Backseat Black on White Encounter

*Hey, if you're a new reader of my stories, I write about my own sexual experiences down to the last detail for my reader's enjoyment. I have recently been writing about my past experiences but thought I would write about my current, ongoing experience with you.

At the beginning of this year, I decided to take a hiatus from sex for the whole year. I've had a LOT of sexual experiences and I just wanted to take a break to write about them all and reflect on what I wanted from life (men/women I get myself involved with tend to become a distraction)

But ever since I made this decision, I have never had so many offers come my way! I have remained stalwart and ignored/ batted away them all. I was feeling quite proud of myself for my willpower. I managed to get nearly to the end of January before I came across the sexiest black man I have ever laid eyes on and my self-imposed sex ban went out of the window.

I'm still seeing this guy and we haven't had sex yet but I decided to write about what we have done and how we met. I'll keep you updated on our encounters, of which I anticipate there will be plenty more. If you love interracial sex then this will get your juices going!*

'Backseat black on white encounter'

I'd always hated how pale I was, whenever the sun came out I'd go lobster red and straight back to the whitest shade of white there could be. I went abroad regularly as a child and people would joke at school when I returned that I hadn't been on holiday at all. No tan means you're a liar when you're in primary school.

Bloody Irish genes, that's what I've always blamed it on. My dad's family were all Irish with red hair and freckles. The ginger gene skipped me, which I must say I am thankful for but I did get the pale skin and freckles, with a rather boring shade of mousy brown which I bleach the shit out of. So all in all, I was a solid 7 out of 10 with blonde hair and freckles I usually smothered over with makeup.

I don't know why but black men are drawn to me like a magnet. We all know the stereotype, that black men love a plus-size, pretty, white girl. Well, I'm about 5'4, slim and petite and not particularly pretty, I'm average at best. So yes, I call BS to this particular stereotype.

Thankfully, I love black men, so this works out pretty well for me. Well, I love all men but there's something about black skin that gets me snowy pussy sticky and dewy. I'm not talking about mixed guys, although I don't mind them, I'm talking about black men, particularly African men.

Even writing this is doing things to me.

The first time I met him, he was at the pool where I was having a swim trying to get fit. I'd had a bit of a shit time and had been comfort-eating. He was with a client (it appeared he was a care worker) and he was in his swimming trunks. Around 6'2 and broad-shouldered with a dad bod, he was around 40. He had this air about him, confident, almost arrogant, which was so sexy to me.

And oh my, he had a thick gold chain dangling on his neck, pressed against his black skin which glistened with water, it was insanely provocative to my pussy. The dick print was giving average size but kind of girthy, my favourite. His fro was natural, combed through nicely and he had these beautiful, big lips. Distracted, I started imagining what those lips could do to my rosy pink clit tucked in my shaven, ivory pussy.

I had to have him.

I lifted myself onto the poolside, my manicured toes swishing in the water, watching him from a distance. Before long, his gaze drifted over to me and he did a double take. Catching me staring, he grinned and averted his eyes back to his client who was in the pool. Twice more he glanced over to see if I was still sitting there, still looking, he was definitely interested. The adrenaline of a new chase, after a month of no physical contact and the excitement of male attention after a month of avoiding it pumped through my veins.

I'd bought myself a new swimsuit as the one I'd last used was far too small and revealing for my now almost forty-year-old body. This black, wet-look swimsuit complimented me well. It sucked my tummy in and the neckline plunged just enough to reveal my more than ample cleavage, my nipples cold and hard, jutting to attention against the wet, clinging fabric.

I loitered in the reception of the leisure centre like a stalker, waiting for him to walk past. I had already scoped the other possible exits and had figured out that he would have to walk past me to leave. Crazy, I know but when I want to fuck a guy, there are no lengths I will not go to. I didn't have to wait long, as he walked toward me with his client and a couple of others, who I guessed were his colleagues and their respective clients.

I must admit, I had no idea how I was going to get his number, despite having been sat there for ten minutes combing through my wet hair trying to figure it out. My legs took over in the end and I ended up just walking straight up to him and obstructing his path like a complete lunatic. My mouth didn't know what to do though and he just stared at me, looking somewhat amused.

'Can I help you?' He asked, smiling at me, quickly looking me up and down.

'I want you. Your number, that is, can I have it?' I fumbled, the words tumbling out of my mouth without any of the sexiness I had hoped that they'd carry.

He held up his hand to show me a gold band on his ring finger and I felt the heat flush to my face. Fuck. Why hadn't I clocked that? And why was I still standing there, completely immobilised in his presence, and how had I read the signs wrong? Why the fuck had he given me signals of being interested?

'Sorry.' He shrugged, with a smile and walked past me, his colleagues close behind, who were blatantly trying not to look at me.

What the fuck? Did I just get rejected?

So embarrassed, I hung around for ages not wanting to bump into any of them in the car park. To make matters worse, I was incredibly horny and hungry for a black man. I had a few black friends who I could call on but I wanted the thrill of a new experience. Eventually, pulling the hood up on my favourite hoodie, I put my AirPods in and made my way out of the leisure centre. As I chose a playlist, I decided to watch some interracial porn when I got home with my new glass dildo.

To my surprise, there was a beep coming from a grey Mercedes in the corner of the car park, which I was surprised I'd heard over my music. Looking up, I strained my eyes and saw the guy from the pool leaning out of his window, gesturing for me to come over. So, as you can imagine, that is exactly what I did, my heart doing flips in my chest.

'Hey.' He said as I got closer to the car, 'Get in.'

Putting my AirPods back in their case, I slid into the front seat, admiring briefly the immaculately new-looking leather interior.

'Hey...' I started, registering the fact that I'd just got into the car of a stranger I'd picked up from the pool.

'I didn't mean to shut you down back there, it's just the guys that I work with know my wife and kids.' He said, placing his hand on my leg, staring at me with these dreamy, hazel eyes.

'I didn't realise you were married, I'm sorry. It's just, I saw you in the pool and... look, I don't usually do things like this.' I lied, looking down at his hand which was now caressing the inside of my thigh.

'Do you care that I'm married?' He asked huskily, his hand now hovering by the peak of my pussy.

'Not particularly...' I said, not taking my eyes from his and placing my hand over his, pushing it to where we both wanted it to go.

'You want dinner and drinks or to get in the back of my car?' He asked, his words coming out hard and fast.

'The back of the car.' I said, breaking from his gaze, already undoing the door handle and making my way to the back.

'I only have ten minutes...' he said, as he climbed into the back seat, a regretful tone to his voice, 'You'll have to give me your number'

I put my digits into his Samsung as he was pulling my milky tits out of my red Victoria's Secret bra, wasting not a minute. It was a struggle to remember my number as he began sucking on my erect nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my throbbing clit.

'You're good at that!' I moaned, sliding his phone across the car seat, I slid my hand down my tracksuit bottoms and knickers to relieve some of the heat of my pussy.

'You have beautiful tits,' he said between mouthfuls of me, taking my pale, white breasts as well as nipples into his open mouth, 'they're so soft and tender.'

'Are your windows tinted?' I asked, casting my eyes over to the window I wasn't pressed up against just behind him.

'In the back, they are, yeah, why? You nervous we'll get caught?' He asked, running his pink tongue along his juicy, big lips.

'Well, it is broad daylight.' I said, giggling girlishly, 'But don't stop!'

Leaving my tits hanging out of my bra where he'd pulled my tits out hungrily moments before, he began kissing me. Pulling my moist fingers from my knickers, my hands were instantly all over him, as the chemistry between us exploded. I didn't want to fuck, not straight away, not today. I would have to exert some self-control because I wanted nothing more than that thick, black dick inside my tight, white girl pussy.

I knew from experience that I had to leave him wanting if I had a chance of having repeat encounters. Besides, I wanted more than a ten-minute quickie with him. I was stroking his face, brushing over the soft bristle over his cheeks. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair but he had a durag on, I wrapped my arms around his neck instead, marvelling at the beautiful contrast between our skin colours.

His tongue was in my mouth too much, the force of him, so much bigger than me, pushed me right up against the passenger door. I should have been repulsed by the amount of tongue being pushed into my mouth but all I could think about was how he would likely do that someplace else.

I pushed gently against him and pulled his basketball t-shirt over his head, wanting to expose more of his beautiful black skin for me to touch, to drink in. He leant back, ceasing his kisses, breathing hard and fast. Something flashed across his eyes, an animalistic hunger, like he wanted to utterly consume me and my heart began to race.

He unzipped his black jeans and revealed what I had already mentally envisioned, a rock-hard, six-inch, circumcised dick with a mound of Afro pubic hair and thicker than I had ever seen in the flesh. I gasped in delight and leant down immediately, my tits swinging freely as I did which he desperately tried to grab.

Deep-throating him from the off, I gagged relentlessly with pleasure on his manhood. He tasted delectable and I could smell the musk of his aftershave against the skin of his pelvis, an aphrodisiac, provoking a moan of pleasure from me mid-suck.

He held my long, blonde hair up and out of my face as I went to work on him. He sat there in complete silence just staring at me intently, his lips slightly parted. I knew it felt good, giving head was my speciality, but I wasn't used to the silence, it made me nervous.

'Do you mind if I cum?' He asked, pulling on the fistful of hair ever so gently.

'Where do you want to cum?' I asked, flicking my tongue around his helmet, and looking up at him through my eyelashes.

'Right. Here.' He grunted, pulling my hair back, and hard.

I felt the rush of warmth as his salty semen shot down the back of my throat. I let out a low groan as I watched his lower body twitch and convulse with the pleasure of his release.

'You wanna spit that out?' He asked me as I lifted myself back up out of the footwell onto the seat and put my tits back into my still-fastened bra.

I shook my head, savouring the taste of his exceptionally large load in my mouth. Then, as he looked at me, a smile curving on his lips, I swallowed the whole thing and licked my lips dry.

'Wow.' He said, shaking his head as he began dabbing at the end of his softening dick with a tissue.

'Don't do that.' I said, taking the tissue from his hand, 'I want to clean you.'

I always finish the job properly. Bending down, I slowly took his softening shaft all the way down to the base, into my mouth. I held him there for a moment, allowing my saliva to wash away the leftover cum before making my way back up. Then, I paid attention to his exposed helmet, licking around the rim and sucking on the tip softly. I finished by giving his helmet a gentle kiss with a little bit of tongue as if I were kissing him on the mouth.

Sitting back up, he leaned in and kissed me deeply, a long, hard kiss that I didn't want to ever end. A kiss that told a million words, that he had loved it, that he found me incredibly sexy too, that he was grateful for our encounter. I had to see him again. I wanted so much more.

'You're really something.' He said, smiling, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my freckled hand.

'I should probably get going...' I said, checking the time on my phone. We had been longer than the ten minutes he'd dedicated to our illicit time together.

'Fuck... the time!' He said, zipping himself up and checking his reflection in the rearview mirror.

'Message me.' I said and planted a kiss on his cheek, hoping against hope that he would. I needed all of him and soon.

He promised me he would and, true to his word he did. We have been messaging nonstop for a few days, swapping nudes and discussing when our schedules would allow us to steal some time together.

I should feel bad but I lack empathy for people, and truthfully, I just don't. He's locked his chats with me on WhatsApp so that nobody can see our messages on his end, whereas I have nobody I have to hide things from.

He’s also told me that he'd never been with a white woman before and that he wanted to know how I felt inside. I have assured him that I want nothing more than to have his black balls slapping against my blush-pink clit, while he’s deep up inside me, it's just a matter of when.

Now and again I find a connection with a man or woman that I have sex with, whereas ordinarily it's just sex and I can move on to the next person/people with ease. There's something about him though, the more we are messaging, the more I’m beginning to like him, which is dangerous.

He has even said during our 2am chats, that he wants to impregnate me with his seed, to give me mixed-race babies. He said the idea of inseminating me with his seed is a huge turn-on, I don't know about all of that but it seems like a kink he has.

I will keep you posted on the next instalment but until then, I hope I’ve got you hard or wet with this one. Please do rate and comment if you feel inclined, I love the feedback. Love always, December Gray xo