First Time

It was a warm summer night, around eight o'clock, when he picked me up for our dinner. I was wearing jeans and a red tank top. My dark brown hair fell just above the top of my jeans and I felt as though I was the sexiest woman around. He arrived wearing jeans also and a black shirt that looked so good against his dark chocolate skin. He is a skinny man, but has muscular build to his athletic frame. He stood about 6'10" being the basketball player that he was, and contrasted to my 5'2" height. I was short and thick in all the right places. My ass seems to fill out every pair of jeans I own. I remember the air smelling of lilac and a warm summer breeze. We planned to eat dinner outside that night, under the starry summer sky. As we pulled up to the place he had already set up for dinner, he leaned over and took my face in his hands. Before I realized what was happening I felt his soft, beautiful lips cover my mouth as he gently kissed me. The kiss was short but meaningful, and as he pulled away from my face he looked deep into my eyes as though he wanted to tell me something and couldn't. I didn't get a bad feeling from this look, and I was not at all worried. I knew him well enough to know not to push it out of him, that he would tell me when he felt the time was right. He then opened his door and stepped out into the warm air. He walked to my side of the car and opened my door. I felt like a princess, no, a queen, as he helped me out of the car. Never letting go of my hand he led me to a blanket that was spread over the soft patch of grass. There was a bottle of champagne on ice and some desert layed out. "I thought we would skip dinner and have ourselves something sweet," he said. His voice was not a wimpy voice, but that of a man, a deep yet smooth voice that sends tingles through my body when I hear him speak. I nodded in agreement and sat down on a corner of the blanket. He followed my lead and say down next to me wrapping his arms around me. We kissed again. This kiss wasn't so short. I had started this one as I leaned in towards his lips. My lips aching to feel his touch mine. We kissed so gently yet so strong that I felt my heart jump. This kiss led to him laying me on my back. He held my head in his hands as he lay my body gently down onto the blanket. I could feel the weight from his body slowly resting upon mine as we embraced in a long passionate kiss. I noticed that with all the excitment that he had become aroused. I could feel him between my legs as hard as ever. This was not uncommon for us, as we made out a lot in the time we spent together. I didn't think this was going to be any different either. I felt him slid his hand down my side, feeling the womanly curves of my body. He kissed me harder then as his arousal increased. I felt his hand slide back up my side and separate the clothing from my skin as he reached up for my breasts. His hand slipped under my bra and I could feel his manly hands carress my nipples. I moaned, as I loved the touch of his hands on my body. Their roughness contrasted so beautifully against the softness of my skin. Together we slipped my shirt off over my head and he reached around to my back to unclasp my bra. He succeeded and continued to undress me until I was all but exposed. He placed his knees on both sides of me, leaning back to undress himself. As he slipped the black shirt from his head, I looked upon the sexiest man I had ever seen. He wasn't chiseled but he was cut. You could wash clothes on his washboard stomach. His arms were cut, but not thick, yet not too skinny either. He looked so good. His dark skin looked delicious in it's dissimilarity of mine. I was left in just my undies, he was kneeling between my thighs in all his glory. I looked at him kneeling there between the "V" of my legs. He leaned down to kiss me. I felt his dark, warm skin as he kissed me ever so gently. His finger tips explored the warmth of my skin and the curvature of my body. I felt him press his body into mine and move his phallus between my milky white thighs. I could feel his arousal and this caused my body to reply in agreement. We continued like this for a few minutes when he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes. I knew that before when he wanted to say something, and now was the time he chose to tell me. "I need to tell you something that you've been waiting so long to hear from me. Every moment that we have spent together has been the greatest moments of my life. I have loved every moment we have shared and every memory we have made. In all my life I have never met someone as great as you. I no longer feel lonely because I have the love of a great woman, and now it is time for me to return that love. So for everything that you've done for me and everything that we have been through... I want to tell you that I love you with all of my heart!" As he was speaking tears had begun to roll down my cheeks. Not sad tears, but tears of relief, happiness, and total understanding of every word he had spoken. I reached up and placed my hand on the back of his head. I softly choked out, " I love you too!" as I pulled him in for a kiss. We made love that night and for the first time ever for me, it wasn't just sex. I made love to a man who loved me for me and fully loved me back. I'll never forget this moment as long as I live.