About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.
The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.
My roommates were as impatient as I am. Juan was a man from Chicano who admitted to having slept with another woman one night after his wedding night. In the office, he was known as a cock hunter. They said he slept with a stenographer in the woman’s room before work. The other roommate was an African American friend who had problems with his wife and was close to a divorce.
I had fun with a very Caucasian steno that I’ve known for years. He died of heart failure five months before our trip. She seemed to love my attention and followed me everywhere when the classes were over and on break. Some white people saw us outside of their eyes as we turned on the breaks. I finally got him into my room after telling my hot-to-trot buddies that I needed the room alone that night. They both stated that they had no objection since they planned to go into town to track local women anyway.
Well, that night, she followed me home and we robbed and kissed me but she didn’t allow me to undress her. After several hours of my filthiest plans, she had still not done more than frustrated the hell of my excited self. So I gave up and kissed her.
Disturbed! I was upset because I was sure the whites who saw us together thought I had it. What do I think they’d react to, a black guy who pulled out a white pussy like that. Maybe on their side. I don’t care. I’ve been thinking about all the free white sex guys getting girls slaves and women - their plantation property. They often had their wives at night and sat on human property during the day while black men worked from the sun until sunset in the fields dragging the dicks of the platinum. The only thing that bothers me is that I didn’t understand!
Just as she left, I saw a white woman I had known from another division at work. She was entering her room. It was about 8:00 and she gave me a little extra smile - a shine in the eye. I smiled and talked. She approached me with her smile continuing to radiate like a star body. She was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and fit. I guessed she was about 35 (near my age). I asked her what she intended to do for leisure. She said maybe go to the general store for a bottle of wine. I asked to follow.
After I bought the wine I paid, I asked him to come to my room. She accepted with joy. Meanwhile, we started talking about the relationships of our lives and she said how her husband and she had been married for 15 years and that he was a successful social worker for the federal government. She went on to say that he was a good father and a supportive husband. In fact, the only problem she had with her marriage was that she didn’t like her. She used a drink to keep talking.
I told him I was married once and it didn’t work. I’ve been looking for a long-term relationship for several years. She put her head on my shoulder and approached me. I felt my penis rising. She looked at me with her eyes and her smile. Then she gave me a kiss wet on my lips. I got closer and started kicking her tits. It seemed to make her more sexy and she kissed me passionately. I started unbuttoning his blouse slowly. I turned off the bedroom light when she undressed. I quickly removed my clothes and brought my body to his. She was hot and smelled nice.
After half an hour of foreplay, she said, “..use a condom and you should not tell anyone. I’m a married woman.” I accepted and we had the night we were both waiting for our whole life.
About 12 years after a comforting nap, she gave me several wet kisses and returned quietly to her room. I fell asleep and woke up at 2:30 p.m. when my two roommates came back to sing saying they had met a woman at the bar and picked up their phone numbers. I smiled and said I wish I’d been so lucky. I fell into a serene sleep.
We have been seeing each other for six years and are the best clandestine friends.