1. Last Night in El Paso


    Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: Hannah_Jones, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    drink to that,” I said even though I didn’t come to think that his interpretation of a better night was somewhat different than mine. Scotch was not my favorite drink. I found it a bit too harsh but it did warm me up nicely inside when I took my first sip. Clark sat down kitty corner from me and we talked a lot about nothing as we drank from our glasses and passed the night away. By now I was getting a taste for Scotch and was taking larger gulps. We went through three or four glasses and I was feeling a bit giddy by then. And it was then that Clark made a pass at me by leaning towards me and kissing me on the lips. I moved back quickly and sat silently staring at him. “What?” he asked. “I didn’t come here for that, Clark.” “Come on Hannah. We’re both adults here. I’m sure you want it as much as I do,” he said. “Clark, I like you. You’re handsome, smart, and you are a sexy man, but to be quite honest, I’m not comfortable with this,” I tried to explain while staying short of telling him why. “What is there to feel uncomfortable about? I promise I won’t try anything you don’t want me to do.” “It’s not that.” “Then what is it?” “Please try not to take this personally, but I’ve never been with a black man before, and I just feel uncomfortable about crossing that line.” Clark looked at me with a still face for a long moment, just before he burst out with laughter. “Honey, what age are you living in? We’re living in the twenty-first century. Anything is acceptable now. Or haven’t ...
    you noticed.” My face turned beat red. I felt embarrassed to be sounding like such a prude. “I guess I sound pretty stupid, don’t I?” I said trying to express my regret for bringing it up in the first place. “No Hannah. I know where you’re coming from. You’re stuck in your little white world, afraid of trying something different because of some silly taboos. Seriously Hannah, you’re skin ain’t gonna turn black.” “Now you’re making fun of me.” “No, I’m just trying to get through to you. Hell, you might end up enjoying it a lot more than you might imagine!” “You sound pretty confident about yourself, Clark.” “I’ve been with a few white women. I think I know what they like. It’s not rocket science.” “Would you kiss me again?” I asked, feeling more curious to what he was saying. “Stand up,” he told me as he got up from his chair. I did as he asked and stood in front of him. “Take off your robe.” “But, I’m not wearing anything underneath.” “All the better. Now do as I say,” he demanded. I felt nervous as I untied the sash of my robe, but yet there was something in his dominant nature that turned me on inside. My robe opened and I let it fall from my shoulders down to the floor. “How do you feel about showing a black man your naked body?” he asked. “I’m not sure. No different I guess than showing myself to a white man.” “See? You were all uptight over nothing,” he chuckled. His voice turned softer when he said, “You’re a beautiful woman. I like your tits. I want to touch them.” He ...
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