Interracial love

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

The complex was on a California beach and was very picturesque. The living rooms housed 3 same-sex employees. Our trip went to last 3 days and 2 nights. While there I was flirting with any woman I thought might be remotely interested. Our group was made up of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single I felt like I had nothing to let go of.

My roommates were as anxious as I am. Juan was a Chicano man who had admitted to having sex with another woman one night after his wedding. Around the office he was known as a cocks hunter. Once it was rumored that he had sex with one of the scammers in the woman's room before work. The other partner was an African American who was having problems with his wife and was close to a divorce.

I went through there with a very elegant Caucasian status that I knew had gone out undercover with a black executive at work for years. He had died of heart failure 5 months before our trip. He seemed to like my attention and followed me everywhere when the classes were finished and at rest. Some white people saw us outside the side of their eyes as we turned the resort into breaks. I finally put her in my room after telling my hot trot shots I needed the room just for a while that night. They both said they had no objection since they planned to go to town to get the local ladies out anyway.

Well, that night he followed me to my house and we caressed and kissed me but he wouldn't let me undress her. After several hours of my more sulphide plans I had still done nothing but thwart hell out of my hot being. So I gave up and kissed her good night.

Up! I was upset because I was sure the white people who saw us together thought I got it. What would your reaction be to me a black man who knocks out a white pussy with a available form like this. Maybe anger from them. I didn't care. I thought of all the free-sex white men of girls and slave women - their planting property. They often had their wives at night and were satisfied on human property in the day while black men worked from the sun to the sun in the fields dragging hard platinum dicks. The only thing that bothers me is that I didn't get it!

On my way out, I saw a white woman I knew from another division at work. He was walking into his room down the hall. It was around 8PM and he gave me a little extra smile - a glow in his eye. I smiled and spoke. He came to me with his smile continuing to radiate like a star body. She was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and shaped. I guess his age was about 35 (about my age). I asked him what he planned to do to recreate. He said maybe go to the general store for a bottle of wine. I asked him to come with me.

After I bought the wine, I paid for it, I asked my room. She agreed. As we started talking about the relationships of our lives and she said how her husband and she had been married for 15 years and that she was a successful social worker for the federal government. She said she was a good father and a husband she was supporting. In fact, the only problem he had with his marriage was that he didn't love him. He spilled a drink he kept talking.

I told her I'd been married once and it didn't work. He had been looking for a long-term relationship for several years. Only then did he put his head on my shoulder and come a lot closer to me. I felt my penis started getting up. He looked at me with his eyes dry and he smiles. Then he gave me a wet kiss on my lips. I came up and started caressing his breasts. This seemed to make it hotter and he kissed me passionately. I started to slowly get rid of his blouse. I lowered the light from the room while he was undressing. I took off my clothes and brought her body. She was warm and smelled of nice perfume.

After half an hour of play, he said, "use a condom and you must not tell anyone. I am a married woman." I agreed and we had the night we'd been waiting our whole lives.

About 12 after a comforting nap he gave me a series of wet kisses and returned quietly to his room. I went back to sleep and woke up at 2: 30 when my two roommates sang again saying they had met one woman each at the bar and they got their phone numbers back. I smiled and said I wish I was so lucky. I sunk in a serene dream.

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