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About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my
employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and
others, finding sexual adventures there.
The resort was on a California beach and was very scenic. The living
quarters accommodated 3 same sex employees. Our trip was to last 3
days and 2 nights. While there I flirted with any woman I thought
might remotely be interested. Our group was composed of women of
varing racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single I felt I had
nothing to loose.
My roommates were as eager as I. One roommate Juan was a Chicano male
who had admitted to having sex with another woman one night after his
wedding night. Around the office he was known as cock chaser. He was
once roomered to have had sex with one of the stenographers in the
woman's room before work. The other roommate was a fellow
African-American who was having trouble with his wife and was quite
near a divorce.
I paled arounded with a very shapely Caucasian steno that I knew had
clandestinely dated a Black executive at the job for years. He had
passed away from heart failure 5 months prior to our trip. She seemed
to like my attention and followed me everywhere when classes were over
and on break. A few white guys saw us out of the side of their eyes as
we toured the resort on breaks. I finally got her into my room after
telling my hot-to- trot chums that I needed the room alone for a while
that evening. They both stated they had no objection since they had
planned to go into town to scout out the local dames anyway.
Well, that eveing she followed me to my place and we petted and she
kissed me but she wouldn't allow me to undress her. After several
hours of my most sultry schemes she still hadn't done any more than
frustrate the hell out of my horny self. So I gave up and kissed her
good night.
Upset! I was upset because I was sure the White guys who had seen us
together thought I got it. What would their reaction be to me a Black
guy knocking out some shapely available white pussy like that. Maybe
rage on some of their part. I didn,t care. I thought of all of the
free sex white guys got from slave girls and women - their plantation
property. They often had their wives at night and satisfied themselves
on the human property in the daytime while Black men worked from sun
up to sun down in the fields dragging platinum hard dicks. The only
upsetting part for me was that I didn't get it!
Just as she left I saw a white woman I'd known from another division
back at work. She was entering her room down the hall. It was about
8PM and she gave me a little extra smile - a sparkle in her eye. I
smiled back and spoke. She approached me with her smile continuing to
radiate like a stellar body. She was blond, blue eyed, tall and
shapely. I guessed her age to be about 35 (near my age). I asked her
what she was planning to do for recreation. She said maybe go down to
the general store for a bottle of wine. I asked to tag along.
After the purchase of the wine, which I paid for, I asked her over to
my room. She gleefully agreed. While there we began to talk about
our life's relationships and she told how her husband and she had been
married for 15 years and that he was a sucessful social worker for the
federal government. She went on to say that he was a good father and
a supporting husband. In fact the only trouble she had with her
marriage was that she didn't love him. She poured herself a drink on
continued to talk.
I told her I had been married once and it didn't work out. I had been
searching for a long term relationship for several years. Just then
she put her head on my shoulder and came very close to me. I felt my
penis started to rise up. She looked at me with her dreary eyes and
smile. Then she gave me a wet kiss on the lips. I came closer and
began to stroke her breasts. This seemed to make her hotter and she
kissed me passionately. I began to slowly unbutton her blouse. I
turned down the room light as she undressed. I hastely took off my
clothes and brought my body to hers. She was warm and smelled of
pleasant perfume.
After a half hour of foreplay she said, "..use a condom and you
mustn't tell anyone. I am a married woman." I agreed and we had the
night we had both been waiting for for our entire lifetimes.
At about 12 after a comforting nap she gave me a number of wet
kisses and quitely returned to her room. I fell back to sleep and was
awakened at 2:30 when my two roommates returned singing saying they
had met a woman each at the bar and retrieved their phone numbers. I
smiled and said I wish I could have been so lucky. I sunk down into a
serene slumber.
It has been six years and we still see each other and are the best of
clandestine friends.
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