An Old Flame

"Opening the door to something new, the unknown. Facing possibilities."

She was a black, French Erasmus student at my university, I saw her at a club, we shared glances and unconsciously we both knew that we were attracted to each other. I bought her a drink and we sat and spoke for what seemed like a short time, but in reality the conversation lasted a couple of hours. i loved the way she would only keep eye contact with me for a couple of seconds before looking away. I loved the way she would play with her hair, touch my knee and smile. We exchanged numbers and agreed to hook up later on in the week.

The following night, my slumber was interrupted by my bongo playing housemates who were tripping on magic mushrooms at the time. As i was uninterested in joining the festivities i went out for a brief stroll. As I returned home I saw her knocking on my window. She looked absolutely beautiful, no make up, simply dressed in a little black leather jacket, a white tight t shirt, blue jeans, black boots and a blue denim cap. We smiled, looked at each other and both knew what we wanted. There wasn't much to say at that point in time so I grabbed her by her waist, pulled her close and we shared the most passionate kiss.

We kissed for a good five minutes, hardly touching tongues, just planing light soft kisses on each other's necks, ears, lips and foreheads. The passion we shared was enough to tell me that this was not just another random roll in the hay, but something to savour and make the most of. I invited her into my flat, walked past my housemates with pride. Believe me there is nothing as sensual, sexually alluring and beautiful as a confident black woman, we didn't give them a second glance as we were totally engrossed in each other.

I sat her down, took a brief shower and came out in my towel, she sat up on the bed and i knelt in front of her. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. She worked her way from my forehead, kissing me lightly on my eyebrows, cheeks and lips.

"You are beautiful" she whispered in my ear.

She took off her shirt and brassiere and moaned as our bare bodies touched and we both laid down on the bed. We explored every inch of our bodies with our lips tongues and hands for at least half an hour, before the act began. We did it slowly, it was totally free of stress, just two bodies yearning for each other, two people, adoring how they were created. I was on top of her, slowly making love to her as we kissed, held each other tightly and she slowly ran her hands over my back and dug her nails into me intermittently. We rolled over and she was on top of me, taking control, and doing what she had to, so as to maximise her pleasure, she moaned and got more passionate as she swung her head in circular motions. the light from my lamp created what I call the "Medusa" effect. (The shadows cast by the motions of her swinging her hair made her braids appear like a couple of hundred snakes on the white walls of my room.

The fact that she appeared to gain so much pleasure from the act, aroused me more and more. Passions built up to a crescendo and we both came as she collapsed onto me making incoherent noises.............

Our dalliance lasted a couple of months, before she returned to her home country, i wonder how she is now..........