henharrier
Virgin
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- Nov 2, 2022
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You may have met someone on the train, sat next to someone on a plane, been introduced at a wedding or a funeral, connected at an office meeting or a family event. The thing is you weren't looking for a sexual partner, but before you knew it, you were back at his, or hers, or somewhere else, fucking away merrily.
Anyone?
Here's one of mine.
In August 1980 when I was in my mid-20s, I took up a position as a Technical Advisor to the Government of a small Caribbean nation that had recently gained its independence from the UK. During my first few days on the island I stayed in a tiny beachside hotel before moving into my rented house. On my second day in the hotel the island was hit a dancing blow by Hurricane Allen, one of the fiercest tropical storms ever in that part of the world. That evening as the winds intensified, myself and the two other guests sat in the small resident's lounge chatting and happily drinking rum punches with the lady owner who seemed to run the place pretty much on her own. She was a mature woman probably in her late 40s originally from Trinidad. With her coffee coloured skin and dark eyes she looked distinctly South Asian. She had a lovely smile and a voluptuous figure and to my eyes was a very attractive lady.
Around 9pm the electricity went out and I retired to my darkened bedroom overlooking the beach and for the next hour or so, gazed out at the stormy seas as the winds battered the palm trees and beachfront buildings. It was pretty scary for someone more used to British weather conditions. Just as I was about to undress and retire for the night there was a knock at the door which I answered to find the hotel owner standing there quite distressed. She tearfully told me she was terrified of the storm and didn't want to be on her own. I invited her in and tried to comfort her by giving her a hug. Before I knew it we were kissing and cuddling on the bed and she was giving me her life story.
Long story short, we spent the night together. It was my first sexual encounter with a black girl - though more would follow during my two years on the island. For me the experience was exquisite. Her dark skin was hot and silky smooth under her loose clothing and it wasn't long before we were naked. I really wanted to fuck but neither of us had condoms, and we didn't want to risk unprotected intercourse. Instead we kissed passionately and enjoyed delicious foreplay and oral sex during which we both enjoyed orgasms. With no air conditioning in the room our bodies became slick with perspiration and our cum. That hot, sticky hotel bed during a tropical storm was probably the most memorable place I've ever had sex. Before drifting off to sleep after hours of intense pleasure and fun, I cuddled in closely behind her, and while gently fingering her slippery vagina and clitoris, my cock rubbed along between the cheeks of her plump arse. It wasn't long before I ejaculated profusely over her bum and upper thighs adding more cum to the already messy bed.
When I awoke next morning, the wind had abated and she was gone from my bed. The electricity was still off when I went down to the dining room and breakfast was basically fruit and juice served by the owner. We smiled to each other knowingly and that was it - the end of a short torrid adventure. When I returned to my room after work that evening, the bed was freshly made with clean sheets and there was a wee note on my pillow with the simple message "Thank you xx".
A few days later I moved out to my rented house and though I saw her around the island a few times after that, we never spoke about our night together. The memories still linger with me though, 45 years later!
Anyone?
Here's one of mine.
In August 1980 when I was in my mid-20s, I took up a position as a Technical Advisor to the Government of a small Caribbean nation that had recently gained its independence from the UK. During my first few days on the island I stayed in a tiny beachside hotel before moving into my rented house. On my second day in the hotel the island was hit a dancing blow by Hurricane Allen, one of the fiercest tropical storms ever in that part of the world. That evening as the winds intensified, myself and the two other guests sat in the small resident's lounge chatting and happily drinking rum punches with the lady owner who seemed to run the place pretty much on her own. She was a mature woman probably in her late 40s originally from Trinidad. With her coffee coloured skin and dark eyes she looked distinctly South Asian. She had a lovely smile and a voluptuous figure and to my eyes was a very attractive lady.
Around 9pm the electricity went out and I retired to my darkened bedroom overlooking the beach and for the next hour or so, gazed out at the stormy seas as the winds battered the palm trees and beachfront buildings. It was pretty scary for someone more used to British weather conditions. Just as I was about to undress and retire for the night there was a knock at the door which I answered to find the hotel owner standing there quite distressed. She tearfully told me she was terrified of the storm and didn't want to be on her own. I invited her in and tried to comfort her by giving her a hug. Before I knew it we were kissing and cuddling on the bed and she was giving me her life story.
Long story short, we spent the night together. It was my first sexual encounter with a black girl - though more would follow during my two years on the island. For me the experience was exquisite. Her dark skin was hot and silky smooth under her loose clothing and it wasn't long before we were naked. I really wanted to fuck but neither of us had condoms, and we didn't want to risk unprotected intercourse. Instead we kissed passionately and enjoyed delicious foreplay and oral sex during which we both enjoyed orgasms. With no air conditioning in the room our bodies became slick with perspiration and our cum. That hot, sticky hotel bed during a tropical storm was probably the most memorable place I've ever had sex. Before drifting off to sleep after hours of intense pleasure and fun, I cuddled in closely behind her, and while gently fingering her slippery vagina and clitoris, my cock rubbed along between the cheeks of her plump arse. It wasn't long before I ejaculated profusely over her bum and upper thighs adding more cum to the already messy bed.
When I awoke next morning, the wind had abated and she was gone from my bed. The electricity was still off when I went down to the dining room and breakfast was basically fruit and juice served by the owner. We smiled to each other knowingly and that was it - the end of a short torrid adventure. When I returned to my room after work that evening, the bed was freshly made with clean sheets and there was a wee note on my pillow with the simple message "Thank you xx".
A few days later I moved out to my rented house and though I saw her around the island a few times after that, we never spoke about our night together. The memories still linger with me though, 45 years later!
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