The next morning I met Jack at the airport. We flew up together and took a cab to our hotel. We were staying downtown on Michigan Avenue at one of the older but very posh hotels. We had a meeting room reserved where most of the negotiations took place. Jack ran the meetings while I supported him with the legal information that he needed. At the end of the first day’s meetings, I decided to go up to the gym in the hotel for a workout. They have a great workout facility with an indoor track that runs around the perimeter of the room with all of the workout equipment in the center. They also have a separate room that has a great pool and hot tub. Two sides of the room are glass and have great views of the city . Added to all of this was the fact that it was snowing. Southern girls like me are still fascinated with snow.
I had been jogging for about 45 minutes when I saw Jack come in and start his workout. While I ran in circles around the machines, I couldn’t help but admire his muscular body as he exercised. He was wearing shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt. His arms and chest looked powerful as he lifted. I was wearing a pair of black spandex running shorts and a red Nike sports bra. Two of the walls were covered with mirrors, and I could see that Jack was stealing glances of me while I ran. After the workout, Jack called me over and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him downstairs for dinner. Even though we often travel together, we rarely eat together unless we are in a group. I thought it would be okay, and we agreed to meet downstairs in an hour.
I went back to my room, stripped out of my running clothes, and took a long shower. The hot water felt great after the workout. I dried and put on my favorite powder. I pulled on a black thong and bra and decided to wear a black skirt and jacket with a blue silk camisole. I love to wear a black jacket because of the way it highlights my blonde hair, and the blue camisole makes my blue eyes sparkle. I decided not to wear stockings and wore heels. I met Jack downstairs. He was wearing a sports jacket without a tie.
We had a very good dinner with a nice bottle of wine. Jack was his usual fun self, and we did a lot of laughing and talking. Jack lifted his wine glass and toasted me as he said, “You did a really great job in the meeting today. I don’t think that I could do this without you. You wowed the other guys almost as much as you wowed me.” I felt myself blush. One couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Jack is smart , articulate, has good taste, is very pleasing to the eye, and oozes confidence. Being from the South, I felt a little strange having these thoughts. It is still considered taboo for a white girl to be with a black man, and I know my daddy would have raised an eyebrow if he saw the two of us together. Even so, I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with him, a handsome black man.
After dinner, I excused myself to go the restroom; I noticed that Jack’s eyes followed me as I walked away. Walking back to the table, I saw that Jack had ordered us both a French Coffee with Grand Marnier. We sat and talked for a good hour before he decided that it was time for him to go back to his room. I will admit that I was a little disappointed that the evening was over, but I got up and followed him to the elevator.
The good food, wine, and the after dinner drink had put me in a relaxed, mellow mood. I followed him into the empty elevator, and he pressed the button to take us up to our suites on the 25th floor. I leaned back against the wall as the door closed and halfway closed my eyes. That is when it happened. Jack moved and stood directly in front of me, took my chin in his hand, and lifted it as he guided his lips to mine. I honestly did not see it coming. Even though I was startled, I kissed him back. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer. I felt my knees go weak as I melted into his powerful body. We kissed passionately all the way up to the 25th floor. When the elevator door opened, he simply took my hand and said, “Come with me.”
We walked into his suite, and he closed the door behind him as he took off his jacket. Even though there was only a bathroom light on across the room, we could see clearly because of the outside lights that filtered through the windows. He led me across the room, took off my jacket, and gently pushed me onto the sofa. Jack said, “I have thinking about you all day. You looked so good running in the gym, and when you walked down to the restaurant wearing this, damn, I knew that I had to be with you.” I didn’t protest; it was as if I couldn’t speak. He was in charge, and I was doing whatever he wanted. He sat beside me and placed his hands on my bare shoulders. He again pulled me to him, and we kissed. He felt so strong and dominant. I know that it sounds trite, but he took my breath away.
His hands began to move up and down my body, and I responded like a high school girl in the back seat of a car. My nipples were instantly hard, and I could feel the heat growing between my legs. Jack said, “I want to touch you. I need to feel your body.” He pulled my camisole up over my breasts and began to feel me through my sheer bra. His touch was electric, and my nipples ached as he stroked them. He leaned down and kissed my neck as he skillfully unsnapped my bra with his left hand. Immediately his right hand was underneath and touching my bare skin. I held his head in my hands as he touched me, and I moaned aloud.
He released me and stood as he unbuttoned his shirt. I looked at his dark skin, muscular chest, and flat stomach and felt a desire that I had not experienced in years. I knew that I was going to be taken, and deep down, I knew that I wanted it to happen. He took my hand, and I kicked off my heels as he led me to his bed. I dropped my unfastened bra on the sofa with my jacket and camisole and undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wearing only my black thong, I sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of me and began to undress. He slid off his shirt, and I reached up and ran my hands over his muscular abdomen. I knew what I wanted and started undoing his belt. He looked down at me and smiled knowing that I was his willing partner. I undid his pants as he slid off his shoes. His pants fell down, and I sat there staring as his cock strained against his underwear. Without saying a word, I reached around him and pulled him close to me. I rubbed my face against his hardness and could feel the heat through the fabric. It was his turn to moan.
I looked up at him as I reached into his shorts and took out his cock. He looked down, his face full of lust, as I pulled out his meaty black member. His cock was heavy and thick, and the dark color only added to my excitement. He wasn’t fully erect, and already his cock was thicker than any that I had ever seen. The contrast between his dark angled body and my soft white hands was erotic. I held his black cock and started to slowly rub it against my face and hair. His dark curly pubic hair and my straight blonde hair were so different. I began to slowly kiss his cock and then began stroking him as I guided him into my mouth. He stood and watched as his cock slowly disappeared between my lips. I held his hard ass with both hands and pulled him closely as my head moved back and forth, sucking him. I love the way it feels when a man’s cock gets hard in my mouth.