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That First Spark
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This is a story that started way back when I was nineteen years old.
That’s when, I was working for the forest service, and saw my first Black cock.
It was quite by accident, that first time..but every time since then has been well planned out and on purpose!
I was working on a wilderness trail, out in the forest where no one was supposed to be, walked around a tree; and almost walked right into a big, 6’4”, 250lbs or so Black man in shorts and no shirt on.
We were both startled - as he was in the middle of peeing, and I didn’t know anyone else was on the trail!
We both gasped and apologized to each other.
It was very much an accident, and we were both overly apologetic...
But the image of him holding that impossibly long, thick, black cock and looking up at me were imbedded in my mind from that day on.
He got quite a picture, too!
Seeing how nobody was supposed to be in that area, I had stripped down to get some sun and was in my g-string and a cut off tee shirt that barely covered my breasts. My nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material, because I wasn't wearing a bra.
I’m sure I was a sight with my long, blond hair, nearly nude; and very athletic body, and long well-muscled legs. Not bragging, but growing up on a ranch kept me in good physical shape.
After we both regained our composure, we talked for a short while, and I tried not to look, but couldn’t help but notice his huge penis getting harder and thicker in his shorts while he talked to me.
I was a little nervous about the whole thing, until I realized that he was a really friendly guy. Funny and easy going, telling me about his family and how he had come to our area to see the beauty of the forest, on his way to see his dad in Canada, who was having health issues.
I shared that I was getting ready to go to college the next semester, and had decided to get this job because it allowed me to have time alone, and think about my future. Plus the job wasn't that hard and it allowed me time to lay out and get a tan, to look good for my boyfriend...
Nothing happened between us, but it stirred a lot of things in me.
While talking I realized there was an almost animal attraction to him, and from the look in his eyes; I think he felt it, too!
That night my boyfriend didn’t know what hit him!
When I shut out the lights and sucked his cock and gave myself to him enthusiastically, over and over...He thought he was quite the stud.
Truth is, all I could see in my mind was the big black man, and I was imagining myself kissing him, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him and spreading my legs to wrap them around his strong core...
I never saw the big black man again, and I have mixed feelings about that.
Even went back to that place on the trail where I saw him, thinking...maybe...he might come back there?
I am quite sure the experience of feeling his touch - which I was craving - would have changed my young life.
What if he had been a little more assertive out there on the trail? I’m not sure I could have resisted his advances - or if I would have tried to.
What if I had been a little more forward with him? What if I had been bold enough to ask him if I could feel his bulge through his shorts? What if I had just done it?!
A thousand scenarios have gone through my mind over the years...all of them make me wet, every time!
Even way back then I think I knew...I think I had an idea that deep down inside I was a submissive, who was just waiting for an opportunity to be naughty for the right man!
Right now, of course, I know exactly what would happen...
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Posted on : Sep 19, 2022
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