Interracial Erotic Stories

First let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Emma and I am a 48-year-old woman who was recently divorced for the second time. I had just moved into a little two-bedroom apartment in a sleepy town in Westchester County, New York, a suburb of New York City when I had an experience that would change me for life forever. I have never been a sexual active women even through I was married twice. I must admit right from the start, I was never a good sex partner to either of my husbands. I have always been very self-conscious of my body since high school on account of my breasts being so small. I have never thought of my self as being beautiful or sexy in any way although my body was nice in every other way. Through both of my marriages, both of my husbands complained about my sexual ability or lack of same. Either I was truly frigid or neither of my husbands could adequately excite me. My whole life changed (for the better) one rainy Saturday afternoon. I was walking home from the local supermarket. The bag of groceries I was carrying got wet and opened up and all the contents fell on the sidewalk. A very nice black man who was walking behind me bent down to help me pick up my groceries. He had an empty plastic bag and offered it to me to put my things in. Since it was raining very hard, I was in no position to refuse his offer, I graciously accepted. When we had all of my groceries in the plastic bag I did something quite out of character for me; I invited him to come up to my apartment to dry off since it was raining quite heavily now and we were both soaking wet. I lived just down the block and he accepted immediately. He seemed to be a perfect gentleman and carried my groceries up the steps and into my apartment. When we entered my apartment, I offered him a something to drink, a soda or a glass of water. He asked me if I had any hard liquor and I said I had some vodka. He asked me if I would make him a vodka and coke and I said sure. I made him his vodka and coke and he asked me to have a drink with him since it wouldn't polite for him to drink alone. I have never been a big drinker but it was Saturday and as usual I had no plans so I agreed to have a drink with him. When I gave him the first drink he introduced himself as Bob Campbell and said he worked at the supermarket where I did my grocery shopping every Saturday. He was fifty-two years old about 6'tall and also recently divorced. Well one drink led to another and before I knew it, I was finishing my third drink and feeling no pain. We could hear the thunder outside and the steady patter of the rain. When Bob asked me if he could stay until the storm passed over without hesitation, I said of course. He asked me if I would put some music on and I put on one of my favorite albums which had romantic slow songs on it. He then asked me if I would like to dance and I guess the liquor had gone straight to my head and did it's job because I said I'd love to. When he took me into his strong arms I just about melted. I have never been with a black man before and never had the urge to be with one but all of a sudden I felt a strange feeling coming over me. This man had a way of making me feel different than I have ever felt before, I felt sexually excited for the first time in a long time and it felt good. I don't know what he did but it made me feel like a woman should feel and I liked the way I was reacting to this total stranger and a black man at that. As we danced to one slow song after another he held me very close and I could feel him moving his hips against me with a gentle grinding motion that was setting me on fire. He whispered in my ear that I was a good dancer and when he kissed my ear it was as if he put an electric shock through my body. I was so excited by being kissed by this black man that I almost fainted in his arms. At this point, he started to get more brazen and than he put his hands on my ass and pulled me firmly against his crotch, that's when I realized that I was also grinding into him. I was weakening and when his hands gently started to caress my breasts, that was it. I just stood there as if in a trance. My hands dropped to my sides, I was helpless. I knew that I couldn't resist anything this man wanted to do to me. I was both scared and tremendously aroused at the same time. He then kissed my lips with the hottest, wettest kiss I have ever felt in my life. His tongue entered my mouth and my tongue met his with passion unknown to me. He whispered in my ear for me not to worry. He wanted me to relax. He said he would never hurt me. I don't know if it was the vodka or not, but I was thinking thoughts I had never in my life ever thought of. I was now at his sexual mercy and he knew it. He stepped back a step looked at me and said quite firmly, "Emma, take of your clothes, it's time." Without hesitation, right there in the middle of my living room, I undressed for my black stranger. I knew nothing about him and in a matter of seconds, here I was in my living room, completely naked standing there in front of him. I was so excited I was shaking. He looked at my naked body, smiled in approval and told me that I had a nice body for a women my age, I wanted to thank him but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I was so excited my knees were about to give way. Bob then started taking off his clothes and when he came to his shorts he told me to get down on my knees and take them off for him. Without hesitation I got down on my knees and took his shorts off. I could not believe that I, "Emma in Charge," was being submissive to this virtual stranger and obeying his every command. When I looked up at him, there was this beautiful cock staring me in the face. I was never able to give either of my husband's good oral sex but when Bob told me to kiss his cock I immediately kissed it and licked the sides. I was actually on my knees, worshipping this black beauty.