fog hiding them from everyone. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, although they could occasionally hear muffled voices as people passed by on the paths out of sight just a few yards away.
He wrapped his arms around her, bent down and kissed her. His lips started to move against hers and she immediately responded. She pushed her tongue forward and found his. She could feel a rush of arousal quivering in her pussy. Their tongues entwined, communicating their desire.
He reached down and undid the button on her pants. She put her hand on his as if to stop him but then took it away. She didn’t want to put up even token resistance. He slid down the zip. It was the most wonderful feeling as she felt his hand slowly slip into her panties, slide down across the smooth skin of her mound to the top of her slit. He paused for a moment, the tips of his fingers just at the top of her lips, one finger nestling in the little dimple where the furrow of her sex began. She held her breath in anticipation. Finally she felt his finger slide lower, entering her cleft, slipping along the root of her clit. He bent his finger around her body, pressing between her labia, curling into her wetness. “Oh my god,” she moaned as his fingertip penetrated the opening to her cunt.
She reached down and rubbed her hand on his cock through his pants. She unzipped him and slipped her hand inside. Of course, he was rock hard.
Suddenly the wind changed and the fog cleared for a moment. Luckily the only people on the path nearby had just passed and so didn’t see them. A few seconds later and they were once again enveloped in opaque fog. But she’d always had a bit of an exhibitionist side and somehow knowing that people were so close, knowing that they might suddenly be revealed, made what they were doing even more exciting.
Paul started to stroke her, running his finger from the entrance to her cunt, up between her labia, spreading her wetness over her clit. She gasped as his finger started to circle on her clit. The excitement of their time in the museum had left her arousal at such a fever pitch that she knew she wouldn’t last long. “Oh yes,” she said encouragingly. “That’s so good.” She tried to stroke his cock but it was hard to concentrate on two things at once and her pussy won the battle easily. She felt her orgasm building up, a slow burn inside her that she knew would turn to an inferno. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. He stroked her a little faster. She grunted involuntarily as her whole body suddenly tensed up. Then her orgasm exploded through her, her pussy quaking as her body flooded with her climax. She felt her legs start to buckle but managed to catch herself before she fell. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet as his finger continued to caress her clit, more gently now, as ripple after ripple washed over her.
Even before the last dying embers of her orgasm had burned out, she was on her knees in front of him. She pulled his cock out from his pants and wrapped her mouth over it. She started to pump his thick shaft with her fist as her tongue caressed the pink mushroom of his cockhead. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, giving her easier access. She immediately slipped her other hand in and started to caress his balls.
She suddenly realized what she was doing. Kneeling in the middle of the park sucking on a man’s cock that she only met an hour ago. But the idea just seemed hot. Soon he would cum in her mouth. The thought of it sent more sparkles of pleasure twinkling through her pussy.
She started to pump him faster now. She could tell he was already very aroused and it would not be hard to bring him to that teasing point where he was not quite cumming but the desire to cum was almost unbearable. She loved to get a man there. And then just hold him there for a time before finally relenting and bringing him to orgasm.
She took the hand that was stroking his balls and slipped it into her own panties, gathering some of her own juices. When she slid it back under his balls, she slid a little further, seeking out his asshole with a slick fingertip. Meanwhile she continued to drive up his arousal with her tongue, taking him deeper into her mouth now, feeling his cockhead against the back of her mouth. Her fingertip penetrated into his tight little asshole as her palm caressed his balls.
“Oh yes,” he moaned, “I’m going to come.” She started to lick him more gently now, teasing him by holding him just shy of cumming. She could feel him rocking his hips, his body desperate for relief, but she backed off, keeping him just at that simmering point and not letting him boil. She pushed her fingertip a little deeper into his ass. “Ungh,” he grunted.
She pulled her mouth off him completely. She stopped pumping his shaft and just held it. Then, with just the tip of her thumb she started to stroke that most sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, that little triangle of skin just below the head. She knew his orgasm would build up inside him inexorably slowly, an exquisite mixture of pleasure and frustration. “Oh yes,” he moaned again. She could tell he was on the cusp but she didn’t speed up her stroking, she let him get there as slowly as she dared. Gradually, painfully slowly, she brought him to that point of no-return. “Oh Tae” he whispered, “you are wicked.” She could sense his orgasm starting. She opened her mouth so his cock was pointing straight in. The first strong jet shot a string of white cum straight across her tongue into the back of her throat. She started to gently fuck his asshole with her fingertip. His hips thrust back and forth as her thumb continued to rub him, barely moving but enough to pump him empty, spurt after spurt into her mouth. When his cock stopped twitching, she closed her mouth and swallowed his cum. Then she leant forward and licked the final dribbles from his cockhead.
She stood up. They were still in their own world, hidden by bushes and fog from all the people passing just a few yards away on the paths. They had both just done up their pants when the wind changed slightly, clearing the fog for a moment. A family looked up from the path at them but they were standing there innocently in the woods doing nothing unusual. She felt a flutter in her stomach realizing that just a few minutes earlier and the gust of wind would have revealed a very different scene: a black woman kneeling in front of a white man with his cock in her mouth.
“Where are you staying?” Paul asked. It went without saying why he wanted to know. It went without saying that she would tell him, and she did. Her cunt was hungry for his cock.
“Come on,” he said, once again grabbing her hand. They only went a few hundred yards more and then he was unlocking the door of a car. It only seemed like a few minutes later that they’d parked the car at her hotel and she was unlocking the door to her room.
Once inside, she closed the door by pushing him back against it, pressing her breasts against his chest and driving her tongue into his mouth. His tongue jousted with her as she felt her top being pulled up over her breasts, felt his hand behind her unclipping her bra smoothly, felt his hand slide up her stomach and push her bra away as his finger and thumb pinched lightly on the hard pebble of her nipple.
She pulled away from him, pulled her top off over her head and dropped her bra down her arms to the floor. She reached underneath her breasts with both hands and cradled them. “Your first black breasts,” she said. They were very large, Hershey Kiss colored she liked to say, with big almost black aureoles surrounding little black nipples.
He bent forward and closed his mouth over one of her nipples. She felt his teeth gently take hold of it, felt his tongue flick over the tip. It was like a hotline to her clit and she felt her pussy starting to flood with excitement. His fingers were on her pants again, unbuttoning, unzipping, working them over her ass. She wiggled them down to her ankles and kicked them away, now just wearing a pair of boyshorts with a leopard-skin print.
She pulled him into the room. She was about to take off her panties when suddenly she paused. He’d told her what a thrill it was for him to see a pussy for the first time. She already described it to him. Now she was suddenly self-conscious about finally showing that last most intimate corner of her body to him, his first black pussy. But the moment passed. She turned away from him, slipped off her leopard-skin panties and lay down on the bed. But as she spread her legs she slid her hand so that it covered her pussy, denying him the sight she knew he craved.
“You are such a tease,” he said.
“Do you want to see it?” Tae said. “Your first black woman’s pussy.”
“You know I do.”
“What would you like to do to it if I show you?”
“I think you know.”
“I think I do too. But it’s fun to hear it.”
“First I just want to look at it. I’ve never seen one before.”
“That’s not much fun for me.”
“I think you’d love it. Lying there naked while I’m fully dressed, inspecting you.”
“Hmm, maybe.”
“Then I want to lick it, to taste you, to arouse you, to make you cum.”
“That’s more like it.”
“And then I want to slide my cock into it. The first time my white cock has been in a black pussy.”
“I can’t wait.”
“And then I want to fuck you. I want to hammer my cock in your black pussy hard and fast and rough, make you gasp at the intensity.”
“Wow, that sounds fabulous.”
“And then I want to cum in you. I want to fill your black pussy with my cum.”
“OK. You persuaded me.”
Tae moved her hand away, uncovering her pussy completely. She reached down with one hand and with a couple of fingers slightly opened up her pussy for him. He was right, she did love the feeling of intimacy and eroticism, as she lay there exhibiting herself to him.
“It’s beautiful,” he said.
He crawled onto the bed between her outspread thighs. He kissed the inside of one leg down near her knee. He planted a little line of kisses up the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, slowly getting closer to her pussy. She could feel her arousal building the closer he got. He slowly ran his tongue over one of her outer lips, teasing her by avoiding her inner labia. He reached forward and with the fingertips of both hands he opened up her sex. He ran the tip of his tongue the length of her slit, from her opening up over her clit. Tae gasped as finally his tongue touched her sensitive bud. He moved back down again, and this time he spiraled his tongue into her opening. She felt her cunt starting to ache the way it did when she was super-aroused. He slid back up and circled the tip of his tongue around her clit, dancing on it, sending little quivers of excitement shooting away through her body.
Tae was burning with arousal, she could feel her body almost glowing. Paul’s tongue was gently nuzzling her clit, creating little sparks of excitement. She could feel his finger circling just inside her entrance, stroking her inner lips and gradually working its way into her cunt.
“Oh that’s so good,” she said encouragingly.
He started to lick her clit a little harder now as his finger started to slowly fuck her. He curled his finger up so that he was stroking her g-spot. She could feel her second orgasm of the day—no her third, she’d forgotten she’d masturbated that morning—building up. Then suddenly it was rushing towards her.
“Oh my god I’m going to cum,” she squealed. For a second her body froze rigid and then she exploded like the finale of a firework display, wave after wave of mini-explosions bursting through her whole body. Her body shook. He couldn’t keep his tongue in contact with her clit so he just finger-fucked her as her climax rolled on and on. “Oh, oh, oh,” Tae moaned involuntarily as she felt her cunt spasm on his finger. Gradually the intensity of her climax lessened until it was just a ripple and then just a memory.
Paul knelt on the bed. She rolled over and unbuttoned his pants, started to unbutton his shirt, her fingers everywhere trying urgently to get him out of his clothes, urgently to liberate his wonderful cock. Paul finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it off. He pushed down his pants. In a moment he too was naked.
Tae rolled onto her back and spread her legs, this time offering her black pussy not just to his eyes but to his cock. He moved up over her body and kissed her. She reached down and guided his cock until his knob was just hovering in her opening.
“A moment just like in the picture,” she whispered. He pushed his cock forward slowly. She could feel just the tip of his cockhead enter her and then she could feel the muscles in her pussy resisting slightly, that wonderful feeling they had talked about earlier. He pushed a little harder and her body gave in, and she felt his cockhead slip into her wet cunt. He moved back a little and then thrust forward, gently but firmly, driving his cock a little deeper into her.
“So what do you think of your first black girl? Your first black fuck?”
He started to slide his cock back and forth a bit harder, gradually working himself in until he was completely buried in her.
He kissed her again. “Pretty good so far.”
She started to rock her hips underneath him as he started to fuck her harder. It was quite a long time since she’d had a cock in her, white or otherwise, and she’d almost forgotten what an exquisite feeling it was. With one hand he pinched one of her nipples, not quite hard enough to be painful, but hard enough to pump up her arousal a notch more. She reached up and started to rub his little pink nipples too.
“You’ll make me cum if you do that,” he whispered.
“That’s fine. I want you to cum. I want to see your pleasure. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
She squeezed her pussy muscles slightly, tightening herself down onto his cock.
“Wow, you aren’t going to give me a chance are you?”
He was thrusting harder and faster into her now as she squeezed his cock and stroked his nipples. She reached around under her leg and started to caress his balls.
“Cum for me. Cum in your first black woman.”
He made a few final thrusts and then she felt the tension start to flow out of his body as his cock jerked inside her cunt, squirting sticky cum deep into her body.
“Oh yes, you feel good,” he sighed as his orgasm pulsated through him.
He moved more slowly now, sliding back and forth inside her as she milked the final drops from his thick cock. He pulled out of her and rolled to one side, a hand casually on one of her breasts.
“Wow, that was something special. I’m ready for my second black woman now.”
“You’d better mean your second time with your first black woman.”
He laughed. “Yes. Not quite the same thing.”
The two of them rolled under the covers and soon were dozing in each other’s arms, one of her legs draped over him and her large breasts pressed against him. When Tae woke up Paul was nowhere to be seen. Ten minutes later he came back to the room.
“Where have you been?”
“Buying us something to drink while we watch the sunset.” He held up a bottle of white wine. “Come and have a shower.”
The two of them shared the shower, washing each other’s bodies, wiping off the sheen of their earlier sex, rejuvenating themselves for they both knew would be more. She decided to wear a skirt. And then, on a whim, she decided to go without panties. She loved the feeling, a mixture of sexiness and vulnerability, that came from leaving her pussy unprotected. Exposed. Available.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing two wine glasses off the shelf above the minibar. The two of them left the room and went to the elevator. She was surprised when he didn’t press the button for the ground floor but instead pressed the top floor. He opened a door and they walked up a short flight of stairs and came out onto the hotel roof.
They were alone on the roof with a view across the city towards Golden Gate Park and the Pacific Ocean. He poured them both a glass of wine and they took a sip. He led her over to the edge of the roof. The parapet was high enough that she didn’t feel unsafe, but low enough that she could see down to the street below, see people and cars. The sun was just dipping below the horizon. They drank their wine as the sky started to turn orange.
Paul positioned Tae so that she was facing the parapet. She felt the cool air on her ass as he lifted up her skirt behind her.
“I approve,” he said when he discovered her pantiless state. She moved her feet apart. His fingers slid around her ass and between her lips. A fingertip just penetrated her pussy. Suddenly she had an idea, she wanted something she’d not done for a long time.
“Not there,” she said, wondering if that was enough for him to know what she desired.
She felt his finger leave her pussy and slide back a little until he was pressing on the tight little pucker of her asshole.
“You want me here?” he said quietly.
She felt a flood of arousal rush between her thighs. “Oh god yes,” she sighed.
He got a something out of his pocket and a moment later she felt cool, slippery lube being rubbed onto her asshole. He rubbed her with a finger and almost immediately slipped it inside her. She pushed her ass back encouragingly.
“You are very tight, Tae,” he teased as his finger started to move in and out. “Maybe I’m too big for you. Maybe we should just go back down and have something to eat.”
“My ass is hungry, not my stomach.” She reached back and pushed a finger into her own asshole alongside his. The two of them stood there for a moment, drinking wine, watching the sunset, and finger-fucking her asshole. The fact that they could see down to the street, and that anyone who looked up could see their upper bodies, made it extra-exciting. Not to mention that someone could walk out onto the roof at any moment and discover them, her skirt up around her waist, her ass completely exposed. Just the thought sent another tremor of arousal flooding her pussy.
She felt him work another finger into her ass. Her body was a little more relaxed now that it was becoming accustomed to the invasion. He unzipped his pants. She pulled her finger out of her ass and held out her hand.
“Give me some of that lube,” she said. He squeezed some onto her palm. She grasped his hard cock and started to stroke him, her fist moving easily up and down his slippery shaft. When his cock was well coated with lube she let go. She reached back and with both hands spread her cheeks wide, welcoming him into her ass.
She felt his cockhead press onto her tight little rear entrance. He pushed forward, slowly but forcefully. She gasped as his thick cock mercilessly started to distend her asshole. He seemed to be able to sense just how much she could take, keeping the intensity of feeling just the right side of painful. She realized that she was panting, somehow that seemed to help her asshole relax as he slowly but inexorably slipped further and further into her.
He pulled out a little and then thrust forward. She grunted as the thickest part of his cock finally slipped past the tight ring of muscle. He started to fuck her slowly. As her body loosened she could feel his cock going deeper and deeper until finally his belly was pressed against her ass cheeks and he was completely buried in her rectum.
She looked down to the street as he fucked her harder. She smiled as she suddenly thought how surprised anyone who could see her would be to know that she had a cock up her ass, a big cock forced into her throbbing asshole. She looked up to the beautiful sky, streaked with oranges and reds as the sunset unwound. And she focused on the beautiful feelings in her asshole, where Paul’s cock was pumping arousal and pleasure into her.
She felt Paul reach around under her body. A finger slick with lube found her clit. He rubbed her clit gently in time with the movements of his cock.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Make me cum.”
And suddenly she was coming, her orgasm an almost complete surprise that came out of nowhere to engulf her whole body in pulsating pleasure.
“Oh my god, yes, I’m cumming, I can’t believe it.”
She pushed her ass back hard against him, trying to take his cock even deeper into her ass as her climax unfurled.
“Fuck me harder,” she squealed. “Ram your cock into me.”
He slammed into her ass, pushing her hard against the unyielding parapet and pistoning his pale cock back and forth between her milk-chocolate cheeks.
“I’m going to cum too,” he grunted.
She felt his orgasm break his rhythm, felt his hips thrusting on autopilot as he fired jets of cum deep into her body.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, “cum in me, cum in your first black ass.”
She pushed herself back rhythmically against his cock, sliding her asshole up and down his shaft and pumping him dry.
Suddenly the door to the roof was opening. He stepped back pulling his cock from her and letting her skirts fall back around her legs. He was already zipped up by the time he turned around to see that it was an employee of the hotel in uniform.
“You aren’t allowed up here,” he said.
“Sorry. We just came to watch the sunset,” Paul replied.
They all walked back down the stairs and took the elevator to street level. Tae could feel her ass throbbing, still feel the wetness that flooded her pussy. Her body was still tense with arousal as they sat down in the hotel bar and ordered a cocktail and some food.
Back in the room a bit later, they lay on the bed. But Tae still had an itch in her pussy that she needed Paul to scratch.
She pulled her skirts up around her waist and crouched on the bed on all fours. She knew her pussy would be framed between her outspread thighs, that he wouldn’t be able to resist the invitation. He moved behind her. She knew he was inspecting her pussy from a new angle, that his cock would be hardening at the sight. He slid his hands up under the back of her top and unclipped her bra. Her breasts hung down heavily. She felt his cock against her ass as he reached underneath her and started to stroke her breasts, rubbing her nipples against the palms of his hands.
She reached back between her legs and guided his cock into her pussy entrance. She pushed her body back against him and slowly sucked him into herself.
“What an incredible day,” she thought, as she started to thrust back rhythmically against him, fucking him as he knelt behind her. There was the chance meeting in the park when she was lost. There was the eroticism of looking at the drawings with a complete stranger who, by the end, was not really a stranger any longer. Then being enveloped in the fog unable to keep their hands out of each other’s pants. Being the first black woman Paul had ever fucked, ass-fucking on the roof almost in public, and now a nice leisurely doggy-style fuck as a nightcap. And they still had the rest of the weekend ahead.