TWO BROKEN PROMISES
written by:
The Rake

TWO BROKEN PROMISES

BY

THE RAKE

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A stray shaft of the grey light of a winter's morning drifted across Sara's face to rouse her from a deep sleep. The long blonde tresses of her hair had arranged themselves on the pillow to frame her lovely face in an untidy golden halo. Her naked body lay spread-eagled on the bed, leaving fully open to view every detail of its beauty. The round bloom of her full breasts, the elegant curves of her sculptured torso, the soft flaxen curls shaped in an inverted triangle at her groin, the toned length of her tapering thighs and the elegance of her shapely legs all combined together to paint a picture of seductive beauty.

Yawning and blinking rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the cold light of a new day, she felt pleasantly weary. She stretched lazily but her limbs seemed to be heavy with a faint ache of fatigue while the stickiness of dried sweat on her skin told her that she was in need of a refreshing shower. Despite this, she felt luxuriously at ease with herself and was acutely conscious of a deliciously warm glow of pleasure and well-being burning far within her. It was a glow that seemed to dominate all else and was accompanied by a deep-seated sense of contentment along with a feeling of physical gratification that was as new to her as it was thrilling and pleasing.

Moving her eyes lazily about the room, she saw that various items of clothing were laying in an untidy pile by the door and that her nightdress was still folded where she had left it when she had unpacked her case the previous evening.

A faint smile of delight and pleasure crossed Sara's face as she recalled all that had happened during the long night just ended and it was with the same smile still playing on her lips that she turned her head sideways to look at the form of her still sleeping companion. What she saw was a vivid reminder that she had broken not one but two of the three most important personal vows she had ever sworn to herself!

Sara had known David since she was fifteen. Although frequently tempted by his persuasive words and the increasingly intimate nature of the caresses they had shared during their developing relationship, she had somehow managed to honour her private promise to herself not to surrender her virginity to anyone other than to the one man who had committed himself to becoming her husband. True to her pledge, she gave herself fully to David only after their engagement although their mutual impatience was so great that this happy event occurred almost immediately after he had given her his ring.

Their final union as a man and a woman had been joyous and hugely satisfying and she had quickly come to appreciate just how thrilling and satisfying the act of sex could be, even though the fear of discovery meant that their opportunities to make love were relatively few and far between with the act itself usually being completed quickly. Despite this, their lovemaking had inevitably drawn them even closer and Sara had come to see herself as ever more committed to David. Now, with her wedding day almost upon her, she was looking forward with enormous eagerness to becoming his wife, not least because it would allow them the freedom to make love whenever and as often as they wanted, so letting her seek with him all of that sweet pleasure she was almost desperate to find on a regular and frequent basis.

With this solemn promise honoured, it had never crossed Sara's mind that she might fail to fulfil the two other vows she had made. Yet, despite her resolve and the totality of her commitment to her fiancé, and with her wedding day less than a week away, she had just violated the remaining and equally important pledges she had sworn to herself.

Given her background and upbringing, the second vow Sara had made had been as obvious as it was straightforward and had required little or no thought. She had always seen it as inevitable that her loyalty to the man she married would be total and unwavering and had always taken it fore-granted that she would never make love to anyone other than the man who was to become her husband. The very idea of being unfaithful had been impossible to contemplate and this had always made it easy for her to reject the many advances that seemed to come her way from other men with regular frequency.

Sara's third promise to herself also stemmed from her conservative and sheltered upbringing. She had been brought up distrusting those of the Afro-Caribbean and Asian races and, as with her family and friends, had decided that she wanted to have as little as possible to do with anyone of colour or from that background.. Even though this had meant that she should probably be regarded as a racist, she had long since decided that she disliked such people and had made up her mind that she would have as little as possible to do with them. As a result, the third promise she had made to herself was that, no matter what, she would never enter into even the most ordinary of friendships with anyone who was black or coloured.

Yet, despite the sincerity and solemnity of these promises, the man who was now sprawled naked on the bed beside her was not her fiancé! And he was black as well! What was even more startling, she had surrendered herself to him freely and with abandon and had found an extraordinary level of delight in the sweet pleasure they had found together.

How had it happened? Why had it happened? Why had she been so willing to let it happen? Why had it been so easy to surrender herself to someone else, and a black man at that? How on earth could it have it happened just seven nights before she was about to marry the man she loved? And why, why, why did she feel such a sense of exquisite contentment without any sense of remorse, guilt or shame?

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It was unthinkable that Sara should choose anyone other than her best friend, Marilyn, to act as her principal bridesmaid at her marriage in a week's time.

In many ways the two young women seemed the most unlikely of friends. Marilyn was a year or so older than Sara and was polished, outgoing and chic with an open and sunny disposition while Sara was quieter and much shyer. Her demure disposition was probably a reflection of her protective and fairly strict upbringing but the innocent young woman and the far more sophisticated older one had struck an immediate friendship from the moment they met when they started working for the same company on the same day.

Like Sara, Marilyn was also an eye-catching blonde, although she did tend to dress and use make-up rather more obviously to emphasise the appealing beauty of her face, the attractive shape of her body, the thrusting roundness of her breasts and the length of her shapely legs. She enjoyed life to the full with a freedom that seemed brazen and shameless to Sara's rather naïve and inexperienced eyes but, even though she thought her friend's behaviour was immoral, it also seemed extremely exciting and a bold stratement of her independence.

Although Marilyn had a steady boyfriend, she frequently dated other men. As the friendship between the young women had grown she had begun to confide in Sara about her adventures and, as time went by, to describe the intimate secrets of her numerous and frequent affairs in ever more graphic detail. Initially Sara had been appalled by what she had heard but Marilyn made light of her reservations. She claimed to enjoy sex and said that she could see no reason why she should deprive herself of the glorious pleasure it could bring nor deny herself the excitement and the feeling of triumph she found with every new conquest.

It was some time before Sara grew to reconcile herself to Marilyn's free-thinking attitude. Although she never put it into words because she had no wish to offend her friend, her reactions had initially been of shock and repugnance. They had forced her to the reluctant conclusion that her friend was really little better than a faithless slut. On the other hand her open personality, friendly disposition and honesty all led to Sara eventually coming to a passive, uncritical acceptance of her behaviour. With this there acceptance came an occasional feeling of curiosity about what it might be like to be with another man and she even began to experience an occasional and strangely agreeable thrill of subdued excitement when Marilyn described some of the more intimate details of her adventures.

These were truly troubling thoughts and alien to anything Sara had known before. Yet at times they seemed to have a strange and tantalising appeal as she imagined Marilyn lying in the arms of her various lovers. Even more worrying. she sometimes found herself feeling almost as though she was experiencing, if at a far distance and in an indirect, almost second-hand way, something of her friend's pleasure as she surrendered herself to the needs of her sexual appetite and enjoyed the satisfaction she was able to find with her various lovers.

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Marilyn had arranged a party to be held exactly one week before Sara and David were due to be married. Marilyn told them that, apart from wanting to celebrate their forthcoming marriage, the main reason for the party was to give the young couple an opportunity to meet some of her friends.

Reassured by Sara's parents that the planning for their big day was all in hand, the young couple had been only too happy to accept the invitation and were overjoyed when told that they would be able to stay overnight in Marilyn's spare bedroom. It meant that they would be able spend a whole night in bed night together for the very first time. The prospect was incredibly exciting as all their lovemaking up to this point had taken place in David's car, in a local park or on a settee at home on those rare occasions when one or the other sets of their parents happened to go out for an evening. The opportunity to spend the night with David was too good to be missed and the fact that they would be starting their lives together only a week later did not lessen the appeal. They had never enjoyed such freedom before and, in truth, had never been totally naked together. Their lovemaking, although always rewarding and pleasing, had been infrequent and always hurried, leaving them both with a real but little understood promise that greater joys were yet to be discovered.

Sara's expectations were dashed when she learned only a few days beforehand that David's friends had made last minute arrangements to take him to Prague for a weekend stag party. Her sense of eager expectation was overwhelmed to be replaced by feelings of both anger and resentment with her anger being directed mainly at her fiancé for his readiness to forego the wonderful opportunity they had been given to be together and her resentment was aimed at both him and his friends for having made the arrangements behind her back and without seeking her views.

Sara's immediate reaction was to tell Marilyn that she would not be going to the party but her friend could not conceal her disappointment and worked hard to make her change her mind. As the partner of the head bridesmaid, her own boyfriend was going to Prague with David and she was looking forward to having a good time while he was away. She was going to enjoy herself come what may and wanted Sara to do the same but Sara remained adamant that she would not go.

It took some time but Marilyn's persistence and persuasive words eventually wore Sara down until, as much to get some peace from her friend as for any other reason, she eventually, if with some reluctance, agreed to go to the party. Once her decision had been made, Sara was surprised to find that she began to look forward to the party and soon decided that, if her fiancée could go away and have a good time with his friends, there was no reason why she should not enjoy herself as well.

By this time Sara had long since come to accept Marilyn's shameless attitude to men and sex as normal, for her at least, if still very wanton. As a result, she was unsurprised when her friend told her that she was planning to invite a man she had been eyeing for some time to the party in the hope that they would end up in bed together. To Sara's innocent ears it even sounded rather mature and she even felt some of the same second-hand sense of excitement she had known before when thinking about Marilyn's frequent affair. This time, though, she also felt a sense of envy at knowing that, but for the stag party, she, too, would have been enjoying a night of sex with her fiancé.

After seeing David off on the Friday evening, Sara spent the night at home before going to help Marilyn the following afternoon to help her prepare for the party. Working together, they made a buffet, laid out a drinks bar and moved the furniture in the living room, leaving only two settees and three or four ordinary chairs lined up against the walls to create a small but adequate space in the middle where the guests could stand and talk or dance as they wished.

When they had finished the two girls showered and went to their rooms to prepare for the evening ahead. Marilyn chose to pile her blonde tresses high on her head and dress in a low-cut and tight-fitting, silken green dress with a daring slit in its side which allowed the whole length of her curvaceous legs to show with each step she took. Sara thought she looked lovely but knew that she could never dress in such a brazen way. Her own dress, bought a week or so earlier in readiness for the party, was also cut tightly to her body. The fine red material did little to disguise the hour-glass shape of her figure or conceal the round, thrusting shape of her breasts, the faint curvature of her stomach, the outline of her hips and the strong round domes of her bottom. Its neckline was at her throat although her arms were bare from the shoulders and its hemline came some two or three inches above her knees and was held in place about her body with a concealed zip at its back.

Looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror, Sara thought it was probably the most glamorous dress she had ever worn and felt saddened that David was not there to express his appreciation. Marilyn's words of praise were some compensation and she did not object when her friend took her back into the bedroom to re-do her make-up. She normally wore only the lightest touch of lipstick and a mere suggestion of eye shadow but Marilyn took some time applying her own, darker lipstick. Its tone matched the colour of her dress very closely and she emphasised the shape and fullness of her lips by applying some lip gloss. She also applied a darker tone of eye shadow rather more heavily but in a more subtle manner that helped frame the shape and colour of her blue eyes and finally loosened the tightly-drawn strands of her hair so that the blonde locks fell more freely to her shoulders.

When Marilyn had finished Sara saw a picture of herself in the mirror that she barely recognised. She had not realised how much of an impact a change of makeup and hair style might make and quickly decided that she liked the image she saw. It certainly seemed to emphasise her glamour and stress her loveliness and, if she felt grateful to her friend for the help and advice she had given, she also felt another tinge of regret that her fiancé was not there to see her.

Because of the extra time they had taken over Sara's make-up, the two young women were the last to arrive at the pub where they met the rest of the group for some preliminary drinks before returning back home later for the party.

Waiting for them and sitting around a long table were two engaged couples, another couple who had met only that evening and who had obviously found a mutual attraction already, a married woman whose husband was working abroad for a couple of weeks and three single men, one of whom was black. Marilyn had not met him before but had asked one of her friends to bring a single man with him to even up the numbers.

As it happened, Steve, the black man, had arrived only moments before the two young women and it was he who, after the introductions had been made, bought them a cocktail. Because they were the last arrivals, Marilyn and Sara found themselves seated one at each end of a long bench running under a window with the only remaining chair being opposite Sara and taken by Steve.

Although initially apprehensive about having to sit in such close proximity to a black man, she knew there was no other option and was polite enough to recognise that, as he was a fellow guest, she could not provoke any disharmony amongst the group. Trying hard to conceal her deeply held prejudices, she reluctantly let Steve engage her in conversation only to be surprised to find that he was easy to talk to, had a good sense of humour and was far more intelligent that she had anticipated.

Quite taken aback, Sara found that she was beginning to enjoy the black man's company and gradually relaxed and leant back in her seat after someone brought them a second drink. It was an unthinking action but one that unwittingly caused the already tautly drawn material of her dress to cling even more closely around the full round form of her breasts and bring into even greater prominence the fullness of the rounded contours of their splendid shape.

Unaware of what had happened, it was some little time before Sara noticed that the black man's eyes were no longer looking into her face as they talked but were now directed unblinkingly at her chest. Glancing down she saw the way her breasts were outlined so clearly beneath her dress and her first reaction when she realised what had happened was one of embarrassment. It prompted her to adjust her position and lean slightly forward in an attempt to hide herself from his penetrating gaze, her embarrassment replaced by a flash of anger at his impertinence. Almost as speedily this was followed by a moment of quiet and unexpected pleasure. It was true that his boldness had been direct and challenging but the look in his eyes had been one of unabashed admiration and., although many men looked at her in this was, it was something that, in her innocence, she rarely noticed. This time she felt flattered to learn that a man should find her attractive and be so obviously appreciative of her appearance.

Somewhat dismayed by her reaction, Sara remained bent forward in a continued attempt to show herself more modestly. At the same time she struggled to reconcile the chaotic sequence of conflicting thoughts that had darted through her mind in such a quick sequence but it did not take her long to realise that her over-riding sense was one of gratification rather than resentment. She felt distinctly flattered to have been the object of such admiration and attention. The fact that this had come from a man of a different race was disconcerting but somehow made it even more pleasing and, although though she knew she should have been offended, she saw it as a rewarding compliment despite flying in the face of her beliefs about and dislike of those with a black skin.

Although trying to disguise what she was doing and although it went against her every instinct, Sara found herself starting to appraise Steve as a man in his own right. He was perhaps three or four years older than her and his head was shaved giving a bright sheen to the smooth black skin of his scalp. His eyes, deep brown in colour, seemed to have a burning intensity about them as he tried to hold her gaze with his while his nose, though obviously Negroid with its flared nostril and slightly flattened appearance, was not too eye-catching. On the other hand, his lips were more starkly Negroid in both shape and size. They were thick and full but they also seemed soft and rather gentle as they formed themselves into a smile that was open and friendly and framed his even white teeth. He was over six feet in height with broad shoulders and the physique of a man who was obviously strong and who probably kept himself fit through playing games or exercising or in the gym.

Somewhat taken aback by what she had just done, Sara's eyes met his. Despite herself, she found herself responding to his smile with a faint one of her own. It was as though she was admitting to herself that, despite Steve's colour, she did not find his attentions unwelcome. Slightly disconcerted and in an unwitting acceptance of this little understood conclusion, she found herself leaning back in her seat again to let his eyes dwell once more on the thrusting contours of her breasts.

Almost immediately she realised just how foolish she was being but equally quickly but, rather than acknowledge that she knew he was staring at her in a way that would have been far too intimate even between friends, let alone between strangers, she decided that she had little choice but to remain in the same position.

It seemed strange but, with her decision made, she found herself relaxing even more, so such so that she began to feel that she was rather enjoying the strength of admiration she could see in the black man's eyes. Confused, she turned away to tune in to a long and amusing tale being told by one of their companions about a camping trip he made around Europe.

It was with her attention on this other man that she shifted herself into a more comfortable position by crossing one leg over the other. It was a natural and unthinking action but she quickly noticed Steve's eyes move down towards her legs.

Lowering her eyes, Sara was surprised to see that she had exposed several inches of her stocking-clad thigh. She had completely forgotten how high her hemline was and had not appreciated that her decision to cross her legs would reveal so much of her thighs. Her first instinct was to uncross her legs and draw the hem of her dress down again but the look on the black man's face was so heart-warming and flattering that she let herself remain in the same position.

Unused to being looked at in such a way, she felt an inner shiver of pleasurable excitement as she looked at his eyes and the warmth of the expression on his lips. What was more, the fact that this was a black man that was looking at her with such affectionate approval seemed somehow to add to the pleasure she was experiencing, giving the moment a touch of dangerous excitement that was distinctly appealing. What she failed to realise, however, was that, although she knew he could see a good part of her upper leg as it widened above her kneecap, he was also able to glimpse a large expanse of the curved and widening muscle of her inner thigh as it stretched high into the mysterious but inviting shadows beneath her dress.

Enthralled, Sara held the same position until the long story came to its end, all the while casting surreptitious glances at Steve to see that he was continuing to devote his attention to her rather than to the tale being told. That same internal shiver of excitement returned and it was only as the group started to think about moving on to Marilyn's house for the rest of the party that she uncrossed her legs to stand with the others and slip into her short jacket.

When outside, one couple said they had to return home, leaving just ten people to go on to the party. They called for a couple of taxis with Marilyn leaving in the first one to open up the house and Sara taking the second. Because of her naturally helpful nature she made sure that everyone else got into the taxi before her only to find that all four seats were taken with one man sitting in the front beside the driver and the three other people occupying the whole of the back seat.

Sara's initial reaction was to say that she would find another taxi but the others would have none of it and insisted that she should sit on the knees of the man nearest the door. With a smile of acknowledgement she eased herself backwards through the rear door to find to her dismay that she was sitting on Steve's knee. She had no wish to be so close to him because of his colour but could offer no protest when he placed his arm around her waist to stop her falling sideways as the taxi pulled away.

There was a fair bit of laughter between the other passengers but Sara and Steve remained silent, both lost in their own thoughts. While she felt a nervous tension gnawing within her, he was savouring his close proximity to the lovely young blonde woman sitting on his knee. He was also enjoying the vision of the large expense of her thighs that had been left exposed when the hem of her dress had drawn itself more than half way back to her hips when she had been struggling to get into the taxi. They were strong and shapely, their contours widening from the rounded points of her knees in smooth curves with a deep dark valley lying between them as she held the two soft, smooth and well-formed muscles of their inner faces pressed tight together.

Sara had tried to adjust her hem when she had climbed onto Steve's knees but it had been impossible in the cramped space. It was only when she caught the expressive look of admiration on his face that her initial concern faded to be replaced by a faint suggestion of that sense of pleasure she had known in the pub. Somewhat reassured, she let herself relax back into the arm he had stretched behind her to hold her in place.

As it left the car park the taxi lurched roughly over a high kerb, throwing the passengers about and causing Sara to feel as though she might be falling off Steve's knees. He reacted quickly, tightening his grip even more firmly around her waist and grabbing her legs with his hands.

"Are you O.K?" he whispered.

"Yes. I'm fine now, thanks." she responded in a similar quiet voice. "I thought I was going to fall."

Steve left his hand where it was on the face of her thigh but it was only when she felt his fingertips smoothing their way over the silken covering of her tights in light, circular movements that she realised what his hand was still on her leg. Glancing down, she saw that it was resting some way above her knee, its palm lying fully against her thigh. About to protest, her words were stifled by the almost magnetic effect of the sight of his black hand on her leg. There was a stark and daring appeal that took her by surprise. It meant that she left his hand where it was, sensing a faint tendril of excitement twisting its way through her abdomen. The vision of his black hand resting where none but the hand of her fiancée had been before and the knowledge that the faint tremor she could feel within her had only ever come when she had been with him left her suddenly breathless and inexplicably excited.

Sara remained motionless, A confused melee of thoughts were tumbling through her brain in a confusing sequence. As she looked at his black hand upon her thigh she saw and felt it start to sidle slightly higher, easing its way slowly further up the exposed length of her thigh. The image and the feel of his hand were both threatening and alarming and yet, at the same time, dangerously exciting and she remained with her eyes locked on the movement of his hand over her leg. With a feeling close to intoxication, she watched his fingers touching the hemline of her dress before creeping slowly but surely beneath it until they were hidden from her view by the red material of her dress. Now she was aware only of the feel of them on her thigh as they stroked their way in a tantalising gentle caress over the smooth, silken covering of her tights and the sensitive flesh beneath.

Suddenly recognising the folly and danger of what was happening, she dropped her hand over Steve's only to again be struck by the stark contrast between the white of her own skin and the rich, ebony blackness of his. With a sudden insight, she recognised just how easy it would be to let this happen now and with this black man. The realisation was stunning and frightening and yet she was still able to experience a faint tremor of alluring pleasure radiating from the gentle movements of his black fingers stroking high on her thigh.

Utterly confused, Sara was unable to understand why she was reacting in this way. It was alien to everything she held dear and to every promise she had ever made to herself and yet the sight and feel of Steve's black hand moving softly over the intimate flesh of her thigh continued to feel sweetly enticing, sending enlivening sensations of pleasure coursing through her body.

It was with a sense of relief that Sara saw that the taxi had reached its destination. Steve reluctantly withdrew his hand to let her slide off his knee and on to the pavement outside Marilyn's house but as she did so she was unable to prevent the hem of her dress from drawing itself back over her leg. Its hemline was dragged back almost to her waist to allow him a free view of the full, tapering length of her thighs as they expanded from her knees towards the trunk of her body and, with it, he gained a fleeting but enthralling glimpse of the powder blue silk of her panties stretched tightly across her tummy and over the arching shape and curves of her groin.

"So lovely," she heard him whisper as she struggled to adjust her dress and conceal her legs and lower body from his view. She she resented his impertinence and yet she also found the unsolicited compliment rather rewarding.. Trying desperately to gather her thoughts, she and leaned back against the closed door to take a number of deep breaths before moving to the dressing table and stare at her reflection in the mirror with almost unseeing eyes.

Eventually, with the turmoil within her mind easing a little, she managed to convince herself that everything that had happened had been either innocent or accidental. She had been part of a group of friends enjoying themselves and had found herself sitting next to a black man who had shown himself to be both charming and friendly. She felt sure that her pre-conceptions about people of his race remained true and that he was the exception that proved the rule but felt she had gone out of her way to be polite and conceal her dislike of black people. It was true that it was no more than an accident that had placed them so close together and that, if he had been impertinent in the way he had been looking at her or had held and caressed her thigh with his fingers, it was no more than she should have expected from a man of his kind. After all, she reasoned, nothing truly untoward had happened. Yet, despite managing to persuade herself of the innocence of the occasion, she was still left with a pleasing memory of being flattered by the warmth of the admiration she had seen in his eyes when he had been looking at her. Beyond that, however, the residue of the hollow ache that had grown within her when his black hand had been upon her thigh remained alive within her to leave a faintly agreeable sensation that she was unable to conceal from herself.

The sound of music in the background broke into her thoughts to remind her that she ought to re-join the others and make sure that her friend had everything under control. Checking her make-up, she made sure her hair was properly arranged and, almost as an afterthought, placed a drop of the expensive perfume Marilyn had loaned her behind each year before going to the kitchen to pour herself a drink from a large jug they had prepared earlier and then moving on to the main room where the party was already in full swing.

All of the guests were already dancing together in a collective group. After taking a long draft of the sweet-tasting cocktail, she placed her glass with the other partly part-emptied drinks on a small table and joined the group as they gyrated in time to the music. The music was fast and lively but now that there was an even number on the floor, the dancers gradually separated into pairs.

Everyone had already formed themselves into couples while at the pub and Sara inevitably found herself dancing with Steve. It was not what she wanted but she had little choice.

Sara had always enjoyed dancing but rarely had an opportunity to take part as her fiancée was rather awkward on the floor and rarely wanted to dance. As it happened, Steve showed himself to be a good dancer who moved well and gracefully in time to the music. It meant that she quickly found herself matching his movements as she began to enjoy dancing with her agile partner and they remained together for the next hour or so, changing the pattern of their movements in unison as the tempo changed from song to song.

Growing warm from her exertions, she was rather glad when Marilyn motioned for her to join her in the kitchen to help lay out the snacks they had prepared earlier. Marilyn teased her in a good-natured way about dancing with a black man before telling her that she was knew now that the man she had spoken about was interested in her and that they were sure to get closer when the dancing resumed again. Happy for her friend and by this time no longer taken aback by or critical of her behaviour, Sara smiled before turning away to call for the guests to join them for some refreshments.

Sara found herself alone in the kitchen after everyone else had finished eating and returned to the lounge. She re-joined them after tidying up and putting the empty plates and glasses in the washing machine to find that the dancing had started again, although this time the music was softer and its beat much slower. She saw that everyone was now dancing much more closely, holding one another with their arms wrapped about each other and that Steve was the only one left on his own.

Seeing her return, he moved towards her with a beaming smile of greeting on his face. "Good. It looks like we're together again. You're a good dancer so I'm happy."

Sara had no option but to let the black man hold her in his arms. Initially it felt odd to be held in this way by a man who was not her fiancée. Her closeness to him also made her acutely aware of his black skin. It added to the strangeness of the moment and she moved awkwardly for quite a while before being overtaken by the rhythm of the music and relaxing in a way that let her enjoy their movements together.

Although aware of this and sensing that she was feeling more at ease, Steve wisely waited until a much slower number started to play and then used his strength to draw her closer to him until their bodies were in contact, her breasts against his chest, their tummies touching and their thighs rubbing together as they swayed in time to the slow beat.

In some ways, his action seemed natural and normal, no more than a response to the timing of the romantic song they were listening to but it also seemed strange to say nothing of rather threatening to be held within the arms of a black man. Tensing up, Sara's first reaction was to hold herself more stiffly and yet she did not lose the tempo of the music and fairly quickly came to accept the closeness of the black man's embrace, so much so that she began to find his masculine strength reassuring and even began to feel comfortable within the embrace of his strong arms. This increasing sense of security meant that she allowed herself to leave her body close to his when somebody switched off the main light to leave the room illuminated only by the stray light spilling through the door from the hallway.

Aware of the fall of a hushed silence behind the music, Sara glanced around the room to see that the other couples were no longer talking or dancing and were now only swaying together on the same spot.

To match the mood of the moment, one of the dancers turned down the volume until it became no more than a quiet accompaniment in the background. Without conscious thought and in what seemed no more than a natural response, she and Steve stilled the already slow travel of their feet to leave their bodies swaying gently and close together but still in time to the music.

The swaying of their bodies as they held them close to one another seemed lack any sense of threat even though she was aware that their bodies had inevitably been drawn closer together in a way that meant that she could not help but be conscious of his physique and he aware of her delicious femininity. There was a distant magic to to what was happening which meant that Sara offered no resistance when Steve dragged her hands from his shoulders to place them behind his neck before wrapping his arms behind her waist to draw the length of their bodies even more tightly together. It was an action that made them even more alive to each other, Sara of his manly strength and Steve of the soft, shapely undulations of her body.

Sara closed her eyes contentedly, happy to savour the moment only to be brought back to earth after a short while when she heard Marilyn's voice whispering quietly in her ear: "See you in the morning."

Opening her eyes in surprise, Sara saw her friend leaving the room with the man she had been talking about earlier. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were kissing passionately as they hurriedly made their way through the door with the only sound coming from their footsteps as they moved down the hall and then the crash of a door being thrown shut.

Remembering how she had dreamt of spending the night with her fiancée, Sara felt a pang of envy and a faint stinging behind her eyes as though she were on the point of tears. Her troubled eyes swept around the room to see that the other couples were kissing one another, some of them gently and others more passionately.

Perhaps the deepest kiss of all was being shared by the married woman and her dancing companion. Their mouths were locked together with their lips shaping and twisting themselves together in the sort of kiss Sara had never experienced herself and had only seen on film. Despite her attempts to persuade him, David had never kissed her like that and she watched fascinated as their mouths continued to duel feverishly together. Even so, she was still astonished when she saw the woman reach for her partner's hand and place it surely and firmly over the bulging thrust of her breast.

Without her having noticed it, the whole atmosphere in the room had changed in a way that left her surprised. The earlier sense of companionable friendship had been replaced by one of underlying excitement. It seemed to be in the air, as though they were being enveloped in a feeling of growing warmth and familiarity. It seemed almost tangible with an appeal that was as exhilarating as it was risqué.

Once again, but this time far more sharply than before, Sara became conscious of the way she was being held so closely enfolded within the arms of the man she was dancing with. Now, though, whatever concerns she might have known earlier seemed to have disappeared and she felt far more at ease within the black man's tight embrace. Their cheeks were close together and, with his black face next to hers, she all at once became more aware than ever before of his black skin. The starkness of its deep ebony tones was striking and oddly compelling and it suddenly struck her that his cheek was close enough for her to brush her lips over the smooth surface to test and taste its texture.

It was a thought that had come from nowhere and remained with her even though she did not act on it. It did mean, however, that she found herself relaxing even more, letting Steve hold her body tightly against his so that their awareness of each other became even more pronounced.

Conscious of this and thrilling to the feel of her breasts cushioned against his chest as he held her seemingly compliant body within the clutch of his arms, he immediately lowered one hand from the small of her back and let his fingers ease slowly downwards until their tips were resting over the first blooming curve of the arching thrust of the strong, firm cheek of her bottom.

Sara's first instinct was to break away from Steve's embrace but from the corner of her eye she noted one of the men slipping his hand beneath his partner's blouse to grasp her breast, The shape and outline of his hand was clear to see beneath the thin material but the woman offered no objection, instead pulling his face to hers to kiss him warmly on the lips. At the same time she saw the married woman and her partner, still kissing passionately, sidle towards a settee and lower themselves on to its seat. The fact that Sara knew that the man was not her husband offered a strangely wanton thrill and, for reasons she could not understand, she felt the embers that had lain smouldering quietly within her since she had left the taxi being fanned back to life, creating a hollow, fluttering heat deep within her abdomen.

At the same time the mood of barely suppressed excitement she had sensed earlier seemed to have changed. The air now seemed to be charged with a subdued but distinctly erotic sensuality.

Taking all of this on board meant that, instead of stepping back, she found herself pressing her body tighter to Steve's, shaping its length to his with a breathless sense of excitement as, for the first time, she began to accept and even savour his manly strength and the feel of the powerful masculinity of his body pressed tightly against hers.

Feeling this, Steve promptly dropped his hand further, placing it, at first lightly over the shape of her cheek of her bottom and then clasping it tight within his palm as his fingers darted in quick movements over the round dome of flesh. The pace of their questing movements eased as his fingertips found the outline of the hem of her panties and instead started to trace their way from side to side over the proud curve, moving from the lower part of her hip over the curving arch of her bottom until they reached the point where the hemline curved beneath her groin.

It was as though he were fanning the embers of excitement that had been smouldering within her for some time The sweet sense of pleasure she had known before when he had been stroking her leg returned but this time with greater force to exercise an exciting charm of its own. Although in some part of her mind she knew it was wrong, she knew also that she did not want the pleasure to come to an end. It a led her to unconsciously stroke the tips of her fingers lightly over the skin at the back of his neck in a light but distinct caress that signalled her silent acceptance of Steve's impertinent caresses.

Within seconds she felt a lump beginning to swell against the face of her tummy. It took along moment for her to realise that the black man who was holding her in his arms was becoming aroused and that it was his burgeoning erection she could feel developing and hardening against the soft flesh of her stomach. Suddenly struck as though by a bolt of lightning, she knew he was expressing his desire for her in perhaps the most eloquent way imaginable.

The realisation was startling, even frightening, but it was also rather rewarding and flattering. Sara had never experienced this with anyone other than her fiancée and felt a thrill of pleasure to know that she had been able to arouse another man, and with such ease as well. There was also a sense of curiosity as she wondered what he might be like and how he would compare with the only man she had ever known but, even so, she tried to draw her lower body away from his only to be drawn back to him by the firm pull of his hand on her bottom.

Unable to move and far from certain that she wanted to, she could feel the strength of his manhood developing against her with unexpected speed, growing bigger and harder with every passing moment. Unable to help herself, she drew the muscles of her tummy inwards before pressing them forward against him, forcing them closer to the force of his erection, relishing its hard strength as it continued to become harder and bigger. Again she flexed her tummy muscles against him.

It was an instinctive reaction and was both an attempt to encourage him to express his need for her even more clearly as well as to savour his strength and solidity more fully. Sara's reward was almost immediate. She felt a heavy throb beat against her tummy and sensed that his mast must be all but fully developed and nearing the full extent of its growth. With her breath caught in her throat, she undulated her tummy, shaping its face about the upright length of his hardness which now had an inner heat that she could feel burning against her even through their clothing.

The experience was enchanting. It was a delight she had to prolong and enjoy and she exaggerated the undulating movements of her stomach muscles, moulding them to his solid manhood while timing her movements to match the regular and distinct throb she could feel beating against her.

It was breath-taking and Sara sensed a pleasure she could never have anticipated. It was born partly of a sense of power, partly from feeling flattered to know that another man desired her, partly from curiosity but most of from her own increasing arousal. It was growing rapidly within her. The sinuous flames that had been smouldering were now almost fully alight and she thrilled to the feeling of a touch of moisture coming to her groin. It was sufficient to bring a moment of new pleasure as she felt the warm emulsion of her love fluids dampening the gusset of her panties.

Somehow the sweetness of the moment she was sharing with this black man seemed to silence the alarm bells that started to ring in her mind when she detected a movement across the room and saw a couple moving towards to an upright chair. The man sat on it and the woman stood before him for a long moment before pulling her skirt high up over her thighs and stepping forward to sit straddling his legs. The man's hands were both on her breasts and she watched enthralled as he started to undo the buttons of her blouse. Turning her gaze to the married woman she had been watching before she saw that she and her partner were now lying stretched out side by side on the settee. As she watched, the woman hooked her leg over her partner's thighs, obviously opening herself to the hand that was locked between them. A long moment later she saw the woman flinch a little and then smile at the man as her own hand plunged between their bodies only for her smile to widen even further before they kissed each other with tender passion.

Somehow everything that was happening around her all seemed to chime with Sara's own mood. Despite this, she experienced a spasm of deeply felt regret as she reminded herself that, had David been with her, they would have been playing an active part in the scene that was unfolding before her and that they would almost certainly have been on the point of moving to their bedroom to make love to one another.

A soft sigh of regret escaped Sara's mouth and she became even more conscious of the man she was with who was expressing his need for her with such urgency. It seemed only to accentuate her sense of loss, making it more poignant and telling It prompted her to press the whole length of her body more tightly against Steve's. At the same time she became aware for the second time of his cheek next to hers but this time the starkness of its black colour seemed to have acquired an added appeal, so much so that she again realised just how easy it would be to touch her lips against his face. In some way it seemed to be the right thing to do, a natural extension of the sweet pleasure she was already experiencing but somehow she managed to resist the temptation and contented herself with savouring the comfort of his embrace and the power of his manhood burning against her.

As though recognising her thoughts as well as sensing that she too was becoming highly aroused, he exaggerated the movement of his fingers over the hemline of her panties and moved his other hand from her back to lean slightly away from her and press it between their bodies. Sara had been slow to realise what he was doing and only became fully aware of what was happening when she felt his hand wrap itself around her breast. His touch was light although she could feel his fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

Sara knew full well that she should protest but the words would not come. The sure grip of his hand had induced a rich glow within the full and round mound of flesh, bringing with it a glorious heaviness which made it feel that her breasts had swollen and her bra become too tight. The sensation was exhilarating, sending shivers of delight through her body and she had no wish to bring it to an end. Tit was a thrill that grew even further when she felt his thumb move to find her nipple and rub gently at its firm shape, causing it to harden and bring an ache of new pleasure that seemed to radiate through her whole being.

All that was happening seemed to be the perfect counterpart to all that had gone before and she thrilled again as she felt a new seepage of moistness come to her groin. The sensation was a delight but the growing dampness on her panties prompted her to rub her thighs together and then let them part slightly under the pressure being exerted by his knee cap against her legs. Her action seemed to draw their bodies even more tightly together and emphasise even more clearly the strength of his manhood as he continued to express his desire for her.

A faint moan of undisguised pleasure came unbidden from the back of Sara's throat. Hearing it, Steve recognised it not only as a token of her acquiescence but also as a statement of her willingness to share in his passion. It brought a smile of happiness to his face even though he still found it hard to believe that this beautiful young blonde woman could be so content to be held in his arms and so signal that she was becoming ever more ready to accept the seductive sexuality of his increasing boldness.

"You are very lovely," he whispered, letting his mouth rest against the lobe of her ear.

The feel of his lips was soft but warm and moist as well. His words of praise were rewarding and served to enhance even further the appeal of the moment they were sharing together but Sara remained silent. Some residual instinct of propriety was screaming at her to object and remove herself from the black man's embrace but the pleasure she was experiencing was far too sweet and far too enchanting. She had no wish to bring the sensual excitement to an end and knew she could not deny herself the pleasure she was experiencing. Somehow she managed to speak but here words when they came were muffled and lost in the back of her throat.

"Behave yourself," she managed to say but her words were hushed and amounted to little more than an almost incoherent protest. They lacked conviction even to her own ears and her actions also belied their meaning as she instinctively thrust her breast into his hand and undulated the face of her tummy against the strident force of his hard and bulging erection.

As the words left her mouth she once more found herself intensely aware of his face warmly resting against hers. next to hers. Its black tones were alien in so many ways to everything she had known and yet the contrast against the pale tones of her own skin was exercising an unexpected but almost exotic allure

This time Sara was unable to resist the temptation. In so many ways it seemed the most natural thing to do after all they were already sharing together. Slowly, hesitantly, she pursed her lips to lay them gently against the smooth ebony sheen of his skin.

The touch was light but real and the sense of daring she felt in knowing that she was kissing a black man meant that she left her lips in contact with his face. The black skin felt smooth against her lips while for Steve the curving shape of her mouth felt soft, moist and inviting. He blew a faint zephyr of air into her ear before slipping his lips sideways to her cheek and then sliding them lower to slowly ease them towards the corner of her mouth.

Sara knew he was about to kiss her and knew only too well that she should not allow it to happen but she also felt a hunger within her that matched in every way the waves of sensuous pleasure that were rolling so demandingly through her body. Suddenly she wondered what it would be like to be kissed by another man with the fact that he was a black man serving only to add even more to her sense of curiosity.

The questions raced through her mind with breakneck speed: why did it all of a sudden feel exciting to contemplate kissing another man? what would his thick and pouting lips feel like against hers? why had the prospect of breaking a racial taboo suddenly become not only dangerous but also challenging and so exciting? why, why, why did she feel a physical need growing within her with a delight and an intensity she had never known before?

Scarcely able to breathe and unwilling to move despite her wiser instincts, Sara kept her head still as his mouth slid ever closer to hers. The first touch of his lips was soft and gentle but they remained unmoving, resting in the same place for a long moment before he brushed them sideways to kiss briefly at each corner in turn. Again his lips slid from side to side with the same softly persuasive touch, teasing her mouth with his before he stopped and let them rest against the front face of hers. Surprised and a little disappointed to feel him stop, she started to move her own lips over his, easing them from side to side of his mouth with little puckering movements that grew heavier and more distinct in shape. The feel of his breath being blown against her mouth made her part her lips slightly, allowing the warm air coming from his mouth to mingle with hers as she also exhaled her own air from her lungs on to his lips.

Swaying against him, she let free a faint whimper of pleasure, a whimper that came again as she clung to him and felt the tip of his tongue probe forward to curl its way in a soft but damp caressing movement from one side of her mouth to the other and back again. At the same time she felt him open his mouth so that now her pursed lips rested between his. It was the sweet feel of him sucking at her lips that prompted her to push her own tongue forward and roll it briefly against his lips before she felt, for the first time, the touch of his tongue against hers.

The sensation was electrifying. Waves of extraordinary delight wafted through her body and she felt a new sensitivity developing within her breasts as his thumb started to rub with greater urgency at the tender bud of her protruding her nipple. Now their tongues began to rub one against the other with a new ferocity in a dance of shared delight and she whimpered again as she felt him slowly slide his tongue forward and into her mouth.

With their mouths clasped tightly together and with each of them conscious only of the other and the joy they were sharing, she felt his tongue rove over her teeth and gums before it plunged deep into her mouth to swirl it against hers with a growing fervour the like of which was as new to Sara as it was exotic and exciting. Responding instinctively and with a new and heady delight, Sara rolled her own tongue against his to test the feel of its rough texture before letting it duel with it in a breathless frolic of mutual delight.

It was a kiss like no other Sara had known. The pleasure it was bringing had a voluptuous intensity that was unprecedented and she moaned into Steve's mouth before pushing her own tongue forward to drive it into his mouth to explore the heated cavity with deft, twisting movements.

When, at last, the need for air brought their kiss to its end, they left their lips and mouths touching lightly, all the while conscious of the need to find again the magic they had shared. At the same time they were aware of nothing and no one but themselves and the feel of their bodies each held tight to the other.

Sara could think of nothing beyond the feel of his mouth on hers, the clasp of his hand over her bottom, the caressing movements of his fingers against the sensitive flesh at the head of her thighs, the clasp of his hand over her breast, the feel of his thumb toying with her nipple, the dampness at her groin, the heated hardness of his erection throbbing demandingly with a life of its own against her tummy and the pressure of his knee between her slightly parted legs. Above all else, however, she was conscious of the almost overwhelming level of her arousal, a need that was unprecedented in its demands that made her savour even more the intimacy of the black man's embrace.

Able to sense at least some of this, Steve's own sensitivities matched hers in every way. There had been a shared intensity to their kiss which had been as deep as the meeting and movement of their mouths, lips and tongues had been passionate. Her body was soft and compliant in his arms and the feel of the full flesh of her breast and the firm projecting form of her nipple had told him as much about her awareness and acceptance of his need as had the pronounced and sensuous movement of her tummy against the raging force of his erection. She had accepted the presence of his hard manhood readily and knowingly and he felt a growing certainty that the desire he had felt for the lovely young woman from the first moment he had set eyes on her would soon be fulfilled and that, if he took time and care, they would soon become lovers.

Once more Steve increased the pressure of his mouth upon Sara's. His action was met with an immediate and parallel response as she thrust her tongue between his lips and coiled it with an almost feverish eagerness against his. At the same time she seemed to be melding her body even more closely to his, allowing him to feel every delightful curve and contour of its gently writhing shape.

As the kiss progressed, Steve removed his hand from her bottom, taking it to the back of her neck to look for the head of the concealed zip that ran down the back of her dress. Easily finding the small clasp at its head he began to slowly ease it downwards, the faint rasp of tooth upon tooth seeming unnaturally loud.

To his delight she seemed to arch her shoulders blades together to allow him a greater freedom of movement. Still moving slowly and patiently, he gently dragged the clasp past the thin band of her bra and then began to run his fingers over the tautly drawn strap in a search for the clasp that held the garment in place about her breasts.

The realisation that she was wearing a front fastening bra brought a spasm of disappointment but he continued to let his fingers rove over the thin binding before again turning his attention to the zip. Moving with the same slowness as before, he dragged it down a short distance further as far as the inward curve of her spine.

Sara could feel her dress loosening about her but for some reason his boldness brought no threat or fear and she squirmed back against him when she felt him pull her close to him. The feel of his fingertips roving over the bare skin of her back somehow seemed to be a natural complement to the passion of the moment and she felt a sense of regret when he ended their kiss to take his mouth a short distanceback and then returned his fingers bck to the thin band of her bra to run them from one side to the other in a repeating sequence.

"I have to hold you properly," he murmured, his fingers pulling at the strap of her bra and then freeing it to let it spring back against her.

It was an action that made his meaning clear and Sara looked at him in surprise, her mind taking a little while to absorb his words. Looking about her for the first time for a while, she saw that the other couples were still heavily engaged in kissing one another and that the woman who was sat straddling her partner's legs had removed her blouse as well as her bra to leave her breasts fully exposed to her partner's gaze and the clasp of his hands.

To Sara's eyes the woman's breasts seemed small and hung limply and, although she was certain that hers were rounder, fuller and far more attractive, she felt it would be nice to receive that reassurance. She knew that the only man who could do that was the black man she had just been kissing and felt a strange shiver of excitement along with a sudden, almost desperate need for her breasts to be held and kissed properly without the barrier of her clothing.

Her eyes returned to Steve who kissed her gently on her lips. Again the stark, contrasting colour of his skin came into focus as did the thickness of his lips, lips that had brought such pleasure as he had been kissing her.

"Not here. Not in front of everyone. Just the two of us. Together. On our own."

Steve's whispered words hung in the air between them and she was certain that no one else had heard them. Her breasts felt heavy and yet tender with a warm glow burning deep within the twin mounds of flesh and she knew then that she wanted nothing more than to feel him hold their naked form.

The thought was dangerous and foolish and she was fearful not only because no one but David had ever held her in such a way but also because of the threat she saw in his blackness. Yet, irrationally, those same fears concealed a challenge and a dangerous, enticing appeal.

Torn, with her mind in turmoil, Sara stared at the black man's face for a long almost interminable time. As she did so she was conscious of the electric charge of desire still building within her bosom and of a new spurt of moisture springing to her groin but she remained silent and immobile until she saw him raise his eyebrows questioningly.

"Please."

Another long moment of silence passed as they continued to look at one another. It was Sara who eventually made the first move. Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from him, breaking free from his arms to look long into his eyes again before at length taking one of his hands in hers and stepping towards the open doorway behind them.

Immediately they had passed into the hall they turned with a mutual understanding to kiss one another on the lips. This was a kiss of tenderness but one that could not disguise their underlying passion. As they kissed, Steve sidled down the hall and Sara let herself follow him until they reached the door of her room. She had not known that he had seen her go through it earlier in the evening and hesitated for a long second or two when she saw him reach out to turn the handle and push the door back on its hinges. Then, with their lips still locked together, he pulled her more tightly him and stepped backwards, taking her with him until they were standing in her bedroom,

Slamming the door shut behind them, they wound their arms around one another and let the fiery passion of their kiss mount again in a clear expression of a need that was mounting rapidly. With their lips meshed together and the air passing freely through their mouths from one set of lungs to the other, their tongues started to twist together with a new fervour. It was a kiss that prolonged itself with neither of them wanting to break the unique and dazzling bond they had established.

Eventually the intensity of their kiss began to lessen, but only slowly as they dragged the air through their noses to feed their starving lungs. Then, leaving his lips touching hers in a moist but still sumptuous bond, Steve moved away from her but only to give himself room to lift his hands and start to ease her dress off her shoulders in a slow movement that left them both feeling tense and nervous, he in the expectation that soon he was to see the full beauty of the young blonde's body and Sara in the knowledge that, desperate as she was to receive his approval of her body, the caress of his hands moving freely over her could only add to the sublime pleasure she had already found with him. It was a prospect that, until now, had been far beyond the bounds of possibility but now it was becoming a reality and she felt a shiver of eager anticipation that heightened even further her already massively inflamed state of arousal and physical desire.

Sara had sensed that he had already dragged the zip at the back of her dress to its lowest point but was unable and unwilling to raise any objection even when she felt its collar slip sideways to her shoulder. Breaking the close intimacy of their embrace, he drew his body away from hers and rested his hands upon her shoulders while at the same time taking hold of the collar of her dress between his fingers.

The young couple, the powerful black man and the pale but beautiful blonde, looked deeply and unsmilingly into one another's eyes. Lost in the intensity of his gaze and the deep hazel tones of his pupils, Sara was the first to move. Hesitantly she dropped her hands and arms to her sides to stand almost rigid before him. She knew she was breathing hard but was unable to help herself as she felt and saw his hands began to ease their way down her arms, dragging her dress slowly with them to show first her collar bones, their white tones broken by the powder blue straps of her bra as it dropped to the silken cups that held her breasts in place, and then the first swollen curves of her breasts as they arched away from her upper chest.

Steve slowed his movements, allowing the curvature of her breasts to come into view only gradually before, overcome with a sudden impatience, dragging the garment forcefully lower before releasing his grip of the material to let her dress fall to the floor and form a red pool about her feet and ankles.

To his delight he saw that, if anything, the young blonde had a body that was even more statuesque than he had imagined even though her dress had been cut enticingly about its shapely form to do little to disguise its elegant and generous curves. Her breasts, clad only in the thin silken covering of her bra, formed two separate and proud domes that were full and round without being over large. It was clear that the pale blue silk of its cups served less for support and more for decoration and protection: he was able to see the circles of her areolas showing through the flimsy material while her straining nipples were projecting firmly to form two small tents in the tightly drawn cups. He also saw that her waist narrowed elegantly before her body widened again to her hips to give it an hour glass shape, Her panties, matching her bra both in their delicate tones and in the fineness of their silk, were shaped tightly to the gentle curves of her tummy and the prominent bulge of her mons but, where he had been able to see her nipples clearly through the containing cups of her bra, the tights she was wearing prevented him from seeing either the skin of her tummy or the thatch of hair covering the commanding shape of her mound.

Steve let his eyes drift lower to take in the tapering curves of her thighs. They were round and strongly shaped with the undulations of their well-defined muscles forming an exciting tableau. Their rich appeal as well as the promise inherent in their shape was emphasised by the dark valley between them, formed as she held her legs together, while the contoured undulations of their muscles left enticing hollows and indentations in the smooth flesh as the twin pillars narrowed gracefully to the rounded points of her knees. Her knees, dainty and pleasing to the eye, surmounted the elegant swollen forms of her calves before narrowing to the slender shapes of her ankles which were losing themselves in the sea of red that was her discarded dress.

Steve's eyes returned to her face and they exchanged shy, almost secret smiles as he reached out to her to cup her breasts within the palms of his hands. He could feel them rising and falling under his hands as she breathed deeply and they were both aware of a sensitivity that had not been there before. To Steve the flesh of her breasts felt smooth beneath the thin silk of her bra, their softness obvious but disguising an innate firmness while, for Sara, his hands had acquired a new intensity, a tactile charm that brought a renewed surge of heat to the twin mounds.

Now, moving slowly, he loosened his hold of her breasts and moved his fingers to the small bow that rested in the deep valley between her breasts. It concealed the clip he had known was there and he toyed with it for a long moment, granting her time to object if she so wished. Facing no protest or resistance, Steve suddenly moved quickly to separate the two parts of the clip in a single dexterous movement of his skilled fingers.

Somehow Sara managed to resist the impulse to cover his hands with hers and made no attempt to draw the now loose cups of her bra back in place to conceal her now nearly naked breasts from him. Instead she stood motionless, allowing him to slowly ease the two triangles of fine silk aside and draw its two straps over her shoulders, down the length of her arms to drag the whole garment away from her and drop it on the floor beside them.

Sra looked at Steve nervously, needing his approval before she could fully accept the immensity of what was happening. To her relief, his reaction was instantaneous.

"God You are so lovely," he said, his voice hoarse but his eyes alight with admiration and full of delight with the vision of beauty posed before him.

"So lovely," he repeated, stretching his hands towards her.

Wide-eyed and with a flutter that was part fear and part excitement racing within her heart, Sara watched his black hands coming ever-closer but, although ready, even anxious, to feel his intimate caress, she was still unable to prevent herself from flinching backwards when she saw and felt them touch against her breasts for the first time.

The contact was surprisingly gentle and she relaxed again, glad to grant him the freedom to curl his hands around the twin domes. His touch was light and reassuring. It was enough to ease the heavy weight while at the same time heighten the glow of pleasure that seemed to have been lying entrapped within their flesh for so long. The thrill was real and exciting but, beyond that, she was utterly entranced by the sight of his black hands on her naked breasts. His hands were not those of her fiancé but of a stranger and were alien in colour but the contrast they made against the alabaster tones of her skin exercised an exotic and magnetic charm that was as unique as it was irresistible.

Still moving cautiously, Steve used his fingers to gently squeeze the full flesh of her breasts, crushing them briefly but firmly before easing the pressure to let the twin domes spring back into their natural round shape. Admiring the resilience he had found, he repeated his action, but this time more forcefully as he squashed her breasts tightly within the grip of his hands before again easing the pressure but only to let his fingers move slowly over the smooth surface of their white skin and test the firmness he could feel beneath the soft, protective outer cushion of the full, round mounds.

As he did so, their mouths and tongues met again. It was a shared and instinctive response and an expression both of her pleasure and of his gratitude and admiration. The kiss, light in pressure but expressive of their growing passion, prompted him to direct the balls of his thumbs to her nipples. They were already standing erect, projecting like small, blunt nosed pyramids from the faintly dimpled surface of her areolas standing at the summit of the round surface of each breast but they grew further under the persuasive movement and they were both conscious of the small but prominent buds firming up even further with Sara feeling a new sensitivity that was sweet in every way.

Sara lifted he hands to his face to hold his mouth against hers only to feel a spasm of disappointment when she felt his hands drop away from her breasts, leaving her longing for a resumption of the same embrace. In an attempt to encourage him to take hold of them again, she tried to increase the pressure of her lips on his. As she did so she was vaguely conscious that his hands were still between them and that they seemed to be moving hurriedly but without touching her in any way but it was only when he heard him trying to speak against her lips that she broke her mouth free to look at him.

"Help me," he whispered in a pleading tone. "I want to take my shirt off. I have to feel you against me. Properly!"

Sara did not hesitate. Her hands joined his on his chest and her fingers moved in unison with his over the front of his shirt, intertwining as they tugged at its buttons to drag them away from their retaining holes and pull the two sides of the garment apart to expose the deep black skin of his strong chest. Sara saw straight away that Steve was a well-muscled man but more captivating was the ebony colour of his skin, so dark in its hue, that it made a compelling and appealing contrast against the pallor of her fingers.

As the lowest button came free Sara saw that his shirt was still held within the band of his trousers. Without thought, she immediately undid the button at the head of his fly and hastily drew it apart but it was only as she saw his trousers descending over the black pillars of his thighs that she realised the enormity of what she had done.

Despite this moment of alarm, she thrilled to the feel of his hands clutching again at her breasts and let her eyes dwell on the distinct and protruding bulge straining at the close fit of his jockey shorts. Its form and shape were undisguised, its length and hardness seeming like a thick pole that was seeking freedom from the tautly drawn material. Staring at it with ever increasing curiosity and, unable to take her eyes away from it, she saw it twitch as though throbbing with its own life beneath the tight protection of the white cotton that was keeping it captive and hidden.

Sara's initial concern evaporated as quickly as it had come to be replaced by a dazzling sense of personal gratification. To know that it was she alone who had inspired him to this highly aroused state was incredibly flattering. She revelled in the knowledge that it was she who had caused him to lose all control of himself. The fact that this strong black man was wholly incapable of concealing his desire for her as a woman, even though she was of another race, gave her an amazing sense of power. This newfound knowledge together with the discovery that she had the feminine appeal to have become the focus of his desire was gratifying in a way she had never thought possible, giving her a new and heightened awareness of the power of her physical attraction as a woman. It was remarkably satisfying and hugely rewarding even though she was fully aware of the dangers involved.

Despite her curiosity about what his erection might be like and how it would compare with the only other man she had ever known, she somehow managed to resist a very real urge to let her hands drift lower in the direction of the rigid hardness of his manhood. Instead she slid them upwards over his chest, pushing his shirt aside and exposing his chest. His strength was obvious. It was clear from the bulging shape of his muscles and the absence of any spare fat that this was a man who kept himself fit. Her hands seemed small in comparison, dainty and delicate, but, more than this, she marvelled at the sheer brilliance of the contrast made between her white skin and the deep black of his. The chiaroscuro effect was almost dazzling in its appeal with her pale hands seeming to show with illuminated brilliance against the black sheen of his body.

Sara pushed the collar of his shirt over his shoulders before loosening her hold of it to let her hands move on behind his neck as the garment slid down over his arms to fall to the floor and add to the growing bundle of their discarded clothing.

Steve moved his own hands on her hips and pulled her towards him as he took a small step forward. Sara looked down between their bodies and prepared herself for the new and even more intimate embrace she now wanted to share with him. Although captivated by the appeal of his strong masculine form when compared with the gentle but seductive curves of her woman's body, it was the extraordinary magnetism of the stark but striking contrast between his black skin and the pale bloom of hers that was most compelling.

With a precision that was as carefully judged as it was exciting, Steve positioned their bodies so that the first contact they made was when the tips of her protruding nipples touched against the bare skin of his chest. For both of them the sight and feel of that first touch was unbelievably exciting with the sweetness of the tactile pleasure it was giving them seeming to acquire a new emphasis because of the harsh but luminous appeal of the visual contrast between the ebony blackness of his skin and the pure white tones of hers.

Acting almost instinctively, Sara moved her body closer to his, arching her lower body forwards as she did so to press her groin against the straining might of his erection before he drew their bodies tightly together as they kissed with a fervour that spoke eloquently of the ever increasing levels of pleasure they were sharing.

Although David had never kissed her in this way, Sara could not help but marvel for a brief moment about how it now seemed so natural for she and Steve to be using their tongues and lips in this way. It may have been no more than an intuitive response to the passion that had been growing and developing between them but now she found it an easy and intuitive response to close her mouth over his upper lip and pull at it in a series of sucking movements as he used his own mouth in the same way to draw at her lower lip.

Their kiss, the feel of the naked mounds of her breasts crushed against the masculine strength of his bare chest and the power of his manhood pressing hard and forcefully into the face of her tummy all seemed to add to the glory of the moment causing Sara to feel a pang of disappointment when Steve took his mouth from hers to drop to his knees in front of her.

The irritation was minor and short-lived as he immediately wrapped his arms behind her waist and buried his head between her breasts. Looking down at the hairless crown of his head seemed only to emphasise even further the almost intoxicating impact of the colour contrast between them. The round black dome resting between the round white domes of her breasts created an effect that was almost radiant in its brilliance prompting her to place her hands around his head to hold it securely in place against her.

It was an exotic vision, compelling and sensational. The sheer dynamism of its appeal was almost irresistible but, if the image was also entirely alien as well as fiercely challenging, Sara knew that this was a challenge she had to accept.

Sara held the black man's head tight against her chest before helping him to move it to her left breast which he kissed moistly before rubbing the tip of his tongue over the smooth surface of its white and tightly drawn skin and then rubbing it over the firm nub of her nipple. He teased it vigorously with a rapid licking movement, his actions heightening the sensations of pleasure that were already consuming her sense of well-being as they radiated through her body from the inner depths of the full mound of flesh. It was then that he pursed his lips to suck the sensitive button between them to suck fiercely at it but a moment later he positioned his teeth on the firm shape to bite gently at it in a way that intensified even further the new and dazzling physical joy she was experiencing.

As he did so she became conscious of his hands holding the cheeks of her bottom. Suddenly she sensed from the smooth warmth of his grip that he had rolled her tights and panties down and was holding the bare flesh of the two round domes of her buttocks clasped within his palms.

Sara's instincts were screaming at her to protest but, for reasons she could not understand, the words refused to come to her mouth. Instead she remained still, unable to breathe as she felt him begin to roll the two garments down over the shapely cheeks of her bottom and ease them slowly over her thighs to her knees before carefully dragging them down to her ankles.

For the first time in her life Sara was being undressed by a man. It was a brand new experience and strangely rewarding and she obediently responded to his tugging motion by lifting first one foot and then the other to allow him full freedom to complete the removal her tights and panties from her legs.

Sara was naked, completely naked. It was another first for her. She had not only been undressed by a man for the very first time but was now also standing completely naked before a man for the first time in her life.

A shiver of apprehension ran through her body and the breath she had been holding escaped from her lungs in a long, drawn-out gasp. It was matched by a faint moan from Steve who was also about to achieve a first as he was now certain beyond any doubt that soon he was to have his first white woman.

Once again Sara became conscious of the impact made by the way her white skin was showing against the ebony blackness of his. The luminosity seemed almost magical and she relaxed again, thrusting her breast towards him to encourage him to take a greater part of it within the moist cavern of his mouth as he sucked fiercely at the yielding mound of flesh.

Encouraged, Steve started to slide his hands slowly but smoothly up from her ankles and over the curves of her calves to reach the backs of her knees. Here they dallied for a long moment before resuming their lazy journey over the backs of her thighs, easing up over the gradually widening expanse of flesh until they at last reached their uppermost parts just short of their meeting point with the twin globes of her bottom.

Sara felt a thrilling tremor of anticipation. It was beyond her control and impossible to restrain and she knew that she had at last accepted that, in following Steve into her bedroom, she had agreed that they would have sex together: in letting him lead her through the door she had known and now fully accepted that it could only lead to only one conclusion. It would be the natural culmination to all that had gone before and was the only possible answer to the ache of longing that seemed to have been growing within her for so long.

The knowledge that the dénouement was nearly upon her brought thoughts of her fiancé flashing through her mind and with them came a resurgence of her in-built and long held fears about black people. They were fleeting thoughts, quickly lost in the glorious physical sensuality she was feeling. Her physical need was too great. It was consuming her and overrode all that was rational in her mind. Hers had become a need that demanded satisfaction but David was not there to fulfil it. Instead of being with him she was with another man and he was a black man. It was he, a black man and not her fiancé, who had brought her to this highly aroused state. His desire for her was as real and obvious as her own need had become urgent.

All of a sudden, the whole idea of making love to another man seemed to stimulate the intensity of her physical craving. It had acquired a daring attraction that was undeniable while the thought of being with a black man had an exotic element of danger and excitement that seemed to add a new and thrilling dimension to the already heightened force of her yearning desire.

Knowing now that she was more than ready to accept the inevitability of what was soon to happen, the prospect lost its fear and the contempt she had always felt for it. Instead she was actively looking forward to it. The knowledge that she was soon to find the physical gratification she was longing for sharpened her already highly honed curiosity about what it would be like to have another man make love to her and brought into even sharper focus her curiosity about what it would be like to have a black man enter her body and take her. They were concepts that had been far beyond the bounds of credibility but now they were on the point of becoming a reality and she felt a shiver of eager anticipation that heightened even further her already massively inflamed state of arousal and physical desire.

Until now Sara had kept her legs pressed tightly together but she had been acutely conscious of Steve's fingers stroking lightly over the smooth, soft skin at the back of each thigh. They were rolling over the curves of flesh at their highest point, teasing her with their persuasive caress. She sensed them easing towards one another, feeling them meet together in the wide but shallow recess of the tightly closed valley formed by the meeting point of her thighs before gliding upwards a short distance to come to rest in the circular hollow where her thighs joined with the base of her body so close to the vital focal point of her femininity.

Taking a deep breath, she warily moved one foot away from the other, separating her legs wide enough to draw her thighs slightly apart. She was telling him that she was ready to allow him the freedom to ease his fingers between her thighs and reach the haven of her womanhood, . It was a haven she was now only too happy to surrender to him and she waited nervously with bated breath to feel the caress of another man's fingers against the soft petals of the lips sheltering the innermost secrets of her woman's chute of love.

Moving quickly, not wanting to give her time to change her mind, Steve pushed his fingers between the plump rolls of flesh at the head of her thighs. His first touch of the sacred lips of her sheath was gentle and no more than a quick, gliding movement of his finger over the moist folds. It was so light and short-lived that, although sensing a tremor of delight, Sara was far from sure that she had in fact felt anything.

Biting her lip fretfully, Sara longed for reassurance that she had not imagined it. She felt an almost desperate urgency to feel him touch her again and bring to fruition this most intimate of caresses. To her relief, the wait was brief and she released her breath in a long-drawn out sigh as she felt him rest the length of his finger along the line of her lips. It lay there unmoving but with a slight pressure being exerted against the soft but prominent folds of sodden flesh.

Steve was overjoyed to feel the heat of her womanhood burning against his finger and was thrilled to feel of the smooth oil of her love juices coating his finger. They were warm and seemed to be flowing freely in a way that told him more eloquently than words of the young white woman's high state of arousal and of her readiness to have him within her body. There could be no doubt now that she was willing to set the ultimate seal on their union as a man and a woman --- a black man and a white woman.

Sara let a faint moan of pleasure escape as she felt his finger begin to slide backwards and forwards over the length of her lips, slipping easily from back to front and from front to back in a repeating cycle that sent waves of pleasure radiating through her body. Her lips felt soft and pliant under his finger, their silken faces sodden with the thick coating of the honeyed and smoothly textured love fluids e seeping freely from her.

As his movements continued, he started to vary the pressure he was bringing to bear against the moist petals, sometimes rubbing forcefully and sometimes with but the lightest of touches in a way that served to enhance even further the sheer sensuality of his skilled but sensitive caress.

It was a caress he continued for a long time, his finger moving restlessly along the vulnerable crease to send an endless chain of scintillating pleasure raging through Sara's body. They were almost rapturous in their effect on her. At last, after stroking delicately but enthrallingly at the moist maw of her secret womanhood for what seemed an eternity, she felt his finger bend and its tip slip with astonishing between the soft folds of her lips and press itself inside her sheath for the first time.

Another moan came from Sara's mouth, a moan of undiluted delight prompted by the feel of his finger easing its way into her body, pushing between the shelter of her pliant lips to enter her highly aroused chamber of passion and love. The lubrication provided by the honeyed smoothness of her oils allowed him to enter her with effortless ease and, almost immediately, he started to roll the round tip of his finger over the cushioned softness of her inner walls in exploration of the treasured inner secrets she had made free for him.

The inner walls of her sheath felt moist and heated against Steve's finger and their surface slightly textured. The balm of her juices aided and smoothed his deft movements helped him to test and explore the sacred delights of the young white woman's love sheath. To their shared delight, they seemed to fit closely about his finger with the sweet, cushioned inner faces of her hot and moist channel soft and yielding to his touch.

In a state of almost rapturous delight, Sara looked down upon Steve's head. She was still using both hands to hold it securely in its place and pressed tightly to her breasts. Her fingers, spread about the black dome, showed in a stark but incredibly exciting contrast to the colour of his skin. It was an image that was almost overwhelming in its impact, both exotic and daring, and she felt a tremor of wanton pleasure tumble through her body as she looked at the vision before her eyes and felt his finger making its way ever deeper within the sacred recess of her body. She could feel it bending and turning slightly as it made its exploration, pushing at the glowing heat of her inner walls and stroking at their soft surface in a caress that was as persistent as it was all-powerful.

The feel of Steve's finger working its magic within her and the euphoria of the sensations now racing through her body in a raging tumult of excitement were all that she had been craving for, certainly since she had felt his hands on her bottom and the hardness of his erection burgeoning against her tummy when they had been dancing and perhaps even since she had first seen the admiration in his eyes as he had been appraising her body while sitting opposite her in the pub.

In a sudden, unexpected movement, Steve slid his finger free from the succulence of the chamber she had made his and rose to his feet. Standing in front of her, he dragged his jockey shorts down over his legs, peeling them from his body in a single smooth action and pulling his socks off his feet at the same time to add them to the now complete bundle of their discarded clothes.

Unable to help herself, Sara stared at the length of his now fully exposed manhood. For some illogical reason, its dark black colour took her by surprise but she quickly saw that the ebony tones, strange and new to her, seemed to add something to its strength. His erection, strident and vivid, was projecting proudly from his body as a sturdy pole, long and thick and capped with the large purple globe of his glans. The skin covering much of its length was tightly drawn to give an added sheen to its blackness whilst the skin stretched out immediately beneath his helmet seemed almost to shine in the light while also emphasising the bulky blossoming of the purple orb at its head. The dome itself, rich in colour, was marked with a deep crease at its front and by the narrow but distinct black slit at its head from which she knew she was soon to draw his seed into her body.

Unsurprisingly because of its colour, it was unlike anything Sara had ever seen before but it held a magnetic attraction that made her long to reach out and take it in her hands to explore and test its strength and assess its potent force. While debating with herself whether she had the courage to place her hand around it, Steve stepped forward and swept her into his arms to cover her mouth with his in a kiss that was both tender and passionate at the same time.

Sara wrapped her arms behind Steve's neck to hold his face against hers and returned his kiss with the same tender passion, all the time moulding her body to his and thrilling to the feel of his naked manhood pressing heatedly against the face of her tummy. Its strength was undeniable, so too its hardness and the urgency of its need for her obvious.

Feeling him raise his foot from the floor and thrust his knee between her thighs, she immediately spread her legs further apart and felt him slowly bend his knee ever higher between them. The feel of his slightly coarse skin against the soft and tender inner faces of her thighs had an erotic charm of its own, a charm that increased as his knee inched steadily higher. Every nerve end beneath her skin seemed to be glowing in pleasure. With a heightening sense of anticipation she let his knee and thigh force her own thighs further apart until, at last, it came to rest against the soft base of her upper body, the soft, soaked and vulnerable mouth at the vital core of her womanhood.

An involuntary moan of pleasure came from the back of Sara's throat, losing itself in the cavern of Steve's mouth as their tongues twisted together in their dance of love. The feel of his erection throbbing demandingly against her tummy and the rubbing movement of his thigh against the sodden softness of her femininity was enthralling. Making no attempt to conceal her delight, she undulated the face of her tummy against the heated thickness and pulsing length of his hard shaft.

It was a response that prompted Steve to bend at the knees and force them both between her thighs. As he did so, he dropped his hands to grab the cheeks of her bottom. Then, using his superior strength, he started to straighten his legs while at the same time pulling forcefully at her backside.

Although it was something she had never done before but recognising almost immediately what the black man was demanding of her, Sara stood on her toes and with an athletic grace raised one foot from the floor to place it behind his back before repeating the movement with her other foot. With both of her legs now wrapped around him, Steve straightened his legs, raising himself to a full standing position and relying on his strength, his grip about her backside and the tightening clasp of her legs around his waist to hold her safely in position.

Both of them knew full well that the essential core of her femininity was no more than an inch or so away from his powerful source of life and that, in that position, her love sheath was being held open in readiness for the reception of his hard rod. The knowledge was almost intoxicating in its effect but, although she was as impatient to have him enter her as he was to press his hard shaft inside her, they remained unmoving, silently looking deeply into one another's eyes for a long moment before their mouths met together in a soft kiss of mutual understanding and shared promise.

The kiss was brief and again they stared silently into each other's eyes. Still holding his gaze, Sara felt the pressure of his hands under the domed muscles of her bottom lessening in what she knew was an attempt to lower her body to meet his. She let herself follow him, gradually lowering the delta of her body towards the upright strength of his manhood but, with a suddenness that was wholly unexpected, her mind was struck with a sense of nervousness and fear. Her response was immediate. She tightened the grip of her arms around his neck and the clasp of her thighs around his waist and somehow managed to lift the base of her body away from him.

With the wisdom born of his long experience, Steve waited for a moment before again squeezing at the cheeks of her bottom and letting his hands drop lower. This time, as Sara let her body follow his, her fear had mysteriously evaporated. In its stead she felt a glorious sense of eager expectancy as she allowed herself to follow his hands.

Their movements were almost painstakingly slow but this seemed only to heighten their shared sense of anticipation. Biting anxiously at her lower lip, she let herself sink ever lower until, with a startled gasp, she came to feel the round head of his helmet touching for the first time against the pliant folds of soft flesh that stood as sentinels sheltering access to her hungry and heated chute of love. It came as a sudden and unexpected shock, startling her so much that she hurriedly lifted herself away from him, breaking the contact between the moist petals of her sheath and the hard dome of his glans.

The separation was brief. Almost immediately she lowered body again, restoring herself to her earlier position to experience a new and heightened thrill as she felt the satin softness of the lips of her womanhood once more coming into contact with the velvet smooth skin of his bulging helmet. The feel of it pressing against her was exquisite, Moving carefully, she pressed her lips down more tightly against the round dome before beginning to gently move the base of her body backwards and forwards over it in a way that allowed the distinctive bulb at the head of his erection to rub along the whole length of the soft and sodden folds of super-sensitive flesh.

Sara's movement had been an automatic response to the feel of him touching against the sacred sentinels to her woman's inner body. It was a caress that was new to her and was sending unprecedented shivers of sheer pleasure coursing through her body, prompting her to continue with her movements over the cushioned head of his glans. Her love juices were flowing freely, enhancing the luxury of the moment as she continued to slide the lips of her secret recess over and against him. Certain that he could feel the honeyed warmth of her fluids, she knew that they would be coating the head of his manhood with their smooth liquid softness.

It was supremely exciting and made her even more aware of her own high state of arousal and the urgency of her own physical desire. With growing confidence and moving with deliberate care as she sought to augment even further the exquisite thrill, she repeated her movements, easing the trunk of her body towards and away from him to stroke the length of her sodden lips against the bulging shape of his glans and let every part at the mouth of her womanhood sense and feel its shape and padded hardness.

The sweetness of the caress seemed somehow to accentuate the underlying hardness of his rod and emphasise its strength and masculine virility. Gradually increasing the pressure she was bringing to bear against his head as she savoured the precious contact they had forged, she let out a loud gasp, partly as an expression of her own pleasure but more in acknowledgement of Steve as a man and the demanding, even compelling power of his manhood.

It was the signal he had been waiting for and he lowered the hands supporting her body but only by a short distance. It was a movement that was unexpected and Sara was unable to prevent her weight from following him. Cleverly, he had timed his movement to that brief moment when his glans was poised at the mid-point of her lips. His action forced her lips to part under the increased weight of her body pressing down upon the head of his glans causing them to slip over and around the huge plum of his swollen and heated helmet.

Sara started away in surprise and panic but not far enough to let the head of his glans completely free. Despite her alarm, the vibrant feel of him had prompted delightful shock waves of pleasure. They were sweet and of such enormous appeal as to force her to remain still and unmoving, wholly unwilling to break the precious contact they had established.

Steve's eyes held hers. She saw a pleading in them that made her forget her fears and she slowly eased her body lower, restoring herself to her former position and feeling the soft outer face of the bulging plum of his helmet parting and stretching the sodden folds of her quivering lips.

Sara froze again as she came to feel that the whole conical shape of his dome had penetrated between the soft inner muscles of her channel of love, spreading her and filling her with its strength. The swollen might of his glans seemed to be sending a new and tangible pleasure radiating through her. Cautiously, experimentally, she flexed the pliable inner walls of her sheath about it and thrilled to the feel of the rim at its base etching its hard shape into the soft and sensitive inner flesh at the mouth of her eager and yearning chute.

Moaning out loud again, she crushed he mouth against his, thrusting her tongue forward to let it twist joyously with his in a sinuous dance of mutual bliss.

As their kiss ended and with Sara acutely conscious of the beat of life throbbing through his glans and reverberating against her inner walls, Steve took his mouth from hers to look once more into her eyes. Again he eased his hands lower and again she held herself away from him but then, without thought and with her face pale in nervous uncertainty, she eventually let the base of her body follow his hands.

Now she felt him slowly but surely penetrating deeper within her. With her initial alarm quickly disappearing, she was taken by surprise by the ease with which she was able to take this new and black manhood inside her body. The blunt head of his glans pushed ever higher, spreading the sumptuous softness of her inner walls apart as it opened her ever wider. The sensation was scintillating in a way she had never thought possible. She let out a groan of sheer delight as she felt her inner muscles stretching readily, their natural elasticity and the honeyed lubrication of her love juices allowing him to enter her with a silken ease to add to the wonderful waves of joy now beginning to overwhelm her as they radiated from the heady point of union to flow luxuriously through her body and mind.

Yet again Sara emitted a moan of appreciative pleasure and kissed him on the mouth with a fervour that spelt not only of her ever-increasing passion but also of her gratitude and readiness to surrender all to the black man who was now her lover. She knew that, although he already seemed to be filling her, there was more of him to take into her body. At that moment it was something she craved more than anything else in the world. She wanted to and had to take the whole of him, his complete, solid length and his full hard girth deep within the soft chamber of her woman's love.

Without any further prompting from Steve, she slowly lowered the trunk of her body, taking the might of his manhood ever higher and ever deeper within the lush inner sanctuary of her woman's body. His rod was certainly thicker and perhaps a little longer than that of her fiancé but it also seemed stronger, harder and more powerful. The splendid might of his steel hard mast seemed to be burning and throbbing deep within her with a life of its own that was irresistible and beyond any magic. It had become an essential part of her body, vital to her well-being.

Guided by her woman's instinct even though it was something she had never done before, she shaped the opulent sumptuousness of her inner muscles about him, undulating and rotating her abdomen as she did so in a way that thrilled them both with its sense of abandoned sensuality. Sara was sure beyond any doubt that she was wanted and was ready to gift her body totally and completely to this black man whose vibrant shaft was lodged far within the secret inner depths of her body. She wriggled and rolled her inner self in passionate joy about its pulsating and living strength, shaping her inner-self about it. Varying the weight she was bringing to bear on it, her lower body writhed with subtle movements as she sought o reposition it within her and helped it to fill her to the absolute limit with its hard and virile strength.

The sensations she was experiencing were more rewarding and more blissful than anything she had known before. They were taking her to new heights of sublime pleasure but suddenly they stated to gather in force, their potency increasing at an incredible speed to destroy her concentration and overpower her with their intensity.

Throwing her head back, she groaned out loud and ground her inner body down against and around the strength and force of his magnificent black shaft. It was this that was the source and cause of the volcanic eruption within her, taking her to realms of new pleasure far beyond the distant horizon of all she had ever known before. It was exquisite in every way and brought the release of a shattering climax that sent a fever of unbridled pleasure racing through every fibre of her being. She was being consumed by wave after wave of utter rapture. They were rolling through her in a magical torrent that was taking her to unbelievable heights of joy.

It was the like of which she would never have thought possible but this black man had helped her to scale new heights to attain the triumph of a wondrous climax. The sublime sensations of her lavish climax consumed her totally, in body as well as in mind. She surrendered herself to them happily and with gratitude. Faint mewling sounds of undisguised pleasure escaped from the back of her throat and her head was arched back with her mouth wide open and her eyes tight shut. Her body was writhing uncontrollably, causing the walls of her sheath to ripple tightly over the whole length and thickness of Steve's black shaft as he watched with awed delight as she savoured the shocks and after-shocks of her intense climax for what seemed to be an eternity.

At long last Sara felt her senses start to return to some semblance of normality and as the tremors within her began to subside, she placed her mouth over his for her tongue to feather over his in a kiss that, although light and lacking in force, was both sensuous and passionate. At the same time she ensured that his manhood remained embedded deep within her and continued to move her inner self about its upright strength, closing and compressing the heated softness of her inner muscles about the solid pole as she held it tight within the cushioned softness of the chamber of love that was now his.

Steve took a short step backwards, taking Sara with him. She kept her arms and legs wound tight about his neck and body, squashing the lush mounds of her full, white breasts against the muscled hardness of his black chest. As she did so, her still squirming body allowed her to manoeuvre her inner sheath around the strident force of his powerful erection that still rose high within her as she shaped the slick and sodden tightness of the inner sleeve of love around the splendid tree of its thick and throbbing form.

Steve took another small pace backwards. The move served to emphasise the feel of the head of his thick and bulging helmet rubbing against the small dome of her cervix. Nearing the bed, he turned around slowly until he was facing into the room, The movement caused another slight change to the positioning of his rod steepling high within her. Now, with the remnants of her first climax still echoing within her, the feel of his thick and hard manhood throbbing within the soft but tight clasp of her chute carried the promise of other climaxes soon to come.

It seemed an unbelievable promise. It was an experience she had never known before and she moaned out loud in unrestrained joy as he took another step and then another. With each step he was drawing closer to the bed behind her and with each step his hard and swollen manhood seemed to caress and touch new parts of her woman's body to produce yet further spasms of joy that soared through her body and brought another new moans of pleasure from her mouth.

Steve paused when he reached the side of the bed, standing still and immobile with Sara waiting eagerly for him to lay her on the mattress and for his body to follow and come to rest upon hers. She felt an almost desperate urgency in her need to complete their physical union as a man and a woman in the only way possible and bring with it the shared satisfaction of conquest and surrender. She was desperately anxious for the fulfilment of her needs and knew that this could come only from the completion of their act of love when she eventually felt herself taking his seed into her body - taking his fertile black seed into the rich receptacle of her white body.

To her disappointment, though, Steve remained standing for a long moment even though she the cushioned softness of the inner muscles of her sheath still rippled in an enticing and encouraging rhythm around the hot, hard length of his thick mast At last he moved but only slowly as he gently lowered her to the bed. He gradually let her weight fall back with her shoulders on the mattress and her hips raised in a way that kept her body arched high as he held her bottom away from the soft surface. It was a position that left him kneeling before her but with the full might of his shaft locked erect and safe within her body as she lay before him.

A long second later and with a sudden heavy thrust of his hips, he ensured that his rod was driven as deeply and as high as possible inside her. As he did so, he lowered himself towards her until, for the first time, she took the full weight of his body on hers. Now he relaxed only to repeat the thrusting movement of his hips but without withdrawing from her by even the smallest fraction as he probed deeply within the secret fastness of her woman's body. As he did so, he used the hands he had left clasping her bottom to help her to rotate her abdomen against his in a way that enhanced even further the dazzling pleasure they were finding together in their union.

Every sensitive nerve end within Sara's body seemed to be responding with unadulterated delight to the skilled manipulation of Steve's black manhood probing deep and high inside her. It was throbbing with vibrant life, carrying a powerful promise of its own. Unable to prevent a faint whimper of pure pleasure from coming to her lips, she wriggled with all her strength against the downward pressure of his body, clasping her tight inner walls around his hard rod to hold it secure deep within the heated heartlands of her body.

Steve kissed her briefly before holding his face above hers to gaze down into her eyes. Very slowly he started to remove the length of his heavy shaft from the embrace of her heated chamber, gradually withdrawing it until only the round plum of his helmet was left within her. He paused briefly before pressing himself back to her, drawing her bottom towards him as he did so to ease his return to the embrace of her welcoming sheath.

Again he paused before relaxing the grip of his hands on the cheeks of her bottom as he started to take his rod away from her once more. As he did so, he felt her flexing her abdomen against his in a way that allowed her to clasp the cushioned walls of her moist sleeve tightly about the thick length of his pole. It was as though she was attempting to prevent its escape from the lush receptacle of her body but these were instinctive movements which she had never attempted before. They were a natural and fevered response to the power of his manhood and its importance to her and her body but they served to add even further to the glory they were sharing and embellish the pleasure that was theirs.

It was a rhythm they continued with a mutual understanding, allowing Sara to relish a sweetness of pleasure she had never known before as she took him into her body and allowed his release with a smooth and silken ease. The sensations now beginning to consume her were entirely new, bringing an extraordinary and thrilling pleasure as she took his whole length back into the inner depths of her womanhood and felt it slip free from her before it returned to her to fill her again.

With every fibre in her body focused only on the feel of his magnificent manhood riding within her, entering her time after time with sumptuous ease to spread and fill her before being withdrawn again in a rapturous rhythm, Sara felt a level of pleasure that was as dazzling as it was fulfilling. Her every action and reaction was coordinated with each movement he made. They had become one in mind as well as in body with but a single purpose in mind. There was a smooth harmony to everything they were doing. She welcomed the return of his powerful rod to the cushioned softness of the moist sleeve of her body with a contented delight, clasping the soft walls of her sheath about his strength with an undulating rippling movement of her inner muscles.

Although these were actions born of Sara's instinctive but unprecedented response to the passion they were sharing, they served to heighten the sweetness of Steve's pleasure as well her own. As he pulled her bottom up to meet his every entry she used her legs to tug his body towards hers, allowing his hard rod to enter her smoothly, the heated oils of her freely flowing love juices easing his entry as the soft inner faces of here love chute spread before the head of his glans to then close about it with a supple force that, although soft, was unbelievably sensuous.

Slowly but surely and with a shared understanding, the tempo of their movements began to increase while still remaining in perfect harmony. She welcomed his shaft into the luscious chute of her woman's love with a delight that expressed itself with supple movements of her inner sheath over and around the thick hard length of his black manhood and each time he withdrew she waited in a fever of expectation for its return to the secret fastness she was making his.

Still the cadence of their lovemaking increased even further but still the magnificent harmony of their movements to and from one another continued although now with an added urgency. Steve took the length of his rod away from the clasping tightness of her sheath before driving it back far into the welcoming sanctuary of her body as he re-entered her, each withdrawal and new penetration being met with an upward lifting of her abdomen to greet his return and a rippling contraction of her soft inner muscles about his shaft in an attempt to hold him securely within the embrace of her body.

Their movements became increasingly frenetic, fast and hard with the increasing force and energy they were both bringing to their lovemaking. He was driving his demanding black rod into her, each deep thrust seeming to push it into her body with an added power. It felt almost as though his shaft was growing bigger, harder and hotter and, knowing that his climax must be almost upon him, Sara held herself open and ready for his release, the inner walls of her sheath grasping and rippling over his rigid pole with a new but still fluid vibrancy.

Even so, the suddenness of his climax took her by surprise. His thick seed erupted from the head of his glans, flowing into her body in a powerful torrent. Sara gasped out loud, first in surprise and then in pleasure as she arched her lower hips, pelvis and stomach up towards his in an attempt to ensure that she took his love fluids deeply and freely into the furthermost reaches of her inner body. There was a heat to his thick and viscous juices as they soared into her that was as captivating and impressive as was their density and richness.

Sara held herself up to him, welcoming every surge of his seed into her body and revelled in the feel of several bursting jets of his love liquids soaking deep into the heartlands of her woman's body. She welcomed each eruption with a moan of pleasure but her greetings turned into a prolonged moan when she suddenly felt herself being overpowered by her second earth-shattering climax of the night.

With her eyes glazed over, Sara's white body started to writhe feverishly beneath his black one as the glorious and thrilling sensations began to consume her. Their sweat soaked bodies, their arms and legs still entwined about each other, collapsed contentedly together on the mattress beneath them with their fertile fluids meeting and melding deep within the sanctuary of her body to soar freely into the furthest recesses of the secret and sacred heartlands of the innermost sleeve of her woman's channel of love.

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A stray shaft of the grey light of a winter's morning drifted across Sara's face to rouse her from a deep sleep. It was dawn and Steve had made love to her and she to him another five times. Each union of their bodies had brought them both the same scintillating rewards. She had been taken to a series of sublime climaxes and had gladly welcomed him and his seed into her body for them to become an essential and living part of her existence.

Waking up and seeing the black man lying naked at her side, she smiled in remembered pleasure and gratitude before taking the limp and bent rope of his manhood into her hands. It straightened and lengthened under the movements of her hands and fingers with impressive speed before then thickening and hardening with its restoral to the full majesty of his black erection. After a moment for thought, she bent her head to it to lick its head before taking it fully into her mouth.

Despite his pleading, she had always refused to do this for her fiancé but this time it seemed right and natural. Steve's black rod, coated with the dried remnants of their amalgamated love juices, had sprung back to life with impressive speed, allowing her to taste for the first time the faintly salty and rather tart flavour of the remnants of their spent fluids. The experience led to her straddling his body and steering his black manhood into its new home within her body and was the prelude to yet another shared anf joyous climax. Once again the contrast between the black of his skin and the alabaster purity of hers was as striking as it was compulsive with the vision of his black body lying between the spread of her white thighs and the sight of his black hands cupping the fullness of her white breasts serving to heighten the joy they were finding in their latest union as a black man and a white woman.

They left their bed only when the tempting smell of frying bacon came to their noses. The expression of astonished disbelief on Marilyn' face when she saw her friend coming into the kitchen with her black lover brought another smile to Sara's face but it was only when the two young women met at work the next day that Sara was able to tell her in some detail about her adventure. Marilyn had been eager to learn whether what was said about black men was true and was a little surprised to learn that Steve was only a little bigger in size than David but, when she learned how often they had made love and how successful it had been, she decided that she would very soon find a black man to go to bed with even though this was something she had never before contemplated.

Steve and Sara left shortly after breakfast but only go back to his apartment and spend the rest of the day and much of the evening making love to one another in his bed. When they parted, Sara made it clear that, as she was due to get married only six says later, she would not be willing to see him again and told him that, although the sex between them had been nothing less than fantastic, she loved her husband to be and could not be unfaithful to him.

Despite this, Steve telephoned her a couple of times and Sara eventually and willingly found herself making her way to his apartment on the Thursday afternoon, just two days before her wedding, to again spend several wonderful and rewarding hours making love to him. When they parted late that evening and although she had to agree that the sex between them had been even better than before, she once more told him that they could not see one another again.

Although she had been certain in her mind that their affair could not continue, it took only three conversations on the phone to persuade her to see Steve again. It meant that, less than ten days after the end of her honeymoon, she found herself back in his bed and happily surrendering herself to him. As ever the sex was fulfilling and rewarding and, as usual, he took her to a series of climaxes which came with a frequency and rapidity she was never able to find with her husband.

It was true that David was a pleasing lover but he lacked the resilience, stamina and, above all, the powers of recovery that Steve was able to demonstrate time after time. Somehow, though, the sex with Steve now seemed even better than before, perhaps because of the added risks and danger involved because she was a married woman and perhaps because it felt wanton, daring and incredibly sophisticated to be a married woman engaged in an affair. Knowing that she was a man's mistress, that she was a married woman with a lover, seemed to add a thrilling layer of daring and excitement to their relationship. Beyond that, however, the fact that she was a white wife with a black lover with everything that this meant in terms of breaking the taboos of her social background added something special and dangerous to the physical and sensual thrill of having an affair with a black man.

Despite the practical difficulties involved in finding opportunities to be together and in keeping their relationship secret, their affair lasted for several months before gradually petering out. By this time, however, Sara had blossomed even more as a woman. She had become more self-assured and aware of herself as a woman while the scintillating physical experiences she had found with her black lover had made her realise the true importance of sex and the wondrous joys to be found in the act of giving herself to and taking a man. As a result, she had no qualms about entering into other relationships, even to the extent that she sometimes joined her friend, Marilyn, in some of her adventurous forays.

It was far removed from the life she had always expected to be leading and the promises she had made herself but she was never to have any regrets.

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