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I marveled at her perfect body lying on the bed in front of me, her dark skin was as smooth as silk and her tits, although not huge, were large enough and her areolas were as dark as the night sky. The hair between her legs was thick and curly and yet I could clearly see her labia, a dark rose color, glistening with her arousal.
I crawled onto the bed, the springs making a racket that would wake the dead, but I didn’t care. I crawled between her legs and felt her spread them wide for me to get into position to mate with her the very first time. Amanda was from France, her accent so thick that at times I had trouble understanding her words. Yet there was no mistaking the fact that she was totally accepting in having this middle aged white guy between her legs.
I put my hand on either side of her arms and arched my back, my cock slipped along her slick slit and bumped her clit and she moaned, her dark eyes stared into mine and I knew that look of wanton desire. Our love for each other was forbidden in 1942, the world had not progressed to the point that a white man from Indiana could have a black girlfriend regardless if she was a woman from France or any other place in the world.
I slipped inside her and felt my cock slide along that smooth tight pussy and she moaned, a moan that came from deep inside her as if my cock was pushing the air up through her lungs. “Do it Ralph,” she said with that accent that made me feel so sophisticated, “Put that thing inside of me and give me the pleasure that only a man can give.
I bent and sucked her dark nipples, they were erect, but hardened more from my lips sucking on them as I thrust into her. All the stereotypes of black men and the size of their manhood had given me reservations that I could bring her pleasure. She had assured me that “not every black man is hung like a pony,” and as she moved under me and continued to moan with pleasure I lost any insecurity I felt and began to pump my cock into her in a steady rhythm.
“O fuck yes,” she cooed, “you know what a woman wants,” and I felt her legs wrap around my back and pull me deep inside her. She rocked her hips grinding against me and then stopped and shuddered. I felt her pussy clamp down tightly around my cock as she pulled me down and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. It was our first and the intimacy overwhelmed me and I felt my cock jerk and knew I would not be able to pull out of her before I exploded.
Her orgasm faded at the moment my cock erupted, sending my seed deep inside her. Any fear of pregnancy had no chance in forming in my brain, this moment between us had been a long time coming and regardless of the consequences I unloaded my hot spunk inside of her. I collapsed on top of her, holding most of my weight off her with my elbows.
I felt her legs relax and fall off of my back and my cock slipped out of her. Her patch of hair was so soft as I slid off her leaving a long trail of white cum tangled in her bush. Her labia was spread wide, like the wings of a butterly and my seed was sliding out of her leaving a pearly white trail where my cock had been.
I rolled off of her, again the springs of the bed making noise that no one else in the cheap hotel would care about. I rolled onto my side and cuddled close to her, cupping her breasts, her nipples still hard from her arousal. “You know I wasn’t wearing a rubber,” I said as I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I felt her shiver from the pleasure of my mindless playing with her tits.
“I know you weren’t,” Amanda said, “I hope you didn’t plant a little white baby inside of me,” she said and then giggled.
“Would that be so bad?” I asked as if I was a total dumb ass knowing that the world would shun both of us and any offspring of ours.
“Yes it would be bad,” she said as she turned to face me and raising a leg over mine. I could feel the wet hair of her pussy against my cock and balls. And I could feel the heat of her pussy, undiminished after bringing her to orgasm. “But you mustn’t worry,” Amanda said, “I can’t conceive a c***d, I had an abortion in France and the woman had no idea what she was doing, it nearly killed me.”
“I didn’t know,” I said and looked into her eyes wondering it this saddened her.
“Que Sera Sera,” she said and then added, “or as you Yanks say, whatever will be, will be. Life is not always fair and I accept whatever it brings me.”
I noticed her take a long slow blink, and then another, it appeared that sleep would overtake her. Her leg relaxed and slid off of mine and she began a slow rhythmic breathing and I knew she had dozed off. I kissed her lips softly and felt them move as if trying to respond, but knew she needed sleep as did I.
I pulled the blanket over us, the room was chilly and the fact that it was little more than a flop house I had no illusion that the radiator near the window would in any way spring to life to warm us. My mind floated back over the last few hours as I lay in the darkness with this beautiful French woman.
“What’s you pleasure Sweetie,” the waitress said as she slid a glass of water across the lunch counter, “we have a good hot beef if you like that sort of thing.” Her name tag on the uniform told me her name was Mandy.
“Well Mandy I was just going to have coffee but your offer for the hot beef interests me, I’ll have that. I said tucking my “Cunt cap” in my belt. I smiled as I thought of that name for the Army hat, one of those silly scraps of cloth that because of its shape had a disgusting name instead of calling it by its official name of a side cap.
“I prefer Amanda,” she said, “the owner thought Mandy sound more fitting. I don’t think he could spell the full name,” she smiled and chuckled. “Are you on furlough?” Amanda asked as she handed me a mug of coffee and slid the cream and sugar my way.
“Don’t need those,” I said, “I like my coffee like my women….” And I stopped in mid sentence, the vulgar army slang for the cap also flooded my brain with other lines, such as “I like my coffee like my women, hot and black.”
Amanda smiled, “You yanks are so afraid of saying something that offends, Que Sera Sera,” she said and walked towards the window between the kitchen and the lunch counter. A grumpy fat man in the window shouted, “Order up Mandy, be quick about it if you want to keep your job,” he snorted.
Amanda brought my order over and placed the plate in front of me as if I was in some fancy restaurant, turning it just so and smiling, “Sho nuff masta,” she said in a strong French accept mocking the stereotypical response one would not expect from a black woman in this country’s history.
“That man is insufferable,” she said under her breath, “I have met his kind before, it doesn’t matter to me what he thinks of me, he is a bore,” she said and moved down the counter to help a young couple that had just set down near the end of the counter.
Amanda returned my way and pulled out two pieces of pie and served it to the couple along with coffee. As she passed back my way I said, “Yes I am on furlough.”
“I thought so,” she said, “I had to leave France in 1939, it was not safe there for a black woman, now the whole world is in war and none of us are safe.”
“Mandy, get your ass down here,” the grumpy cook said, “I swear you are the laziest girl I have ever seen.” I couldn’t hear much else but a few minutes later Amanda pulled off her apron and threw it in the window saying, “you can have your fucking job,” and stormed out of the lunch room.
I threw a buck on the counter and followed her out, she was standing under the awning of the shoe repair place next door as the rain drummed on the awning. I ducked under it with her and asked, “are you okay?”
“Yes Sweetie,” she said as she turned back towards me. I couldn’t tell if her face was wet from the rain or tears, “I don’t take crap off any man,” she said and brushed her eyes with a handkerchief. “I was looking for a job when I found this one,” she finished without telling me what was said between them.
“Should I go talk to him?” I asked, “he is a real ass hole.”
“Don’t bother,” she said, “I have a week left on my room rent, I should be able to find another job by then, the war has made finding work easier. Most people don’t care about skin color, they just want good help.”
The rain was easing up a bit but the wind made it seem so cold and I wasn’t sure where I’d end up that night as I had been dropped off by the bus with a group of guys and they all s**ttered, most probably drunk on the ass by now.
“What’s you name soldier?” she asked with that warm smile from before.
“Ralph,” I replied and smiled at her.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” I asked stepping closer to her. I could smell her perfume, it reminded me of my mother’s lilac bushes in the spring, a sweet floral scent that made me miss home. “Is that lilac I smell on you?” I asked.
“Yes, a bit sweet but it helps cover up the smell from that greasy spoon lunch room,” she said with a grin and said, “I’d love a cup of coffee or a drink, just not in that place,” and she giggled knowing that neither of us would go back in. “I am afraid you didn’t get your money’s worth for your meal.” She said.
“I’m not worried about that,” I replied pulling out a cigarette offering her one, “Oh yes Ralph,” she said pulling one from the pack. Her fingers were long and slender and were in stark contrast to the pure white cigarette. I lit it for her and the end of the cigarette glowed red in the dim light of early evening. She inhaled and the white smoke circled about her head as she enjoyed that first puff from the unfiltered cigarette.
We walked down the street but several feet apart, I knew that in even in the Midwest that a white man walking with a black woman could turn into trouble for both so made it look more like two strangers sharing the sidewalk. We entered a small club that advertised “Live Jazz” and I was shocked to find myself in a room filled with black couples and a jazz trio on the stage playing music.
“You will be just fine in here with me,” Amanda said as we took the last two chairs at a small round table and a very tall thin black woman smiled at Amanda and spoke to her in French. Amanda replied, grinned, and patted my hand. Her soft hands lingered on the back of my hand and I felt something I was not expecting a tenderness and almost a sensual touch.
The woman left and Amanda turned to me and said, “she is a friend, we met on the ship when we came from France. She wanted to know if you were my new lover.” Amanda looked intently at me and it made me wonder if she was looking for a hint of my reaction to what she said.
“So what did you tell her?” I asked and watched her facial expression.
“I told her that you were a very brave soldier that was going to make the world safe for us.” Mindy replied and rubbed her fingers over the back of my hand again. I felt that same rush as I had before and I couldn’t explain why her simple touch was affecting me the way it was.
“Was that feeling because it was taboo for us to be together?” I wondered, “or is it because she was arousing me?”
Amanda’s friend brought us a couple drinks and then a couple more, and before I knew it I was wasted. “Are you okay?” Amanda asked as I slumped to the side. My head was swimming with the alcohol yet I thought I was in perfect control. Obviously I wasn’t.
I woke in a small room with a neon sign glaring and filling the room with a red glow. It blinked and buzzed and my head was pounding from too much to drink. I tried to raise my head and I looked around. It was a single room with a bed in one corner, the small couch I was laying on, a couple chairs at a table and a hot plate and a wall hung sink in the opposite corner.
I sat up on the couch and looked at the bed, there was the figure of a woman lying partially covered with a sheet. “What the fuck?” I thought as I tried to clear my head. The only light in the room was the glare of the sign and I looked at the bed again and a recollection popped into my head. There was a naked black woman lying on the bed, the name Amanda stuck in my head.
I stood up and my head was spinning like I was on a wild carnival ride. I took a step towards the woman who moved, rolling onto her back. Her breasts were in clear view, the first time I’d ever seen a naked black woman in person. “Hell,” I thought, “it was the first half naked woman I had seen in months.” My cock, despite my hangover, sprang to life and bulged against my trousers.
I took another step towards the sleeping woman, her breasts were well defined and despite the fact that she was lying in bed they did not sag or fall to the side. Her areolas were very large, they covered the entire end of her tits and her nipples stood proud like brown nuts. I hesitated, I wanted to reach out and caress those beautiful nubs, to feel the rubbery nipples of a woman I met briefly before getting blind ass drunk.
I walked to the window and discovered we were in a cheap hotel and I recognized the street we were on, we were just a block from the little club we had stopped at. I wondered how I got here. I turned back to the couch, my Eisenhower jacket was lying across the back of the couch, neatly folded to protect my army uniform. I fished in the pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and moved back to the window, my arousal over Amanda’s tits pointed the way.
I lit the cigarette and took a long slow puff and immediately coughed that knaggy smoker’s cough and I heard a sweet voice, “got one of those for me Ralph?” I turned to see Amanda setting up in the bed with the sheet across her shoulder covering her bare tits but showing me her bare legs.
I gave her the cigarette I had just lit and lit another for myself. “I am sorry for being a problem,” I said after taking a long drag on the cigarette. “I haven’t had a drop of alcohol is the 3 months since I enlisted in the army, I guess it went straight to my head.
“You were a perfect gentleman,” Amanda said as she stood letting the sheet fall exposing her shapely body to my full view. She was tall, well tall for a woman, I would guess 5’ 8” and thin, not more than 130 pounds. Her legs were slender but perfectly shaped and she had a thick bush that provided her a bit of natural modesty.
She turned and put a foot in a slipper, her ass was beautiful, a perfect bubble shaped ass with sharp definition that is the dream of any man. She put her foot in the other slipper and turned back to me. “I hope you aren’t going to be sick,” she said, “the bathroom is down the hall.”
“No,” I said, “I will be okay, I should get out of here so you can get some sleep.”
“Where are you staying?” she asked as she walked towards me, her hips swaying seductively as the neon sign filled the room with a red glow. It was as if she was in slow motion and I wanted to push her onto the bed and fuck her brains out.
“I need to find a room, I will be in town a couple days and then I think we’ll ship out. They won’t tell us when, where, or how, all hush hush you now.” I said and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the table.
Amanda took another step and was standing in front of me, “It is about 3:00 AM, I would suggest that we do something with this,” she said running her hand up and down my cock, “if you leave with this showing you could end up arrested.” Amanda rubbed up and down a couple times and then using both hands unbuckled my belt and slid the zipped down. I did nothing to stop her.
My pants fell to my ankles and she quickly slipped my boxers down and I was standing in front of her with a cock that bobbed up and down with each beat of my heart. The lust in my heart was beyond normal arousal, I wanted this woman and it was apparent that she wanted me. I stepped out of my clothes, pulled off my shirt and my hands went to her tits. They were firm, yet soft, I loved feeling the weight of them and her nipples were driving me wild as my palms rubbed over them.
Her hand went around my cock and stroked me softly. “I am probably not as big there are you are used to,” I said knowing it was stupid, but I was apprehensive as we all knew about black men and their endowment. “Not all black men are hung like a pony Ralph, I think you will do just fine,” and she dropped to her knees and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Her lips were full and soft and they closed around my cock, her tongue circling around it, and I felt the urge to thrust into her mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other and I placed my hands on the sides of her head. She looked up at me, her dark face nearly hidden in the darkness. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she sucked my cock all the way into her mouth.
I groaned, “Oh, if you keep that up I will be done in a few seconds,” I said.
Amanda pulled off making a popping sound as my cock bobbed in front of her face. She stood without saying a word and retreated to the bed, lying on her back. The sign buzzed again and blinked several times filling the room with a strange brightness, everything in the room looked red and then dimmed again.
I hesitated, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw her lying on the bed waiting for me. At this moment there was no black, no white, and there was nothing taboo, I faced an unsure future with WWII in full force and my departure for Europe or the South Pacific just a few weeks ahead of me. This moment, in a cheap flea bag hotel was about a moment of intimacy with a woman that for whatever reason wanted me and I wanted her.
I marveled at her perfect body lying on the bed in front of me, her dark skin was as smooth as silk and her tits, although not huge, were large enough and her areolas were as dark as the night sky. The hair between her legs was thick and curly and yet I could clearly see her labia, a dark rose color, glistening with her arousal.
I crawled onto the bed, the springs making a racket that would wake the dead, but I didn’t care. I crawled between her legs and felt her spread them wide for me to get into position to mate with her the very first time. Amanda was from France, her accent so thick that at times I had trouble understanding her words. Yet there was no mistaking the fact that she was totally accepting in having this middle aged white guy between her legs.
I put my hand on either side of her arms and arched my back, my cock slipped along her slick slit and bumped her clit and she moaned, her dark eyes stared into mine and I knew that look of wanton desire. Our love for each other was forbidden in 1942, the world had not progressed to the point that a white man from Indiana could have a black girlfriend regardless if she was a woman from France or any other place in the world.
I slipped inside her and felt my cock slide along that smooth tight pussy and she moaned, a moan that came from deep inside her as if my cock was pushing the air up through her lungs. “Do it Ralph,” she said with that accent that made me feel so sophisticated, “Put that thing inside of me and give me the pleasure that only a man can give.
I bent and sucked her dark nipples, they were erect, but hardened more from my lips sucking on them as I thrust into her. All the stereotypes of black men and the size of their manhood had given me reservations that I could bring her pleasure. She had assured me that “not every black man is hung like a pony,” and as she moved under me and continued to moan with pleasure I lost any insecurity I felt and began to pump my cock into her in a steady rhythm.
“O fuck yes,” she cooed, “you know what a woman wants,” and I felt her legs wrap around my back and pull me deep inside her. She rocked her hips grinding against me and then stopped and shuddered. I felt her pussy clamp down tightly around my cock as she pulled me down and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. It was our first and the intimacy overwhelmed me and I felt my cock jerk and knew I would not be able to pull out of her before I exploded.
Her orgasm faded at the moment my cock erupted, sending my seed deep inside her. Any fear of pregnancy had no chance in forming in my brain, this moment between us had been a long time coming and regardless of the consequences I unloaded my hot spunk inside of her. I collapsed on top of her, holding most of my weight off her with my elbows.
I felt her legs relax and fall off of my back and my cock slipped out of her. Her patch of hair was so soft as I slid off her leaving a long trail of white cum tangled in her bush. Her labia was spread wide, like the wings of a butterly and my seed was sliding out of her leaving a pearly white trail where my cock had been.
I rolled off of her, again the springs of the bed making noise that no one else in the cheap hotel would care about. I rolled onto my side and cuddled close to her, cupping her breasts, her nipples still hard from her arousal. “You know I wasn’t wearing a rubber,” I said as I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I felt her shiver from the pleasure of my mindless playing with her tits.
“I know you weren’t,” Amanda said, “I hope you didn’t plant a little white baby inside of me,” she said and then giggled.
“Would that be so bad?” I asked as if I was a total dumb ass knowing that the world would shun both of us and any offspring of ours.
“Yes it would be bad,” she said as she turned to face me and raising a leg over mine. I could feel the wet hair of her pussy against my cock and balls. And I could feel the heat of her pussy, undiminished after bringing her to orgasm. “But you mustn’t worry,” Amanda said, “I can’t conceive a c***d, I had an abortion in France and the woman had no idea what she was doing, it nearly killed me.”
“I didn’t know,” I said and looked into her eyes wondering it this saddened her.
“Que Sera Sera,” she said and then added, “or as you Yanks say, whatever will be, will be. Life is not always fair and I accept whatever it brings me.”
I noticed her take a long slow blink, and then another, it appeared that sleep would overtake her. Her leg relaxed and slid off of mine and she began a slow rhythmic breathing and I knew she had dozed off. I kissed her lips softly and felt them move as if trying to respond, but knew she needed sleep as did I.
I pulled the blanket over us, the room was chilly and the fact that it was little more than a flop house I had no illusion that the radiator near the window would in any way spring to life to warm us. My mind floated back over the last few hours as I lay in the darkness with this beautiful French woman.
“What’s you pleasure Sweetie,” the waitress said as she slid a glass of water across the lunch counter, “we have a good hot beef if you like that sort of thing.” Her name tag on the uniform told me her name was Mandy.
“Well Mandy I was just going to have coffee but your offer for the hot beef interests me, I’ll have that. I said tucking my “Cunt cap” in my belt. I smiled as I thought of that name for the Army hat, one of those silly scraps of cloth that because of its shape had a disgusting name instead of calling it by its official name of a side cap.
“I prefer Amanda,” she said, “the owner thought Mandy sound more fitting. I don’t think he could spell the full name,” she smiled and chuckled. “Are you on furlough?” Amanda asked as she handed me a mug of coffee and slid the cream and sugar my way.
“Don’t need those,” I said, “I like my coffee like my women….” And I stopped in mid sentence, the vulgar army slang for the cap also flooded my brain with other lines, such as “I like my coffee like my women, hot and black.”
Amanda smiled, “You yanks are so afraid of saying something that offends, Que Sera Sera,” she said and walked towards the window between the kitchen and the lunch counter. A grumpy fat man in the window shouted, “Order up Mandy, be quick about it if you want to keep your job,” he snorted.
Amanda brought my order over and placed the plate in front of me as if I was in some fancy restaurant, turning it just so and smiling, “Sho nuff masta,” she said in a strong French accept mocking the stereotypical response one would not expect from a black woman in this country’s history.
“That man is insufferable,” she said under her breath, “I have met his kind before, it doesn’t matter to me what he thinks of me, he is a bore,” she said and moved down the counter to help a young couple that had just set down near the end of the counter.
Amanda returned my way and pulled out two pieces of pie and served it to the couple along with coffee. As she passed back my way I said, “Yes I am on furlough.”
“I thought so,” she said, “I had to leave France in 1939, it was not safe there for a black woman, now the whole world is in war and none of us are safe.”
“Mandy, get your ass down here,” the grumpy cook said, “I swear you are the laziest girl I have ever seen.” I couldn’t hear much else but a few minutes later Amanda pulled off her apron and threw it in the window saying, “you can have your fucking job,” and stormed out of the lunch room.
I threw a buck on the counter and followed her out, she was standing under the awning of the shoe repair place next door as the rain drummed on the awning. I ducked under it with her and asked, “are you okay?”
“Yes Sweetie,” she said as she turned back towards me. I couldn’t tell if her face was wet from the rain or tears, “I don’t take crap off any man,” she said and brushed her eyes with a handkerchief. “I was looking for a job when I found this one,” she finished without telling me what was said between them.
“Should I go talk to him?” I asked, “he is a real ass hole.”
“Don’t bother,” she said, “I have a week left on my room rent, I should be able to find another job by then, the war has made finding work easier. Most people don’t care about skin color, they just want good help.”
The rain was easing up a bit but the wind made it seem so cold and I wasn’t sure where I’d end up that night as I had been dropped off by the bus with a group of guys and they all s**ttered, most probably drunk on the ass by now.
“What’s you name soldier?” she asked with that warm smile from before.
“Ralph,” I replied and smiled at her.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” I asked stepping closer to her. I could smell her perfume, it reminded me of my mother’s lilac bushes in the spring, a sweet floral scent that made me miss home. “Is that lilac I smell on you?” I asked.
“Yes, a bit sweet but it helps cover up the smell from that greasy spoon lunch room,” she said with a grin and said, “I’d love a cup of coffee or a drink, just not in that place,” and she giggled knowing that neither of us would go back in. “I am afraid you didn’t get your money’s worth for your meal.” She said.
“I’m not worried about that,” I replied pulling out a cigarette offering her one, “Oh yes Ralph,” she said pulling one from the pack. Her fingers were long and slender and were in stark contrast to the pure white cigarette. I lit it for her and the end of the cigarette glowed red in the dim light of early evening. She inhaled and the white smoke circled about her head as she enjoyed that first puff from the unfiltered cigarette.
We walked down the street but several feet apart, I knew that in even in the Midwest that a white man walking with a black woman could turn into trouble for both so made it look more like two strangers sharing the sidewalk. We entered a small club that advertised “Live Jazz” and I was shocked to find myself in a room filled with black couples and a jazz trio on the stage playing music.
“You will be just fine in here with me,” Amanda said as we took the last two chairs at a small round table and a very tall thin black woman smiled at Amanda and spoke to her in French. Amanda replied, grinned, and patted my hand. Her soft hands lingered on the back of my hand and I felt something I was not expecting a tenderness and almost a sensual touch.
The woman left and Amanda turned to me and said, “she is a friend, we met on the ship when we came from France. She wanted to know if you were my new lover.” Amanda looked intently at me and it made me wonder if she was looking for a hint of my reaction to what she said.
“So what did you tell her?” I asked and watched her facial expression.
“I told her that you were a very brave soldier that was going to make the world safe for us.” Mindy replied and rubbed her fingers over the back of my hand again. I felt that same rush as I had before and I couldn’t explain why her simple touch was affecting me the way it was.
“Was that feeling because it was taboo for us to be together?” I wondered, “or is it because she was arousing me?”
Amanda’s friend brought us a couple drinks and then a couple more, and before I knew it I was wasted. “Are you okay?” Amanda asked as I slumped to the side. My head was swimming with the alcohol yet I thought I was in perfect control. Obviously I wasn’t.
I woke in a small room with a neon sign glaring and filling the room with a red glow. It blinked and buzzed and my head was pounding from too much to drink. I tried to raise my head and I looked around. It was a single room with a bed in one corner, the small couch I was laying on, a couple chairs at a table and a hot plate and a wall hung sink in the opposite corner.
I sat up on the couch and looked at the bed, there was the figure of a woman lying partially covered with a sheet. “What the fuck?” I thought as I tried to clear my head. The only light in the room was the glare of the sign and I looked at the bed again and a recollection popped into my head. There was a naked black woman lying on the bed, the name Amanda stuck in my head.
I stood up and my head was spinning like I was on a wild carnival ride. I took a step towards the woman who moved, rolling onto her back. Her breasts were in clear view, the first time I’d ever seen a naked black woman in person. “Hell,” I thought, “it was the first half naked woman I had seen in months.” My cock, despite my hangover, sprang to life and bulged against my trousers.
I took another step towards the sleeping woman, her breasts were well defined and despite the fact that she was lying in bed they did not sag or fall to the side. Her areolas were very large, they covered the entire end of her tits and her nipples stood proud like brown nuts. I hesitated, I wanted to reach out and caress those beautiful nubs, to feel the rubbery nipples of a woman I met briefly before getting blind ass drunk.
I walked to the window and discovered we were in a cheap hotel and I recognized the street we were on, we were just a block from the little club we had stopped at. I wondered how I got here. I turned back to the couch, my Eisenhower jacket was lying across the back of the couch, neatly folded to protect my army uniform. I fished in the pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and moved back to the window, my arousal over Amanda’s tits pointed the way.
I lit the cigarette and took a long slow puff and immediately coughed that knaggy smoker’s cough and I heard a sweet voice, “got one of those for me Ralph?” I turned to see Amanda setting up in the bed with the sheet across her shoulder covering her bare tits but showing me her bare legs.
I gave her the cigarette I had just lit and lit another for myself. “I am sorry for being a problem,” I said after taking a long drag on the cigarette. “I haven’t had a drop of alcohol is the 3 months since I enlisted in the army, I guess it went straight to my head.
“You were a perfect gentleman,” Amanda said as she stood letting the sheet fall exposing her shapely body to my full view. She was tall, well tall for a woman, I would guess 5’ 8” and thin, not more than 130 pounds. Her legs were slender but perfectly shaped and she had a thick bush that provided her a bit of natural modesty.
She turned and put a foot in a slipper, her ass was beautiful, a perfect bubble shaped ass with sharp definition that is the dream of any man. She put her foot in the other slipper and turned back to me. “I hope you aren’t going to be sick,” she said, “the bathroom is down the hall.”
“No,” I said, “I will be okay, I should get out of here so you can get some sleep.”
“Where are you staying?” she asked as she walked towards me, her hips swaying seductively as the neon sign filled the room with a red glow. It was as if she was in slow motion and I wanted to push her onto the bed and fuck her brains out.
“I need to find a room, I will be in town a couple days and then I think we’ll ship out. They won’t tell us when, where, or how, all hush hush you now.” I said and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the table.
Amanda took another step and was standing in front of me, “It is about 3:00 AM, I would suggest that we do something with this,” she said running her hand up and down my cock, “if you leave with this showing you could end up arrested.” Amanda rubbed up and down a couple times and then using both hands unbuckled my belt and slid the zipped down. I did nothing to stop her.
My pants fell to my ankles and she quickly slipped my boxers down and I was standing in front of her with a cock that bobbed up and down with each beat of my heart. The lust in my heart was beyond normal arousal, I wanted this woman and it was apparent that she wanted me. I stepped out of my clothes, pulled off my shirt and my hands went to her tits. They were firm, yet soft, I loved feeling the weight of them and her nipples were driving me wild as my palms rubbed over them.
Her hand went around my cock and stroked me softly. “I am probably not as big there are you are used to,” I said knowing it was stupid, but I was apprehensive as we all knew about black men and their endowment. “Not all black men are hung like a pony Ralph, I think you will do just fine,” and she dropped to her knees and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
Her lips were full and soft and they closed around my cock, her tongue circling around it, and I felt the urge to thrust into her mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other and I placed my hands on the sides of her head. She looked up at me, her dark face nearly hidden in the darkness. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she sucked my cock all the way into her mouth.
I groaned, “Oh, if you keep that up I will be done in a few seconds,” I said.
Amanda pulled off making a popping sound as my cock bobbed in front of her face. She stood without saying a word and retreated to the bed, lying on her back. The sign buzzed again and blinked several times filling the room with a strange brightness, everything in the room looked red and then dimmed again.
I hesitated, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw her lying on the bed waiting for me. At this moment there was no black, no white, and there was nothing taboo, I faced an unsure future with WWII in full force and my departure for Europe or the South Pacific just a few weeks ahead of me. This moment, in a cheap flea bag hotel was about a moment of intimacy with a woman that for whatever reason wanted me and I wanted her.
Haven
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