A literotic sexstories: Megan's diary: Getting blacked for the first time by flirtymegan24 ,
“ that all sounds pretty good Me…gan”, the one on the left said as he pretended to be reading my name tag and not blatantly staring up at my cleavage which was discreetly on display in my black somewhat, low cut T-shirt.
The others chuckled and nodded their heads in agreement clearly doing the same thing, I rolled my eyes and placed the Menu’s on their table, giving them the standard “ill be back in 5 minutes to take their order line”, before walking off. I wasn’t even three steps in when I heard one of them making a remark about my arse, I resisted the urge to turn my head around and make it known that I heard what was said, I instead continued to saunter of leaving them to shamelessly keep staring at my jean covered behind to their heart’s content.
“It looks like you have some fans”, my co-worker Michelle joked with an amused grin on her face.
“ well, you are more than welcome to take them of my hands if you want?”, I retorted, sticking out my tongue at her playfully.
“ I wouldn’t mind, a couple of them are pretty hot, especially that black guy on the right”, she pointed out.
I turned my attention to him for a moment, my eyes discreetly checking him out, I had always found black men attractive but had never had the opportunity to be with one before, of course, I was curious ( how could I not be with all the tales and stereotypes about black men floating around these days on the internet) I don’t know how long I was staring for but Michelle’s voice snapped me out of my mini trance.
“Have you ever been with a black guy before? you know what they say right?”, she softly whispered leaning in closer to me so we wouldn’t be heard.
“ No I haven’t, and yes I think everyone knows the rumors about black guys”, I replied before we both giggled like school girls
“If I didn’t have a boyfriend I would totally try and find out first hand if it was true”, Michelle teased, giving me a mischievous wink before she walked off to serve a couple who walked in.
I pondered her naughty suggested for a little while as I made a latte, the thought of being with a black guy was defiantly having an effect on me, I was feeling a bit flushed and that familiar tingle was forming between my thighs. My mind started to think back to those times I had watched interracial porn, the sight of a huge, black cock hammering away into a glistening, white girls pussy, the striking comparison between skin tones was highly erotic, they made it seem so taboo and wrong even though I know it’s 2013 and we all should stop thinking about a black man and a white woman in that way, but it was still hot and I found myself jilling off on more than one occasion to such videos,(god I need to stop thinking about this), I chuckled to myself on the inside as I made my way back outside to serve the group of men.
“ so have you gentlemen decided on what you will have?”, I asked looking each of them in the eye briefly one by one.
“ well what I really want isn’t on this menu but I’ll try the albon…..di….gas, is that how you say it, Megan?”, the tall, black stranger asked in a smooth, deep tone before suggestively licking his lips which made me blush a little.
“ oh yes Albondigas, its a famous Spanish dish, you will love it I promise”, I replied finding his attempt at pronouncing the name of the dish quite cute.
The others ordered and I returned back inside to hand in the ticket and serve more customers before returning with their food 20 minutes later.
It was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday afternoon, I didn’t have much time to dwell on the handsome, black man until his group asked for their bill, they thanked me for a wonderful meal and even generously tipped me with a 20 dollar note which I was not very use to ( tipping isn’t really a thing in Australia), I thanked them kindly before getting back to work.
I left work at around 3 pm, heading into the shopping district to pick up a few things and browse, generally just wasting time until my bus was due to arrive. I spotted a cute looking bracelet behind a window display and crouched down to have a closer look ( $900, no way I could afford it right now), I sighed.
“ I thought that booty looked familiar”, a man spoke from just behind me
I quickly stood up and twirled around seeing the familiar face of the handsome, black, stranger in front of me again, his deep, brown eyes were staring into mine with such intensity it made my heart flutter. I gave him a weak smile and mouthed out a mousey “hello”. I was almost quivering, such was his presence, he was at least a foot and a half taller than my 5’6 and I could tell he had a muscular, athletic build even in his lose navy uniform.
“ Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, bet it’s not every day you turn around to see a black man standing next to you huh?”, he asked with an amused grin.
I giggled nervously and tried to regain my composure, brushing my hair away from my face before I gave him a smile, “ I can’t say that isn’t true, but you being black has nothing to do with it, I would feel the same if it was any guy that snuck up behind me”, I retorted, crossing my arms under my ample breasts trying to look annoyed at his assumption.
“ of course, anyway I’m sorry, I just wanted to say hi again and thank you once more for being really sweet, I know my boys were being a bit crude with the staring and such, but we have been at sea for a long time, you can’t blame them when such a beautiful lady is standing right there”, he explained in an almost gentlemanly manner which kind of surprised me ( not that I think all black men would talk like rappers).
“it’s ok, I’m used to it, I guess it was pretty harmless, but I appreciate the apology”, I replied feeling a lot more at ease after the initial surprise, “ so where are the rest of them now? Not getting into trouble I hope?”
He smiled and looked around the square while scratching the side of his cheek, “ I have no clue, we were talking to a group of girls just over there but I guess they bounced somewhere”.
“oh right, I see, trying to make the most of your shore leave huh?”, I teased tilting my hip to one side and giving him a knowing smirk.
He chuckled, the answer to my question written all over his grinning face, “ well like I said, we have been at sea for a long time”.
“ hey I understand, you don’t need to explain anything to me, Aussie girls are pretty fun, I’m sure you guys will have no trouble finding what you need”, I sarcastically replied, giving him a cheeky wink and making a motion to turn and leave.
“ Hey wait, don’t go”, he quickly said while reaching out to place a hand on my right shoulder, “ I would much rather find out how fun you are, to be honest”.
I turned my head to glare at his dark, strong hand on my shoulder, my body tensed up and a jolt of excitement filled my chest, my eyes diverted back to his, seeing the look of lust and hunger he had for me, I don’t know why I was about to give him what he wanted, maybe it was just the curiosity getting the best of me because he was black. I had found plenty of guys this attractive and had never decided to give it up so easily before, (I didn’t even know his name for god sake), I snickered to my self on the inside.
“ Alright, do you have someplace we can go?”, I said as casual as can be.
I watched as his eyes lit up like he had won the lottery before he started to study me more closely, maybe trying to see if I was just playing with him or not, “ are you really serious? your just teasing me right?”, he nervously chuckled out, that confidence he had just a moment ago fading away.
“ I’m not teasing you, I’m pretty stressed out after work, we can help each other out, and I’ve always been curious about being with a black guy”, I confessed before wondering where the hell my sudden courage to say what I just said came from.
“ dam girl, alright, its a deal, I can get us a hotel room if your down?”, he suggested, still with a bewildered look on his face as if he wasn’t quite believing what was happening just yet.
“ Sounds good to me, there’s a reasonably priced one close by, let’s go”, I said, still keeping my tone as casual as can be, like I did this sort of thing every day, “ oh do you have protection?”. I asked looking back over my shoulder as I started to lead the way.
“yeah I got it covered”, he spoke out like he had a frog in his throat.
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