Interracial love

About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories about people, married people and others, and found sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a California beach and was very picturesque. In the living room lived 3 sex workers. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with a woman I thought might be interested in. Our group consisted of women with different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single made me feel I had nothing to lose.

My roommates were as excited as I was. A roommate Juan was a Chicano man who admitted to having sex with another woman one night after his wedding night. Around the office he was known as a rooster hunter. He would have had sex with a stenographer in the wife’s room before work. The other roommate was a fellow African-American who had problems with his wife and was almost divorced.

I paled around with a very shapely Caucasian shorthand that I knew was illegal with a black executive on the track for years. He died of heart failure five months before our journey. She seemed to like my attention and followed me everywhere when classes were over and break. Some white folks saw us out of their sight when we toured the resort on pauses. I finally got her into my room after I told my hot-to-dare buddies I needed the room alone that night. They both stated they had no objection because they were planning to go into town to explore the local ladies anyway.

That night she followed me to my house and we pet and she kissed me but she didn’t want me to undress her. After a few hours of my most sultry plans, she still hadn’t done more than frustrate my horny self. So I gave up and kissed her good night.

Upset! I was upset because I was sure the white people who saw us together thought I had it. What would their reaction be to me… A black guy hitting a beautiful white pussy. Maybe anger on their part. I didn’t care. I thought of all the free sex white boys got from slave girls and women - their plantation property. They often had their wives at night and satisfied with human property in the day, while black men worked from sun to sunset in the fields dragged platinum hard dicks. The only disturbing thing for me was that I didn’t get it!

Just as she left, I saw a white woman I knew from another division at work. She came into her room in the hallway. It was about 8:00 and she gave me a little extra smile - a sparkle in her eye. I laughed back and talked. She approached me with her smile that kept shining like a stellar body. She was blonde, blue eyes, long and shapeful. I thought her age was about 35 (at my age). I asked her what she was planning to do for recreation. She might have said to the store for a bottle of wine. I asked to come.

After purchasing the wine I paid for, I asked her about my room. She agreed with me. While we started talking about our life relationships and she told us how her husband and she had been married for 15 years and that he was a successful social worker for the federal government. She also said he was a good father and a supportive husband. The only problem with her marriage was that she didn’t love him. She poured herself a drink and kept talking.

I said I was married and it didn’t work. I’ve been looking for a long relationship for years. Then she put her head on my shoulder and came very close to me. I felt my penis rise. She looked at me with her gloomy eyes and smile. Then she gave me a wet kiss on the lips. I came closer and began to caress her breasts. This made her hotter and she kissed me passionately. I started slowly untiring her blouse. I turned off the lights when she undressed. I took off my clothes in haste and brought my body to hers. She was warm and smelled like pleasant perfume.

After half an hour of foreplay, she said, “Use a condom and you can’t tell anyone. I’m married.” I agreed and we had The night we both waited for for our whole lives.

Around 12 hours after a comforting nap she gave me some wet pillow and returned quietly to her room. I fell back asleep and woke up at 2:30 when my two roommates came back and said they met a woman at the bar and picked up their phone numbers. I smiled and said I wish I had been so lucky. I sank into a serene sleep.

It’s been six years and we’re still seeing each other and we’re the best of clandestine friends.