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All of this began about five, maybe seven, years ago. I was still in university at the time. I'd failed to get an ordinary student accommodation, so I instead I was living in a small apartment in a huge apartment building. One of those big concrete blocks put up shortly after the second World War when it had suddenly become necessary to house a lot of people very cheaply. The thing was a huge eyesore, but it's still standing because every city needs some place where a lot of people can live very cheaply.
As I lived on the sixth floor, I used the elevator quite regularly. So did the other people who lived there, obviously. One in particular had caught my eye shortly after I started living there. Her schedule and mine must have synced up in some way because we shared elevator rides quite often.
She was this gorgeous young Black woman, about my age. Bit on the chubby side, but that just meant she filled out the tight clothes she habitually wore absolutely gorgeously. She usually wore her hair in braids and always had about four or five colourful bangles on her right arm, though never any on her left. There was always a sparkle in her brown eyes and a slight tug at the edge of her broad mouth, as though there was something about the universe that constantly amused her ever so slightly.
I'll be honest - I wanted to have sex with her from the moment I first saw her. And not just because I was of an age where I wanted to have sex with every beautiful woman I happened to see. I like to flatter myself and think that something about the confident way she held herself, or her expression of perpetual mild amusement just struck a chord with me deep down, but I have to admit the way her voluptuous body seemed constantly ready to burst out of her tight clothes definitely helped. Every time we got on an elevator together, all of my blood rushed straight into my dick.
It wasn't long before we both figured out that we regularly rode the elevator together, and we recognised each other on sight. I wouldn't say we knew each other, though we started exchanging greetings along the lines of "Oh, hey" and "Hi".
Before the thing I'm about to tell you about happened, the longest conversation we'd had had taken place the previous winter and had gone as follows:
"Oh man, this weather, huh? Hate it."
"I'm pretty OK with the cold. But cold and rain? Urgh. No."
"Yeah, it's just absolutely the worst."
Anyway, the day when our tenuous acquaintance became a whole lot more intimate was a Saturday. I think I was going to get some groceries or something. I was kind of surprised to see my Black beauty leaning against the far wall of the elevator. We didn't usually run into each other during the weekends.
"Oh, hi."
She looked at me. A vague smile flashed across her face. "Hey."
Her eyes briefly flicked downwards and a smirk tugged at her lips. Because, yes, I was already getting hard and, yes, my erection was making a noticeable bulge in my pants. Look, she was breathtaking, OK?
I went to lean against the back as well, a bit away from her. She looked up at the numbers above the elevator doors lighting up one after the other, and I tried my very best not to think too hard about what her big brown breasts actually looked like underneath that tight shirt she wore.
So, pretty ordinary elevator ride, really. Until the damn thing lurched to an abrupt halt.
We both groaned at the same time, then glanced at one another and chuckled. Just a couple of people sharing the same mild, mundane annoyance.
"And it was doing so well these past few months," I remarked. "I really thought they'd fixed the thing."
"Ah, nothing ever really gets fixed around here," she said. "They just get patched up."
I sighed. "Wonder how long it'll take this time."
She looked me up and down, an uncharacteristically calculating look in her eyes. Then she smiled. "Long enough to have some fun maybe?"
I stared at her. I was already as hard as I was ever going to get, but the suggestive tone of her dark voice made my dick shudder as though it wanted to tear out of my pants right there and then.
"Uhm..."
"It's pretty hard not to notice the effect I seem to have on you and you're not too bad yourself, so... why not? How about it?"
Even though the only thing I really needed or wanted to say was some variation of 'yes', no words came out of my mouth. It was as though my mind could not comprehend that this beautiful woman was suggesting we actually have sex. Which was funny, because my mind was regularly preoccupied with thoughts about having sex with her.
She rolled her eyes at my dumbstruck expression, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, expertly managed to lift her bra up along the way. Her huge breasts flopped out, thick, round, slightly sagging, dark brown with firm nipples that were almost black. They were not nearly as perfectly shaped as my feverish imagination frequently made them, but they were real and they were here and I couldn't help staring at them.
"Like 'em?" she purred.
"Fuck yeah," I breathed.
She laughed. "Then here's what we're gonna do. You take off your pants, or I'll get dressed again."
Even though part of me was still struggling to get to grips with the situation, there was also some part of me that absolutely was not going to miss this chance no matter what. It'd be nice to say that I stripped out of my pants as easily as she lifted up her shirt and bra, but the truth is I fumbled frantically with the button and zipper much longer than I really should have. Still, I managed it, dropping my pants and boxers into a heap around my ankles. My companion hissed appreciatively when my achingly erect cock sprang free.
"Nice," she said.
It may not have been the most exuberant compliment ever, but she was still complimenting my, well, manhood, so I was totally going to take it.
She pulled her shirt and bra up over her head, taking them off completely rather than having a thick band of cloth around her shoulders, leaving her half-naked, the curves of her exposed upper body soft, inviting, and impossibly sexy. She tossed her clothes down on the floor in front of me as a makeshift cushion which she knelt on.
I swallowed hard, seeing her kneel in front of me, her soft lips so very close to my hard shaft.
"Been a while since I had a white dick," she mused. "I've kinda missed it."
I wanted to tell her that she was the first Black woman I'd ever been with, but didn't. Partly because I was struck nearly mute by the sight of her, but also because I was terrified of saying the wrong thing and spoiling the entire mood.
Instead I gasped when she wrapped her dark fingers around my pale shaft, a shiver of pleasure surging up my spine. She stroked me gently back and forth, her bangles jangling ever so slightly as she did so. I still remember exactly the ones she wore then - from the wrist down, the first two were wood, I think, one blue streaked with white, one brown with a pattern of black and red diamonds, then one gold - or at least gilded - one, and then another probably wooden one that was green set with a light green coloured stone.
Funny, the kind of details that stick in the mind even years later. But then, it was a pretty memorable occasion.
She held my cock firmly, stroking my all the way down to the base and all the way up to the purple tip. I was already breathing pretty heavily, and trying hard to keep it together. I had no idea what her intentions were - if she simply wanted to stroke me to completion or if this was just foreplay. But whatever it was, I wasn't going to cum that quickly. Even if I did want to ejaculate all over her face and see her brown skin dripping with my seed.
While she kept jacking my dick with her right hand, she cupped my testicles with her left and softly caressed them. My breath hitched in my throat at the unfamiliar - but definitely not unpleasant - touch, and I unconsciously thrust my hips forwards, closer to her.
"Been saving up a load for me?" she asked teasingly.
"Not... exactly..." I replied, struggling to get the words out between deep breaths.
"Oh? You have someone?" Her tone was light, as though the answer didn't really matter to her.
"No," I said. "You know..."
"Right, sure," she said. She looked up at me. Seeing her, on her knees, her hand wrapped around my shaft, looking up at me with her sparkling brown eyes made my dick throb with joy. "And do you think of me when you're taking care of yourself?"
"Oh, yeah," I replied. Of course that's what I was going to say anyway, but as it happened it was also very true.
She smiled, her teeth radiant white. "Good."
She stopped stroking me, but only so she could lean in and let her pink tongue drag all across the underside of my dick. I groaned with lust when I felt that wet warmth caress my manhood and I scrabbled against the elevator wall.
Her sharp tip of her tongue flicked against the tip of my cock. "And? Does the reality live up to the fantasy?"
"You kiddin' me? Fantasy doesn't stand a chance against the real you."
She smiled at that, but only briefly. Because she was soon kissing my head with her full lips, letting her tongue slip out to lick at that sensitive purple skin. I tried to keep my breath under control, but it was a losing battle. Especially when she wrapped her brown lips around my white shaft and lowered her head all the way down my cock.
I moaned when my dick disappeared into her mouth. She took my length easily, without a hint of gagging. The result of a lot enthusiastic experience, as I would learn later. She put her hands on my hips - whether to steady me or herself, I don't know - while her lips slid down my shaft and her tongue caressed my hard flesh.
Pleasure glowed through my body, radiating from the intense heat filling up my shaft all through the rest of me. Every second my dick was in my Black beauty's mouth the heat became stronger, brighter. It filled up my lungs with its lust, obscured all thoughts that didn't revolve around her, her lips, her mouth, her tongue lavishing my cock with her wanton attention. I let my pleasure consume me, because, really, what else was I going to do? I hadn't felt this good in a long, long time. Perhaps ever.
She sucked my dick good and hard, head bobbing back and forth along my shaft. Her soft lips made my body hum with arousal, while her wicked tongue twisting all over my cock only intensified my pleasure. It was astonishing how good she was, and I found myself groaning and grunting while her skilled mouth kept working my manhood.
Her moans were understandably muffled with my cock filling up her mouth, but moan she did. I could feel the erotic noise humming across my shaft, almost as real as her lips or her tongue. I have no idea what about me turned her on so much it made her moan with lust while she gave me a blowjob, but I'm grateful it did. Knowing that she enjoyed sucking me off so much put that extra special little edge on my pleasure. I still don't know how I didn't come the moment I first heard her moan against my manhood.
Once or twice, she had to let my cock fall out of her mouth just so she could take a few deep breaths. A messy mixture of her saliva and my precum oozed down her chin whenever she did so, a few drops landing on her impressive breasts. But even though she sometimes had to stop sucking me off, she never had to stop pleasuring me. Every time her lips left my shaft, her right hand gripped my saliva-slick shaft and stroked me hard until she had her breath back and she could resume pleasing me with her mouth.
Eventually, she stimulated my body so much my pleasure had become an unbearable blaze. The solar heat raged all through me, setting every screaming inch of me on fire. Though nowhere was the fire so intense as along my shaft, where her eager brown lips worked hard to pleasure me still more. I was aware - vaguely - that I had begun bucking my hips against her face. I didn't move intentionally, certainly not in rhythm with her bobbing head. More out of wild, animalistic lust that, in the end, didn't amount to much.
No, she, down on her knees before me, pleasing my white dick with her brown lips, was entirely in control. Though I didn't think of it like that in the moment. I wasn't thinking of anything much other than than the pleasured blaze roaring through me. About how I was being torn between the need to come and the need to feel her mouth on my cock for as long as possible.
I still wonder if she had a perfect read on my body, or if she just got lucky. When I wasn't holding it together any longer, when I was groaning with an overpowering pleasure, she once again slid her lips all way down my shaft, taking my manhood fully into her mouth. At that exact moment, when my full length was inside her wet warmth, is when I finally came.
I groaned, mindlessly thrust my hips forward, felt my dick throb, my pleasure exploding from the base of my shaft and into her mouth, flooding it with my seed. And as my cock spilled my cum into her mouth with every shudder of my climax, the pleasure that had raged through the rest of my body turned, instead, to soaring, lifting me up into orgasmic bliss.
I stood there, gasping and grunting, trembling with as intense an orgasm as I'd never had before, shooting load after load of my cum down my Black beauty's throat. And while I was coating her tongue with my seed, she kept working my shaft, soft lips gliding all along its messy, sticky length, even though she really didn't need to. My orgasm was already as powerful as it was going to get. Not that I didn't appreciate her continued effort at pleasing. Afterwards, anyway. I'm not sure I was really aware of it in the moment.
But even though my orgasm - even though she made me feel like I was soaring on wings of erotic bliss, eventually I would have to return to myself. My body felt heavier somehow as my climax faded, though my skin still buzzed with joy. My companion's head bobbed along my shaft a few more times, seemingly eager to suck a few more drops of cum from my cock.
Finally, she let go of my manhood and stood up. I looked at her in amazement, a half-naked fertility Goddess. She'd somehow managed to swallow almost my entire load, though some unidentifiable fluids trickled down her chin.
"That was fun," she said, taking a paper handkerchief from her purse and cleaning up her bountiful breasts and chin.
"Fun?" I gasped. "That was amazing."
She smiled at me. "I'm glad you think so."
The elevator shuddered and started moving again, dropping a sick feeling into my stomach.
"Ah, and right on time," she said, as she fitted her bra back on.
I disagreed, but didn't say so. I wouldn't have minded if the elevator had stayed stuck a while longer. Long enough, at least, for me to eat her pussy. Instead I just pulled my pants back on.
I stood in silence, uncertain of what to say. We might have got real close while the elevator had stopped moving and we'd been stuck and isolated, but now it was on the move again and we were back in normal reality. Was the situation still the same?
"You want me to wear a skirt next time?" she asked.
I blinked. "Sorry?"
She grinned mischievously at me. "You know, for ease of access next time we have sex."
"Oh," I said. "Yeah, no, that sounds like a great idea."
"Right," she said. "It's settled then."
We didn't say anything else during the rest of the elevator ride down. Even though we probably should have exchanged at least a few more words. There were a couple of things that, in hindsight, ought to have been said.
But as it happened, we had sex three more times before we learned each other's names.