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It was one time, just once, and yet it remains in my mind even today 3 years later as the most guilt ridden yet exciting experience of my life. I am a married woman in my late 40’s; I never have felt that attractive and candidly would describe myself as a “Plain Jane. I am not saying I am Frankenstein’s monster either (laugh) just an average married somewhat overweight woman with two kids and a 20 year relatively happy marriage.
The company I worked for at that time had a trade show in Las Vegas and I was asked to go to help work their booth. I am not an outgoing person and my role was more of coordination and handing the sales people things at the booth to record their leads or marketing items. I was not included in several of their dinner meetings but was provided a nice room at the Mandalay Bay where the conference hall was also located.
The last day of the conference the booth and convention hall was shut down at 4 pm. Once the booth was packed and paper work given for it to be shipped back to the company I was on my own. Two of our sales people had flights back that night but I hate red-eye type flights and my room was still paid for until the next day so I was basically on my own. I didn’t really know what to do with myself but the nice thing about Las Vegas is they are use to many people (probably mainly men or gamblers) being on their own so the restaurants know how to make you feel comfortable even when alone.
I had a nice dinner and with a glass of wine or two and then figured I would go and play the penny slots to keep myself entertained. If case you don’t know, penny slots don’t mean you just play a penny but I got on a hot machine that kept me going for a long time. Next to me was a well dressed black man and his machine seemed to be doing pretty good too. So it wasn’t long that we were chatting while each still playing our own machines. The chit-chat lasted a good hour or more. He told me about himself and visa-versa. He was there for some other meetings. When the cocktail waitresses would come around he would order us both drinks and introduced me to something called a French Martini which did have me feeling light headed after the second one combined with the wine I had earlier (or maybe I am just using that as my excuse). At some point I started to lose on the slot and was getting down but David (as by now we had moved beyond introductions) told me that I should keep playing because the rhythm of the machine told him it would pay. Not five minutes later, boom, it hit for $1,000. I shouted and clapped and David and I did the fist bump like two partners. “Come on, I’ll pay” David said “let’s go get a celebratory drink at one of the Mandalay’s clubs as I am up too.” I actually wanted to play more but David convinced me to stop so I could keep my winnings and once we got up I was glad he did. David told me there was a fancy bar at the very top of the Mandalay Bay and we took an elevator to the top. It was somewhat dark and you could view the Las Vegas strip night and all the lights for miles. He ordered some type of exotic drinks and we sat there sipping and talking now like two old friends. My winnings, the drinks, the end of the conference all were in favor of me feeling very relaxed and happy. I will add that David was charming, very good looking, and at times was flattering me with comments about my attractiveness or my sweet personality. I knew he was flirting with me but I was more surprised to find myself flirting back. I could feel the warmth of my body and feeling flushed at times. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me either. I am not sure I can adequately explain how nothing like this ever happened for me such as sitting with this relative stranger and being as bold as I was. I had always heard the rumors about black men and felt myself wet below. It was like some type of awakening sexually as I hadn’t felt as turned on as I was perhaps since my teenage years. I kept imagining as I looked at him this big instrument in his pants like I had seen on a few porn videos that my husband and I might have watched in the past.
We finished our drinks and David again said, “Come with me I want to show you another view of the Strip.” He got up and held his hand out and I got up and placed my hand into his. We walked like that to the elevator and I had this sense of pride feeling like some of the people in that lounge were watching me, this average woman walking with this tall handsome black man. We stopped at his floor and without staying much we continued hand in hand to the door of his room. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was thinking this is stupid, but I also wanted it to happen there is no lie I can tell myself otherwise. But I was scared too.
Once inside, David walked to this big double window opening the curtains to an awesome view of the Las Vegas Strip. “Look at that” he laughed, “all those who have lost their dough and you are a winner.” He turned to me and without a word took me in his arms pulling me close and kissing me. I guess this will sound racist but I had never kissed a black man nor even in my wildest dreams ever considered something like this happening with anyone. Did I think about my husband and children and how I was betraying them? Maybe, but really my mind was more in the moment and just feeling like I was about to have an experience not planned but most desired. I lived a very normal and perhaps mundane life and now with my heart racing mixed with some anxiety and fear I didn’t stop it. I was like in a movie watching myself but knew it was me as the main character and this was real. But, my having had quite a few drinks also had me not feel too much inhibition and ultimately this felt like a once in a lifetime experience that I deserved.
Like a movie, it felt like I was on fire as we quickly began undressing one another. But, David was almost tearing my clothes and so I stepped back to remove them myself. David with a big smile on his face kicked off his shoes, quickly dropped his pants, and pulled down his underwear. Oh my god, I blurted you are like 3 times the size of my husband. I got scared. This was such a long big penis swinging like a pendulum. I couldn’t believe it was real. I had anticipated he might be well-endowed given his build and being black. However, in reality of the moment seeing a penis hanging kind of out and down so long was so startling and breath taking. I am pretty sure I also was experiencing at the same time both fear and intense excitement. “I don’t know” I kind of softly said. The truth was I didn’t. This was like a penis out of some imaginary story. I don’t know why my mind wondered to this image but it reminded me of a bread stick at Olive Garden (although dark) and that thought did cause me to nervously chuckle. David smiled proudly but I think quickly realized my hesitation. Quite frankly I had no idea a penis could grow so large like his, it was so long that I couldn’t imagine how any woman could fully accommodate something of this length. Plus, he was not circumcised which was something else I wasn’t use to in appearance. I didn’t know what to do but our being naked pretty much made it a situation that I knew was no turning back either. I must admit that seeing such a massive manhood had me
The company I worked for at that time had a trade show in Las Vegas and I was asked to go to help work their booth. I am not an outgoing person and my role was more of coordination and handing the sales people things at the booth to record their leads or marketing items. I was not included in several of their dinner meetings but was provided a nice room at the Mandalay Bay where the conference hall was also located.
The last day of the conference the booth and convention hall was shut down at 4 pm. Once the booth was packed and paper work given for it to be shipped back to the company I was on my own. Two of our sales people had flights back that night but I hate red-eye type flights and my room was still paid for until the next day so I was basically on my own. I didn’t really know what to do with myself but the nice thing about Las Vegas is they are use to many people (probably mainly men or gamblers) being on their own so the restaurants know how to make you feel comfortable even when alone.
I had a nice dinner and with a glass of wine or two and then figured I would go and play the penny slots to keep myself entertained. If case you don’t know, penny slots don’t mean you just play a penny but I got on a hot machine that kept me going for a long time. Next to me was a well dressed black man and his machine seemed to be doing pretty good too. So it wasn’t long that we were chatting while each still playing our own machines. The chit-chat lasted a good hour or more. He told me about himself and visa-versa. He was there for some other meetings. When the cocktail waitresses would come around he would order us both drinks and introduced me to something called a French Martini which did have me feeling light headed after the second one combined with the wine I had earlier (or maybe I am just using that as my excuse). At some point I started to lose on the slot and was getting down but David (as by now we had moved beyond introductions) told me that I should keep playing because the rhythm of the machine told him it would pay. Not five minutes later, boom, it hit for $1,000. I shouted and clapped and David and I did the fist bump like two partners. “Come on, I’ll pay” David said “let’s go get a celebratory drink at one of the Mandalay’s clubs as I am up too.” I actually wanted to play more but David convinced me to stop so I could keep my winnings and once we got up I was glad he did. David told me there was a fancy bar at the very top of the Mandalay Bay and we took an elevator to the top. It was somewhat dark and you could view the Las Vegas strip night and all the lights for miles. He ordered some type of exotic drinks and we sat there sipping and talking now like two old friends. My winnings, the drinks, the end of the conference all were in favor of me feeling very relaxed and happy. I will add that David was charming, very good looking, and at times was flattering me with comments about my attractiveness or my sweet personality. I knew he was flirting with me but I was more surprised to find myself flirting back. I could feel the warmth of my body and feeling flushed at times. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me either. I am not sure I can adequately explain how nothing like this ever happened for me such as sitting with this relative stranger and being as bold as I was. I had always heard the rumors about black men and felt myself wet below. It was like some type of awakening sexually as I hadn’t felt as turned on as I was perhaps since my teenage years. I kept imagining as I looked at him this big instrument in his pants like I had seen on a few porn videos that my husband and I might have watched in the past.
We finished our drinks and David again said, “Come with me I want to show you another view of the Strip.” He got up and held his hand out and I got up and placed my hand into his. We walked like that to the elevator and I had this sense of pride feeling like some of the people in that lounge were watching me, this average woman walking with this tall handsome black man. We stopped at his floor and without staying much we continued hand in hand to the door of his room. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was thinking this is stupid, but I also wanted it to happen there is no lie I can tell myself otherwise. But I was scared too.
Once inside, David walked to this big double window opening the curtains to an awesome view of the Las Vegas Strip. “Look at that” he laughed, “all those who have lost their dough and you are a winner.” He turned to me and without a word took me in his arms pulling me close and kissing me. I guess this will sound racist but I had never kissed a black man nor even in my wildest dreams ever considered something like this happening with anyone. Did I think about my husband and children and how I was betraying them? Maybe, but really my mind was more in the moment and just feeling like I was about to have an experience not planned but most desired. I lived a very normal and perhaps mundane life and now with my heart racing mixed with some anxiety and fear I didn’t stop it. I was like in a movie watching myself but knew it was me as the main character and this was real. But, my having had quite a few drinks also had me not feel too much inhibition and ultimately this felt like a once in a lifetime experience that I deserved.
Like a movie, it felt like I was on fire as we quickly began undressing one another. But, David was almost tearing my clothes and so I stepped back to remove them myself. David with a big smile on his face kicked off his shoes, quickly dropped his pants, and pulled down his underwear. Oh my god, I blurted you are like 3 times the size of my husband. I got scared. This was such a long big penis swinging like a pendulum. I couldn’t believe it was real. I had anticipated he might be well-endowed given his build and being black. However, in reality of the moment seeing a penis hanging kind of out and down so long was so startling and breath taking. I am pretty sure I also was experiencing at the same time both fear and intense excitement. “I don’t know” I kind of softly said. The truth was I didn’t. This was like a penis out of some imaginary story. I don’t know why my mind wondered to this image but it reminded me of a bread stick at Olive Garden (although dark) and that thought did cause me to nervously chuckle. David smiled proudly but I think quickly realized my hesitation. Quite frankly I had no idea a penis could grow so large like his, it was so long that I couldn’t imagine how any woman could fully accommodate something of this length. Plus, he was not circumcised which was something else I wasn’t use to in appearance. I didn’t know what to do but our being naked pretty much made it a situation that I knew was no turning back either. I must admit that seeing such a massive manhood had me