Carole

Monday 10/28 4:45 A.M.
Last Sunday I got to the Hilton at 1:00PM. To pass the afternoon I walked and shopped.
I returned to the hotel about 5:30. I soaked in the bubble bath for about an hour,
enjoying the sensuousness of the fragrance, the bubbles and the hot water. I masturbated
a little, but when I got near orgasm, I would stop, delighting in hovering at the edge of
the abyss. I had bought myself a “wonderbra”, they are amazing!!! It actually makes me look
like I have hooters!!! giggle I also bought a lacy white garter belt. When I got out of the
bath and dried my hair, I did my makeup in the nude with the curtains wide open and lots of
lights on. I have no idea if anyone saw me, but it felt so nice to know anyone could. I put
on my bra and garter belt and new white stockings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wished
I could go out that way. I looked yummy, and yes, I may have fingered myself a little. It’s
so cute, it’s hard not to touch it all the time. I finally put on my black mini. It has long
sleeves with military collar and cuffs and silver buttons up the front. I left the bottom one
unbuttoned. The garters came about 2 inches below the hem. The look was perfect, just the
right combinations of sophistication and slutty. Black pumps with 3 inch heels and matching
purse and I was ready. Man, I looked good; I could have eaten me alive. Crossing the lobby,
I could feel the eyes on me, and I liked it. The doorman gave me a wide smile and offered to
get me a cab, which I declined with a smile of my own. Looking back, that may have been the
first time in my life I felt really, really, really pretty. I mean, I know I am not ugly, I
just never thought about being pretty. By the time I got to the bar, my heart was pounding, and
I almost didn’t go in. When I did, it was like the hotel lobby all over again. But this time
it was women looking at me instead of men, and I liked it even better. A few very mannish
dressed women smiled at me but I am not attracted to dykes who seem to need to play act that
they are men. Heck, if I wanted a man, I wouldn’t be here. I took a seat at the bar and
ordered a white wine. I chose a seat next to a lovely black woman of about 35. She had short
hair done in a “natural” style and she had very dark skin with the most incredible (almost
iridescent) complexion I have ever seen. She was wearing a lavender pantsuit which on someone
else might have looked garish, but it picked up her skin tone and seemed to make her glow. She
had fairly large breasts and she wore a gold locket which rested perfectly in her cleavage. I
was immediately in lust!! She said hello and we made small talk for a bit. Her name is
Barbara, and she teaches political science at the university. She asked me to dance, and I was
trembling as she led me to the dance floor. As she took me in her arms she said: “there’s no
reason to be nervous in here, Little Bird. These are all friends.” I put my arms around her
neck and rested my head on her breast. As we moved to the music, I could feel the tension
floating out of me. And as I relaxed, I noticed that I could physically sense that this woman
holding me was as hot for me as I was for her!!! I mean it was like I could smell it!!! I
looked into her eyes and we kissed. It wasn’t the longest or the most passionate kiss of my
life, but it left no doubt as to where the evening would end. As we danced, her hands drifted
to my bottom. When she realized I wasn’t wearing panties, she seemed to shiver. She smiled
and said something about how naughty I was. I felt sad when the music stopped, it would have
been so nice to stay there swaying in Barbara’s arms.
We returned to the bar and she asked if I had dinner yet. It was now about 8:30 and
when I said no, she said we should hurry because it wasn’t healthy to go to bed on to full a
stomach. (She said it so naturally, I still don’t know if she meant anything by it or not.)
She hailed a cab and we went to Morton’s Steak House. They do everything on a grand scale;
the original is in Chicago. They don’t give you a menu, so I have no idea how much it cost,
but it must have been outrageously expensive. The waiter, a lovely gay gentleman whom Barbara
knew, brought a cart to the table with examples of the evening’s entrTes. The lobster must
have weighed 5 pounds!! Barbara ordered a bottle of white Bordeaux, shrimp cocktails,
asparagus… the only thing I got to contribute was that I liked my filet rare.
The meal was the best I have ever had in a restaurant. The shrimp were huge (i know, oxymoron)and served with a balsamic vinaigrette instead of the typical cocktail sauce; the steak was done perfectly and
tender enough to cut with a fork. But I liked the asparagus the best, it was large and crisp
without being stringy. Barbara seemed pleased that I knew to eat it with my fingers. Our
waiter gushed over us, and joked with Barbara about what an evil woman she was. And I think
everyone in the restaurant knew that within the hour she and I would be writhing naked together. I loved it!!
For dessert (I did get to choose that) I had raspberries and blueberries in a Godiva chocolate
cup doused with some wonderful liqueur, and cappuccino. Normally I would not have had coffee
that late, but I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping much. As we lingered, she began to seem almost
shy and finally I said: “If you’re ready, let’s go to my room.” She said: “I have been ready
since we met, Little Bird.” We walked the two blocks to the Hilton, arm in arm. I can’t
believe how happy I was, and I felt as if anyone who saw us would be happy for us also. When I
let us into my room, she said: “Do you realize that what we are about to do is illegal in the
state of Georgia?” I said: “Because you are black, and I’m white? That’s silly!” We both
laughed, and fell into each others arms. (how turned on I am getting as I write this! and the
sweet pain I feel because I will never see her again.) Her skin was warm and smooth, and she
smelled like a mixture of vanilla and jasmine. As we cuddled, still clothed, I noticed that I
did not feel the sense of urgency I usually feel before sex. This was going to be something to
enjoy slowly, savoring each moment. We kissed for a long time. She was a good kisser and her
mouth tasted wonderful to me. She started unbuttoning my dress. It was like a seduction in
high school, almost as if she expected me to stop her if she went too far. I am self-conscious
about my small breasts and the wonder bra did not seem like a good idea just then. It kinda
felt like false advertising, but when she unclasped it she seemed delighted with my little
cupcakes. She took first one, then the other in her mouth. Gently sucking the nipples until
they were erect. My nipples are directly connected to my cunt, and I was immediately drenched.
I was content to caress her head and luxuriate in the feeling. She continued to unbutton my
dress and her mouth moved down my tummy, sending lovely shivers through my body. I heard her
slightly gasp when she first saw my bald little pussy. She said: “how adorable…” and she
started kissing the inside of my thighs.
Finally, I could take it no longer, and I said: “this isn’t fair!!” and I started
wrestling with her to get her clothes off. She didn’t argue. I am lousy at estimating size,
but her breasts are larger than Christina’s 36C’s. She had on a lacy black underwire bra, but
they hardly sagged when I unclasped it. The aureole (still don’t know if I spell that right)
were the size of silver dollars with lovely pointy nipples. They were so black, they looked
purple. She was wearing panty hose, which surprised me, and black lace bikinis that matched
the bra. I pulled off the stockings quickly, but I was very slow with the panties. Her cunt
was incredible! Two pouty lips with a brillo pad on top. I was charmed and delighted by our
differences and the thought that struck me at the time was “brillo pad”. I had gotten to be
28, and never had examined a black person this closely, and I intended to make up for that
lapse. Once I had her naked, I started to remove my stockings and garter belt, but she asked
me to leave them on…. (can you imagine how kinky some people are???!!! But I decided to
humor her…. giggle) We then got under the covers for the first time. I mean, lust is one
thing, but it was starting to get chilly! She made pleasant moaning sounds as I took her
nipple in my mouth. As I was flicking it with my tongue, it seemed tougher than mine. I
don’t know I better way to describe it. Anyway, I figured, “if it’s tough, I can bite it.”
So I did. At first I thought I hurt her, her reaction was so dramatic! I said: “I’m sorry.”
And she said: “Oh sweet Jesus, don’t be sorry!!! Keep doing that!!” So I did… I eventually
left her breasts and kissed her tummy, and up the side of her ribs. At some point I noticed
that she did not shave under her arms. It looked precious, I had found two more brillo pads.
I nuzzled into her armpit, as I pinched her nipples much harder than I would have thought
pleasant.
(just realized I have been writing for two hours. I am going to shower and wake Christina.
No, I think I will wake Christina and pull her into the shower with me…..:-)

Tuesday, 10/29, 5:00AM
When I woke up this morning, my leg hurt; my period will come tomorrow or the next day. It
seems like the darn thing just ended!!! I wonder if Christina will eat me during my period. I
have often licked the blood from her cunt. Once I noticed myself in a mirror after doing so.
I looked like a vampire who had just ripped somebody’s throat out.
In reading over what I have written so far, I am amazed at how slowly it all happened.
I remember the orgasms (boy do I), but I also remember sweet kisses and cuddling and laughing
and crying… Anyway, Barbara started returning my nuzzles and the way her mouth moved down my
body, I thought she was getting into position for 69, which I thought was a great idea. But
then her mouth continued moving down the inside of my thigh and calf. It felt especially good
through my stockings. I followed her lead, not sure where she was going. What happened next
both surprised and delighted me. She threw her leg between mine and while kissing and sucking
my toes, she ground her pussy into mine. It was Heaven!!! The feeling of our two pussies
slipping and sliding together is indescribable. I ground back for all I was worth, enjoying
the contrast of the slippery cunt and rough pubic thatch. I don’t know if it took 5 minutes
or an hour, but as my orgasm grabbed me, it triggered hers. As I was riding my crest I
envisioned our cunts kissing and the feeling and vision was so erotic it pushed me over the
top again. We lay in that position for a bit catching our breath and then she came back to
the top of the bed and took me in her arms, planting sweet kisses on my face and neck. Soon
I was returning her kisses and our tongues again began their erotic explorations, I HAD to
taste Barbara’s pussy. I pushed her down and moved to the lovely patch between her legs. I
watched her eyes glaze as I dipped my tongue for the first time into her honey pot. Some women
taste, well fishy, some taste acidic, and some have no taste at all, but Barbara tasted like
sweetness. I mean like she had douched with sugar water. It was delicious, and her clitoris
was as big as a marble. As I flicked it, her legs and buttocks would stiffen in the most
delightful way. I stuck two fingers into her and fingered her cunt while I ate. When my
finger was well lubricated, I slipped it into her anus. There was little resistance. Her
bottom gladly accepted my intrusion, so I fucked her asshole with my finger while I licked and
flicked her cunt with my tongue. When she began to orgasm, I stopped flicking her clitoris
until she was over the crest, then a few flicks and I made it happen again. I did this several
times, and each time it only took a few flicks of my tongue to bring her over again. And she
made such nice noises when she came. It got almost to be a game, but finally she gently pushed
me away. I crawled up next to her and let her taste her sweet cunt on my mouth, then I took her
in my arms and held her while she rested. Then it was my turn…
My God her tongue was long!! It made me think of Gene Simmons of KISS. It felt like
she was licking my cervix. Then she would watch me as she licked the crease between my thigh
and pussy. Then down my thigh. I moaned and arched my pussy. She asked me innocently what I
wanted. I said: “I want you to lick my cunt….” She made me beg her to put her tongue back
in my pussy. She told me I had to keep begging her to keep it up, so I did. And her hair would
tickle my legs and tummy. I was surprised that it could be wiry and soft at the same time.
Finally I abandoned myself to the incredible pleasure. I grabbed her head and started mashing
my pussy into her face. All the while telling her to suck my clit and lick the juice from my
hole. I am not sure when the transition occurred but my begging became demands. I am certain
the rooms must have been soundproof, or someone would have called the police. When I came I
sounded like I was being murdered, and in fact I felt like I was dying of pleasure. I can’t
remember seeing anything, as if that sense was put on hold to concentrate on the explosion
emanating from my pussy and consuming me. She knew just when I was fully spent and to stop
licking my pussy. I realized as I lay there panting that I was covered with sweat even though
the air conditioned was on. And now I tasted my pussy on Barbara’s mouth. She held me and we
slept in each other’s arms for a while.
When I awoke the clock said 1:37 and the lights were out. Barbara was leaning one her
arm, watching me in the darkness and stroking my left breast. I smiled at her and she said:
“I have to leave now, Little Bird.” I asked her if she could not spend the night and she said
it wouldn’t work for her to get home and be back for class. I said there was something I had
to do before I could let her go. I had her lie on her tummy and I straddled her back. With my
fingers, lips and tongue, I stroked and massaged her shoulders and neck; moving down between
her shoulder blades and eventually to the small of her back. My efforts were rewarded with
contented moans of pleasure. When I reached her bottom…. (let me take a moment here to
attempt to describe this woman’s bottom…. The word that first comes to mind is “perfect”,
no, not just “perfect”. But “fucking perfect”!!! I guess she is either a serious swimmer or a
serious runner. I am tiny and I have a greater percentage of body fat than she does. The way
her muscles would ripple beneath the skin at my touch was fascinating, And round!!! Her bottom
looked like two round loaves of pumpernickel bread, just slightly out of round where they
joined. And smooth… You know how they say: “smooth as a baby’s bottom”? Well, they should
say baby’s bottoms are as smooth as Barbara’s. But I digress…. ) I started kissing the
tender flesh at the top of her thigh, near the crease at the bottom of her buttocks. And then
I rained kisses all over her bottom, first one cheek then the other. Finally I gently parted
her buttocks to find what had been my goal all along. (Let me stop again and say a few words
about assholes…. I have never seen I one on a man that was the least bit attractive, and I
can’t imagine ever putting my mouth near one. YUK, PTOOEY!!! Now women’s are a different
story…. OK, once I had sex with an older woman who had hemorrhoids and that didn’t look too
nice, but in general, on women they are nice round, puckered, kissable things. Barbara’s was
no exception. There it was, seeming to wink at me. At first I licked tentatively to gauge her
reaction. I got a satisfied “Mmmm….” So I licked deeper, enjoying the musky taste so
different from her sweet cunt. She raised herself to her knees to open her buttocks wider
and I plunged in my tongue as deep as it would go. She reached between her legs and masturbated
as I fucked her ass with my tongue. I would push my tongue into her, and she would squeeze,
pushing it out. Again and again we did the, as her fingers moved ever faster. I reached up
and pinched her nipples as I probed her bottom. Now she was pushing her butt into my mouth and
I was using my teeth as well as my tongue. I rolled away from her, my jaw aching as she
collapsed in orgasm. I took her hand and licked the sweetness from her fingers…. Then she
said: “I guess I can’t leave until I return the favor….”
I sat in bed with my knees in my chest and my arms clasped in front of my legs watching
Barbara dress. The lump was growing in my throat, and I was beginning to feel the sweet pain
I have felt ever since. I asked her if she might be back at the bar tomorrow, and she said:
“No, Little Bird, if I see you again it will be much to painful when you go.” When she was
dressed she took me in her arms and kissed me and said: “Be happy, Little Bird.” And she was
gone.
I took off my stockings and garter belt and hung up my clothes that were lying about.
I got in bed, using one of the pillows as a teddy bear. In the eight hours I knew her, she
never called me Carole. I am her “Little Bird”….

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