At Darren’s insistence we remained naked all four days. At first I objected. My pendulous breasts at their proud youngest had never been perky and now seemed to me like next day party balloons. You know, still inflated just no longer pressing against the ceiling of a room but levitating a few inches below. I feel self conscious without some support.
“I love to watch your breasts sway, their softness you know,” he assured me. “The way your nipples point straight ahead is so sexy, you don’t know how beautiful you look.”
“I prefer wearing at least a bra and panties,” I argued, “I feel sexier in lingerie.” I never like being completely nude. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about stuff pouring out of you and running down your legs!”
“That settles it then, I like the idea of my stuff running down your legs,” Darren quipped, adding, “And this is MY castle.”
The castle was very warm, Darren said he had air conditioning but rarely used it. The cross ventilation of the gulf breeze through jalousie windows at the front and back of the house did actually keep it comfortable. We swam in the pool, cooked in the kitchen together, had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the street and the beach beyond, sat around and talked while listening to music, we even watched a movie on TV together, all in the nude. By the end of the first day I had grown completely at ease with our nudity, by the end of the fourth, the sense of freedom I got from it was incredible.
The joy on Darren’s face and the twinkle in his eyes as he watched me was probably the biggest contributor to my newfound enjoyment of being nude. I loved to catch him watching me with that smile on his face.
The other wonderful part of being nude was watching Darren’s body. So fit and taut it was all I could do to keep from constantly touching him. His smooth dark skin seemed clear of any imperfection. His scars, there were a few others besides the shoulder and face, were simply part of him. His cock was perfect, please indulge me a description here, because while I find most erections amazing, flaccid penises are often downright ugly. I mean my husband George’s seven-inch unit become a wrinkly four-inch stub when flaccid, and James’ spent monster strains downward from his body like a sock filled with overcooked peas. When erect both are splendid cocks, when soft they are penises. Darren’s erection was an upward sweeping circumcised pole, firm and dark and strong enough to support itself at an acute angle. When soft it arched straight out for the first inch or so then cleared his testicles in a graceful downward curve that barely lost size. The last third of it dangled loosely and I loved watching the burgundy colored head dance about as he walked naked around the house. After every incredible new episode of our sex he would walk to the kitchen, if we weren’t already there, to return with two glasses of something to drink. I would get wet all over again just watching the head of his penis flipping about as he approached. Perhaps I should always call his cock a cock.
The first time he pushed that deep dark pole of a cock into me was a thrill. I was on my back on the bed. We left a light on. Darren was standing at the edge with his large hands holding my thighs as if handles of a wheelbarrow. He had just been licking my pussy. His tongue on my sex felt as taut and lean as the rest of his body. I wished he would push a finger into me but he didn’t. I couldn’t bear it for long and began asking him to fuck me. He stood between my legs, his rigid pole suspended over my belly. The blackness of it was exotic. His black body looked so powerful, so beautiful. I had never been with a black man before. I was incredibly excited, the pounding of my heart echoing in my every extremity, my chest wanting more air and my skin craving more touch, but I remained still. My eyes drank in the sight of him. My vagina, already wet from his tonguing began to gush anew. I remember wondering somewhat comically to myself if after this I would ever be able to go back.
Darren leaned in and tipped his hips so his cock made contact with the skin of my lower belly then slowly pulled back dragging his cock off of me. With his hands still busy holding my legs he carefully drew the head across my tiny bikini patch of pubic hair and down along my denuded pussy lips until it was positioned at my opening. It was such sweet torture. I wanted to pull him in with my lower legs but I had given myself to his power and let him exercise it. After a brief exchange of smiles he just as slowly began pushing it into me. I could feel everything, the initial force of my vagina being stretched open, the ridge of the head passing in through the entrance and every inch of his stiff length filling me up. He was more than George, wider and bit longer, a pleasing comfortable pressure nowhere near the painful challenge of James. My comic mind made me think of Goldilocks. When Darren began to stroke out and back into me a little faster all thought vanished. I closed my eyes. He fucked me with a consistent rhythm, he fucked me hard, and he fucked me for a long time. I repeatedly opened my eyes to watch. I loved seeing that dark shaft disappear inside of me. The exotic sight of it made my swoon. He brought me very close to orgasm, so close, and he kept me there the whole time. He was torturing my senses and I began feeling the frustration of never getting closer. More than anything else I wanted to come, I needed the release. When I finally reached down with my fingers he stopped me and said, “Wait”
He pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and leaned in on them tilting my pelvis. Everything changed, the angle changed, the head of his cock pumped powerfully along my g-spot and in just a few strokes my body surrendered to the orgasm. “Harder!” I said, “Harder!” as my body began to pull and shudder. “Oh Good God!”
When my orgasm passed he pulled out and shot pearly white strings out onto my stomach. That too was beautiful. He then lowered himself onto me and we kissed as the sticky stuff between us made funny noises whenever we moved. We remained glued together kissing and laughing until we grew quiet with our faces against each other’s necks.
The next thing I knew the light of dawn was brightening the room. Darren was next to me on his side watching me. When I turned my head to look at him he said, “Good morning beautiful.”
I said “Good morning sexy man.” I rolled toward him and we kissed, my hand went down to find his cock fully rigid. “Waiting for me?”
“Roll the other way.” He said. He snaked an arm beneath and around me putting his hand on my breast and pulled me close.