It was a warm summer evening when I first saw her. She was a stunning black woman with curly hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her dark skin glowed in the soft light of the street lamps.
I was walking down the street, lost in thought, when I saw her standing there. She was leaning against a wall, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a spark of attraction.
I walked over to her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hi,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at me, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” she replied.
We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. And then, something shifted. I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I knew that I wanted her.
We pulled back, both of us breathless. “Do you want to come back to my place?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.
She nodded, her eyes bright with excitement.
We walked back to my apartment, our hands clasped together. As soon as we were inside, I pulled her close, my hands roaming over her curves.
She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. I could feel her nipples harden beneath her shirt, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I started to undress her, my fingers trembling with excitement. She helped me, her eyes never leaving mine.
Once she was naked, I took a moment to appreciate her body. She was stunning, with curves in all the right places. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I started to kiss her, my lips moving down her neck and onto her breasts. I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, and she moaned with pleasure.
I could feel her getting wet, and I knew that it was time to move on. I started to kiss my way down her stomach, my fingers trailing along her inner thighs.
She spread her legs, and I could see her pussy glistening with moisture. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked on her clit, and she moaned with pleasure.
I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that I wanted to make her cum. I slipped a finger inside of her, and she moaned even louder.
I started to move my finger in and out, my tongue still on her clit. She was moaning and writhing beneath me, and I knew that she was close.
I curled my finger up, hitting her G-spot, and she screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around my finger, and I could feel her cumming.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover. I stood up, my cock hard and ready. I positioned myself at her entrance, and then I pushed inside.
She was so wet that I slid in easily. I started to move, my hips thrusting in and out. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her.
I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I knew that I wanted to make her cum again. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit.
I started to rub her, and she moaned with pleasure. She was so wet and tight that I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.
And then, she screamed with pleasure, her pussy clenching around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt myself cumming, my cock pulsing inside of her.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us breathless. I pulled her close, my arms wrapped around her.
We lay there for a moment, just enjoying the afterglow. And then, she looked up at me, her eyes bright with excitement.
“That was amazing,” she said.
I smiled, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Yes, it was,” I replied.
And I knew that it was the start of something special.
