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Blurb:
Remember those ‘first time’ jitters? Who was your first time with? How was it? Was it really anything to write home about? With the Racial strife and divide in
the Southern US, back in the 1970’s, can one find ‘true love,’ if only for a
night? And, if it is for just a
night, just how true is that love?
What if it’s with a hooker?
What if it’s a lot better than anybody ever thought possible…???
Synopsis:
A very young White Soldier at Fort Benning, Georgia, in
1979, still in training meets the object of his desire. A real life woman of his dreams, but
she’s Black! Experience this
Soldier’s first time jitters and anxiety, in sensuous, vivid detail, as they
both find and enjoy ‘the sweet taste of a moment’s love.’
Excerpt:
Instantly, I was captivated, and a little intimidated by both her age, almost 30, and her luscious beauty. The woman, and she was a real woman, not a kid, had a pleasant round face with high cheek bones that gave it depth. She was a few inches shorter than my 6’0”, but still pretty tall, I was struck by her very dark, coffee brown complexion, which seemed at odds with the flowing, shiny curls of gorgeous shoulder length hair. My palms were sweaty at the thought of getting them on her beautiful, perfectly proportioned breasts. Those breasts seemed to call to me, with each sway and bounce. Her soft white cotton dress fit her form sensationally, hugging her upper body alluringly, accentuating the breadth of her torso before tapering down to her narrow waist, then loosely flowing over the graceful, but sweeping curve of her hips. My arms wanted to circle that narrow waist, to lay my hand atop that scrumptious, perfectly developed ass, and then just pull her body to mine. To press our chests and hips together, to meld into a single being; to feel her softness pressed against my hardness. To feel the slope and curve of her back as those glorious breasts pressed against my chest. She was perhaps the most beautiful black woman I had ever met. All of these thoughts vanished quickly with my growing anxiety at my impending moment.
Instantly, I was captivated, and a little intimidated by both her age, almost 30, and her luscious beauty. The woman, and she was a real woman, not a kid, had a pleasant round face with high cheek bones that gave it depth. She was a few inches shorter than my 6’0”, but still pretty tall, I was struck by her very dark, coffee brown complexion, which seemed at odds with the flowing, shiny curls of gorgeous shoulder length hair. My palms were sweaty at the thought of getting them on her beautiful, perfectly proportioned breasts. Those breasts seemed to call to me, with each sway and bounce. Her soft white cotton dress fit her form sensationally, hugging her upper body alluringly, accentuating the breadth of her torso before tapering down to her narrow waist, then loosely flowing over the graceful, but sweeping curve of her hips. My arms wanted to circle that narrow waist, to lay my hand atop that scrumptious, perfectly developed ass, and then just pull her body to mine. To press our chests and hips together, to meld into a single being; to feel her softness pressed against my hardness. To feel the slope and curve of her back as those glorious breasts pressed against my chest. She was perhaps the most beautiful black woman I had ever met. All of these thoughts vanished quickly with my growing anxiety at my impending moment.
Juan
was still frantically undressing, “Hey guys, I need the room for a
while.”
“Hey ya’ll,” she gave us a wave of
her hand; “He and I have an... arrangement. If you guys want to make a
similar arrangement…we’re talking about forty dollars. Apiece.” Until
that moment, I had no idea she was a hooker. I was seventeen, remember, and a
virgin.
Ed
& I both jumped to our feet. Ed was first out with his wallet. “Well, that
sounds like a fair price to me.” He handed over the money. I was fast on his
heels with two twenties.
You can find this entertaining short story at Muse It Up Publishing.
You can find this entertaining short story at Muse It Up Publishing.
