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It was a Saturday night in the fall of 1999. My husband D and I were out hitting a few of the regular bars, and before heading home we stopped at one last bar. It was a sports bar in Escondido, a few miles from where we lived in San Diego at the time. The place was about half full when we walked into the bar area around midnight.
By now, after watching interracial videos and from listening to my GF Sandy tell us stories about her experiences, I was beyond curious about Black Men. Dee was always encouraging me to do whatever makes me happy and I wasn't sure when, but I sure felt like I wanted to take the first step soon. We sat at the bar, Dee to my right, and as I spun on my stool to face him after our drinks arrived, I saw over his shoulder three people sitting together at a table; an Asian couple and a black man sitting across from them. They all appeared to be in their mid 20's. He was dark, with his afro trimmed short, tall, and go-o-o-oood looking. I mentioned him to Dee and he asked if I wanted to sit alone at the bar.
At first I said 'no', because I had no experience picking up men in this setting, then Dee suggested he would leave and afterwards, I could go over and ask him if he had a light for my cigarette (I still smoked then, yuck!). Dee said he would walk outside, cross the street and go buy something from the store across the street before heading back to see if I was outside smoking with my new friend. If I was, Dee said he would walk down the street a little in the direction I would drive when leaving. So I agreed. Dee finished his drink and ordered me another, paid the tab and left. Before he was out the door a couple dorky white college looking k**s were at the bar hitting on me. I was about as rude as I have ever been to them, which isn't very much, and sipped down my drink and got up.
I was dizzy getting up, and nearly tripped in my heels on the second step. Before going over, I made eye contact with him several times and he smiled. All three turned to face me as I arrived at their table but I looked right at him. "Do you have a light?" I held up my cigarette and twirled it between my fingers.
"No, I don't smoke." He had a deep voice which I liked. Thinking quickly, I improvised.
"That's OK, I have a lighter out in my car. Would you like to come outside and keep me company while I smoke?" It was the only thing that came to mind, but it worked. He looked a little surprised by my second question, but in five seconds he was getting up to his feet. He wasn't as tall as I thought, but still over six feet and his body was perfect. Dee was walking back from the store already and he said later he heard me laughing before he spotted the two of us walking towards the car. Dee made a sharp turn away and I opened the car and got in and reached over and opened the passenger door.
His name was Darren and he was 26, I learned walking to the car. When he got in and shut the door, I confessed to him. "I really don't want this cigarette." I threw it on the floor. "What I really want is this," I reached my left hand over and caressed his cock through his jeans. I startled him again, but he rolled with the surprises very well. He leaned in and kissed me while I awkwardly fumbled with his belt. After the kiss ended I confessed again. "Your the first black guy I ever kissed, or anything else." He smiled, "Well I hope I don't let you down." Then he kissed me again, and as he did, he helped me get his pants undone and pulled down enough to release his hard cock to me.
I wasted few seconds once I had his cock in my left hand and was pumping him. We ended our kiss and I lowered down taking his cock into my mouth. Nervous and still unsure of myself as a cocksucker, I furiously sucked him; fast and deep, never breaking the rhythm once I got going. He was big, but not huge, about 8" and nicely thick. I felt him reaching around and slipping a hand into my pants to rub my pussy from behind, then his other hand come to rest on my head, taking hold of my hair. Dee strolled by around then, because later he told me all he could see walking by was him leaning back, slightly reclined, and my head bobbing up and down rapidly with his hand on my head. It took about five minutes, but I heard Darren groan some, then, as if to warn me, say "I'm gonna cum Honey."
Maybe he thought I was going to lift up and finish him with my hand, but that thought never crossed my mind. He came f***efully, shooting several times into my mouth, then I removed him from between my lips and pressed his cock to my face and let the last bit shoot against my lips and cheeks as I rubbed it around my face. I took him back into my mouth and sucked until a few more drops came out and he quivered and shook from the sucking. He was smiling as I raised back up. "Man, I can't believe how lucky I am tonight!"
Two minutes later he was walking back into the bar bent over at the waist for some reason. I started the car but could barely steady myself enough to drive the hundred yards or so to pick Dee up. It was the first of many, and still the one I remember best.
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