Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01

... soon as an opportunity became available he wanted to scuttle her away to make sure she knew what she was in for to protect her. As the night went on, in typical fashion Dave took center stage on another one of his long-winded stories. Sakura drifted away into the hallway, wandering looking for a bathroom and he saw his chance.

"Eh hem.." he said from behind her, startling her. "Are you lost?"

"Oh, uh, yeah I was looking for the little girl's room." She said meekly.

"Oh, it's right this way, I needed to use it too, let me show you the way." His dark black skin, broad imposing shoulders, and large muscular chest navigated around her in the hallway and led her down a labyrinth of doors until she saw the loo. "You go first," he offered like a gentleman. She felt very safe with him.

As soon as she was done he opened the door. "Wait, before you leave can we chat for a second?" At 6'8" he towered over her by two feet looking down at her with intensity. For each step he moved forward she naturally moved backward until they were both in the bathroom. Then he closed the door behind her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled up in fear. Had she misjudged the situation? Was she not safe after all? The tall dark figure put his large hands on her shoulder. "Look, I just wanted to let you know that you can do better than Dave. He is a good guy but is pretty flippant when it comes to the girls in his life. I just don't want you to get hurt." His kind words disarmed her and ...

... she immediately regretted thinking the worst of him. She looked up at his imposing figure and kind eyes and could see the compassion in his eyes. She came in for a huge hug. "Thank you."

His strong muscular arms hugged her back. She could smell his manly musk as her temperature rose in his warm embrace. He had never been with a black man and the thought of it excites her unexpectedly. At her height, her hands wrapped around his tank top where she could feel valleys that separated his strong back muscles. Her hands trace down his muscles, down his narrow waist to the top of his thin track pants.

He followed her lead. His large black hands roamed her back like wild buffalo seeking greener pastures. His fingers gently traced her silky skin. Finding her backbone his thumbs took the valley down to the small bend of her back, his fingers sprawled forward gently massaging her stress away, migrating down past the top of her pleated skirt and finding their resting place holding her firm round butt. He stared at the mirror in front of him at this tiny Japanese woman he captured in his arms. Her firm large ass, her short pleated skirt womanly, her long slender legs. A naughty thought crossed his mind and his fingers slowly crept up her skirt to see what color panties she was wearing underneath.

Their embrace seems to last forever but in reality, was just a few minutes. She felt safe in his arms. It reminded her of their meet-cute in the tuxedo shop where his strong hand steadied ...