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Hank corners Faith at his party.
She had a pretty smile and a womanly body. I couldn't wait to make her feel the heat from my fire.
I led Diane to Kellogg park which was a grassy rest area along the boardwalk covered by trees. We sat on one of the benches. I put my left arm around her shoulder as we starred out at the dark waves of the Pacific.
"Sex should be like the ocean. It should be extremely wet, showering and in constant motion."
I reached over and placed my right hand on top of her left thigh. "That's why I enjoy sex with older, mature figured women. When i pounded into their bodies from the back I like the way their asses wave like the ocean."
Diane reached for my face and kissed me lustfully. She swallowed my tongue and caressed my thigh as i caressed hers. Her kisses were hot and wet. I reached for the middle of her jeans and patted her pussy through her jeans. Diane found the stiffness in my linen pants. She crooned like a cat in heat and ran her fingers along my bulge.
"Ummm....That's my spot." Diane squirmed in her jeans from my hot kisses on the contours of her neck.
"Are you sure that's your spot? I'm sure I can find another one."
"Oh my...You are a naughty boy." I surprised her when I got down on my knees and squeezed between her thighs. She leaned in closer to kiss me again.
"How does my hands feel on your body?"
"Cold, strong, stimulating."
"You feel so warm and tender. What is it that you like about black guys?"
Diane tried to speak but nothing but loud, lustful groans escaped her mouth. I was the master of the hand underneath the bra. I felt Diane's body relax then tensed up again as i played with her breasts.
"I...." Diane paused and licked her lips when i pinched her nipples. "I never really thought about it. I had been married to Dave so long but after our divorce I wanted something different."
"Is this different?"
I'm sure the 37 year old mother of three didn't except that she would be sitting on a park bench with her blouse up and a twenty something black man with his hot mouth all over her ivory breasts and pink nipples.
"Oh god you are making me so wet."
It wasn't a boast or a mere brag about my prowlness with the opposite sex. I was born to please a woman. I had all the qualities needed to be the ultimate lady's man. I had the face of college student and the hard body of an top flight athlete. I was 6 foot even. 215 pounds of pure muscle. Not to tall. Not to short. I was muscular but not overly buff. By my hard bodied physique it was easy to tell that I idolized people like LL Cool J, Fifty Cents, and a young Mike Tyson. I kept my waist small, my stomach muscles ripped, and my arms and chest hard as steel. I strive for the sleek physique of NBA ballers and not thick veined bodybuilders. That wasn't sexy. I lived to be sexy. That's why i had my polo striped shirt slightly ajar, sleeves rolled up and a fresh pair of linen pants tied around my thirty two inch waist when I greeted Diane at the airport. Being sexy came easy for me. I worked hard on my body but my ethic background gave me an exotic shade of brown. I was little bronze, a little cooper brown, almost looked brass. When I was out in the sun I looked like a shiny new penny. I was blessed with a handsome face. I played to my youthful appearance and kept my face smooth and hairless. . I was twenty seven years old and still got carded at bars. I had the look but that was only half of the story.
I found myself hard as fuck after all the kissing, rubbing and sucking. "Have you ever had your pussy licked by the light of the moon?"
Diane's little blue eyes lit up like a kid on December 25th. Public sex with a young erotic looking black man must have been a shock to her conservative world of soccer games, sales seminars, and PTA conferences. California nights were always chilly. She kept her panties on and placed her big legs over my broad shoulders. Her thighs were cold but felt smooth and tender underneath my hot hands.
"You have a pretty fat pussy. I bet it takes a real man to make you cum."
I kissed her swollen clit.