She was black.
Darker than any woman I have ever made love to. Dark as night. Her eyes were white against the darkness of her skin.
She was a fantasy come true.
She looked like one of those full bodied African American girls that dance around on Videos of Rock stars. Black and proud beautiful women. She was like that - complete with straightened coloured hair.
She had confident and beautiful body language.
She stood tall. Dusky dark skin. Shoulders held back. Full breasts and pointed nipples pushing against her see through white dress.
Damn! What a vision of African Beauty.
How hard was it to decide whether to book her or not?
Harder than you'd imagine actually.
She introduced quickly.
I said to the receptionist: I want her back.
She came back to me. I was sitting on the bed. I patted the bed next to me when she returned.
She sat next to me.
I said: I hope you don't mind me asking you to come back, but I really like your appearance. But before we go ahead I need to know if you're okay about some things. I told her I would be wanting to go down on her.
She said she was fine with that.
I told her that often I like to kiss.
She looked at me and smiled. She said: I sometimes do. I sometimes don't. I never say yes to that untilwell let's just see how things go.
That's a very fair answer, I said. I'm going to book you if you're okay about that.
Sure, She said.
What a find! I said to myself as I quickly showered. What an amazing find!
If you heard about a dark skinned and beautiful woman, exuding that enticing irresistible aura of exotica, what would you think she'd called herself?
Chakana?
Kalina?
Ebony?
whatever you would never guess that it was going to be the most Australian name any girl could come up with outside of Sheila.
Sharon! She calls herself Sharon. Don't worry; I'm not being rude. She thinks it's funny too.
When she returned to the room I was still drying myself off. She walked over to me.
Let me help, she said.
She took the towel off me and started to dry my shoulders and back. She kissed my shoulders chest and arms.
Oh God! We are off to a good start! I said to myself.
I kissed her shoulders and neck. She made all the right noises.
This beautiful dress, in which you look so lovely and suits you so well -- has to go! I said.
She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She picked it up and put it on the towel shelf.
But the killer stilettos stayed on. Suits me.
The bed.
She said to me: Lay back, it will be easier to kiss you.
He beautiful mouth passed off my skin exploring, kissing and nibbling.
The reservations I had about her passed within a second. It was clear this girl was going to deliver.
I kissed her body.
You like nipple play? She asked.
Yeah, love it.
Me too, she hinted.
We gave one another a good time.
Slipped into sixty-nine.
Her skin is beautifully dark. I've deliberately sort them out in parlours, and met beautiful South American and dark skinned Asian girls, but I've never found a woman as dark as this. She felt softer than velvet.
Sixty-nine was fantastic both as a giver and receiver.
I wanted to enjoy her beautiful pussy from another approach.
I moved out of sixty-nine to take another position. She knelt on the bed as I did so. I took her in my arms. She looked so beautiful I wanted to hold her as well as make love to her. She pulled my face closer to hers. The question of kissing was laid to rest. And boy! Could she kiss!
Her compliance and cooperation now was reassuring and encouraging. I knelt beside the bed. (It's a great position for eating pussy).
Wait, she said.
Oh oh, I thought. Have I stumbled across something that she might be uncomfortable with? But no. It was my discomfort she was concerned about.
She got off the bed. Slipped pillows under my knees to make me more comfortable as I knelt by the bed. That will be nicer for you, she said.
Aren't you thoughtful! I said
She kissed me in response.
And thus began one of the most beautiful oral experiences I have ever had. With her writhing, kicking off the heels, and us working together beautifully to the happiest conclusion.
I got back on the bed.
Her full and beautiful lips gave me kisses that made me shiver.
I smothered her beautiful body with kisses.
We covered. I slipped inside her and looked down into the face of a woman that was one of the most exciting I have been with. Goddam! Her eyes are beautiful. My fantastic, fabulous African Goddess.
We go to parlours for fantasy. For me she is one of the ultimate fantasies.
I will definitely, certainly, inevitably be back for more of this beautiful, beautiful woman.
An extraordinarily exciting exotic dark skinned woman who came from a land far away and now called "Sharon!" (Got to love that name!).
Darker than any woman I have ever made love to. Dark as night. Her eyes were white against the darkness of her skin.
She was a fantasy come true.
She looked like one of those full bodied African American girls that dance around on Videos of Rock stars. Black and proud beautiful women. She was like that - complete with straightened coloured hair.
She had confident and beautiful body language.
She stood tall. Dusky dark skin. Shoulders held back. Full breasts and pointed nipples pushing against her see through white dress.
Damn! What a vision of African Beauty.
How hard was it to decide whether to book her or not?
Harder than you'd imagine actually.
She introduced quickly.
I said to the receptionist: I want her back.
She came back to me. I was sitting on the bed. I patted the bed next to me when she returned.
She sat next to me.
I said: I hope you don't mind me asking you to come back, but I really like your appearance. But before we go ahead I need to know if you're okay about some things. I told her I would be wanting to go down on her.
She said she was fine with that.
I told her that often I like to kiss.
She looked at me and smiled. She said: I sometimes do. I sometimes don't. I never say yes to that untilwell let's just see how things go.
That's a very fair answer, I said. I'm going to book you if you're okay about that.
Sure, She said.
What a find! I said to myself as I quickly showered. What an amazing find!
If you heard about a dark skinned and beautiful woman, exuding that enticing irresistible aura of exotica, what would you think she'd called herself?
Chakana?
Kalina?
Ebony?
whatever you would never guess that it was going to be the most Australian name any girl could come up with outside of Sheila.
Sharon! She calls herself Sharon. Don't worry; I'm not being rude. She thinks it's funny too.
When she returned to the room I was still drying myself off. She walked over to me.
Let me help, she said.
She took the towel off me and started to dry my shoulders and back. She kissed my shoulders chest and arms.
Oh God! We are off to a good start! I said to myself.
I kissed her shoulders and neck. She made all the right noises.
This beautiful dress, in which you look so lovely and suits you so well -- has to go! I said.
She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She picked it up and put it on the towel shelf.
But the killer stilettos stayed on. Suits me.
The bed.
She said to me: Lay back, it will be easier to kiss you.
He beautiful mouth passed off my skin exploring, kissing and nibbling.
The reservations I had about her passed within a second. It was clear this girl was going to deliver.
I kissed her body.
You like nipple play? She asked.
Yeah, love it.
Me too, she hinted.
We gave one another a good time.
Slipped into sixty-nine.
Her skin is beautifully dark. I've deliberately sort them out in parlours, and met beautiful South American and dark skinned Asian girls, but I've never found a woman as dark as this. She felt softer than velvet.
Sixty-nine was fantastic both as a giver and receiver.
I wanted to enjoy her beautiful pussy from another approach.
I moved out of sixty-nine to take another position. She knelt on the bed as I did so. I took her in my arms. She looked so beautiful I wanted to hold her as well as make love to her. She pulled my face closer to hers. The question of kissing was laid to rest. And boy! Could she kiss!
Her compliance and cooperation now was reassuring and encouraging. I knelt beside the bed. (It's a great position for eating pussy).
Wait, she said.
Oh oh, I thought. Have I stumbled across something that she might be uncomfortable with? But no. It was my discomfort she was concerned about.
She got off the bed. Slipped pillows under my knees to make me more comfortable as I knelt by the bed. That will be nicer for you, she said.
Aren't you thoughtful! I said
She kissed me in response.
And thus began one of the most beautiful oral experiences I have ever had. With her writhing, kicking off the heels, and us working together beautifully to the happiest conclusion.
I got back on the bed.
Her full and beautiful lips gave me kisses that made me shiver.
I smothered her beautiful body with kisses.
We covered. I slipped inside her and looked down into the face of a woman that was one of the most exciting I have been with. Goddam! Her eyes are beautiful. My fantastic, fabulous African Goddess.
We go to parlours for fantasy. For me she is one of the ultimate fantasies.
I will definitely, certainly, inevitably be back for more of this beautiful, beautiful woman.
An extraordinarily exciting exotic dark skinned woman who came from a land far away and now called "Sharon!" (Got to love that name!).
I am now going to spend the pest of my evening think of the most unsexy names I can.