It was the summer of 1980. I was a single, white, twenty-five-year-old woman who was looking for a summer job in a bank in a small city, not far from Minneapolis. There were no bank jobs available, so I became a cocktail waitress in a two-level restaurant called The Galaxy; fine dining upstairs, a really cool bar downstairs. It was “THE” happening place to be in in our city. The lower level was mainly a bar with a house band every weekend. Being a young woman from a small town, I got caught up in the nightlife, and since I was a music major in college, I enjoyed the bands.
Towards the end of the summer, a band out of Minneapolis started at the bar and since our city was predominantly white, this black band was something new and intriguing. On weekends, the other waitresses and I would go out for breakfast after the bar closed, and eventually we asked this band to go out for breakfast with us. The band was named Bridges and Ryder. Like I said, a black band mingling with all white waitresses made for some interesting looks at breakfast at two in the morning .
They were in town playing their last gig for the year, and when the bar closed we sat around the bar having a drink with them, flirting with them and them with us. The lead singer was a very good looking black man; tall, thin, and very sexy with a beautiful voice. I love men who can sing, and boy, could he sing! I was starting to have erotic thoughts about him. I had never envisioned myself dating a black man, but there we were sitting in the bar together, him and me. He started rubbing my leg and kissing my neck, telling me how cute I was. I was infatuated with him.
I was starting to get wet, and I’m thinking, I can’t be doing this, this is so wrong.
Then one of the waitresses said, “Hey let’s go get breakfast.”
As we headed out to the resataurant, the lead singer, his name was Ryder, whispered in my ear, “Can I catch a ride with you, the other guys have already left for the restaurant.”
I answered, “Sure, I’m not gonna make you walk.”
We jumped in my car and immediately he started kissing me and feeling me up and I was thinking, wow, this guy is HOT.
We get to the restaurant and he continues rubbing my leg and kissing my neck. I was so turned on and wondered where this was going. Soon, breakfast was over and he whispered in my ear again, “Please take me back to the motel.”
When we got in the car we started making out madly again. I had never kissed a black man until tonight. His luscious lips were intoxicating, and his hands on my breasts just made me wetter and wetter. In my mind I wanted so badly to fuck him right then.
It was a short six block drive to the motel and I’m thinking again, what the hell am I doing, this is so wrong. My pussy was controlling my mind.
When we got to the motel he asked again if I wanted to come in, all the while continually kissing my neck and lips. My mind said no but my mouth said YES and before I knew it I was in his room, on his bed making out with him. Slowly and seductively he started undressing me. I was in heaven; me and a black man in bed together. Soon I’m topless, and he’s kissing and fondling my breasts. My nipples were so erect, and before I knew it he had my pants off and was fingering my dripping wet pussy. It wasn’t long and I was shaking with my first orgasm. It was electric. I thought it couldn’t get any better than this.
Now I wasn’t a virgin, I had had two previous sexual experiences, both with white guys that I knew, and both were wham, bam, thank you ma’am screws and not very memorable.
This was totally different; the erotic kissing, his magical fingers on my breasts and in my pussy. He was kissing every inch of me as he glided down my young, supple body. I had never had a man go down on me, this was my first. I had no idea how magical this was going to be; he was sensually licking my clitoris and tonguing my opening. God, this was unbelievable. It wasn’t long and I was cuming all over his face, not one but two orgasms in a short time. I didn’t think I could take anymore.
He said, “Are you ready for this?”
I looked down and saw my first black cock. My god, it was very long, thick, and shiny. My first thought was he’s gonna kill me with that thing! He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing me. The look in his eyes said , “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He said, “Do you want this black cock?”
I moaned, “YES give it to me, I need it, please fuck me.”
He put his black cock at my wet opening, pushing it in slowly and steadily. He was filling me with his black fuck stick. I had never felt anything so amazing.
Soon we were in a nice long, slow rhythm, in and out, in and out, in and out. It was magnificent, the feel of his black meat in my white, young, wet pussy. He seemed to last forever. I came again, and I sensed that he was getting close to coming, as well. I could feel him pick up speed, pushing deeper and deeper. He was so deep he was kissing my cervix.
It wasn’t long and he said, “I’m gonna shoot my black seed in you.”
I yelled again, “Fuck me, fuck me, please cum in me!”
I could feel him cumming. Blast after blast of hot sticky beautiful black cum. I was in heaven, what an amazing fuck!
Then reality set in, I’m a young white girl from a good family, what did I just do?
He got up to go to the bathroom. I hurried up and got dressed.
He came out of the bathroom looked at me and said, “Leaving so soon?”
I mumbled something about having to get home and I left.
My thoughts were everywhere; what did I just do? What if I’m pregnant? What would I do?
What will my roommate say when I get home at five in the morning?
I drove home in tears with his black seed soaking my panties, angry with myself, yet sexually satisfied like never before.
The next morning my roomy said, “You got home late. Where were you?”
I confessed immediately to her, “I fucked Ryder.
She asked, “How was he?”
My response was, “Fucking amazing!”
That was thirty-six years ago, yet still very vivid in my memory.
I often wonder, is he still around?
I would love to feel his hot black meat in me again!
Now I ask all of you, do I jeopardize my marriage and tell my white husband of twenty-five years? And if I do, what will his response be?
This is my very first story, I hope everyone loves it. If I get good reviews, I have more to share.
Luv Red