This story is about the first time he came back to my house since our encounter...The minute Jose had left my house after my first experience, I sent ...n email to my boss letting him know I would be out of the office the same day next week. The night before he was to come back to my house I had decided that if everything went well I was going to let him fuck me. However, I was worrying about "being clean" and didn't want to embarrass him or myself. I have never had anal sex before and was a. Masturbating Philippe and sucking off Serge remained my only experiences involving men, or rather boys. But given my natural curiosity about what it would be like to have sex with a man, it was only a question of time when I would try it out.Ironically, it was my virginity which delayed my first encounter of the penetration kind. I knew that losing my virginity would be an irreversible, once-in-a-lifetime, never to be repeated experience. I didn't want it to happen casually or even. "-----Before leaving, I had went to use the bathroom, to freshen up. I usedthe ladies' room, completely inconspicuously. I felt a bit of triumphas I knew I was able to "pass." Looking in the gilded mirror, preeningand smiling, I was just another African-American chick.It felt crazy, entering the toilet, and pulling down my tights andpanties to relieve myself.As I sat down with James again and ate desert, James informed me to lookaround the restaurant. As I did I realized that many, MANY of. Fuck, it was shockingly cold after the radiant heat of the sun.Swimming fast I reached her. She was treading water, watching me with a puzzled expression, eyebrows knit."What did you do that for?" she asked."I didn't. The wave just hit," I replied, confused and surprised to see her quite calm. "I didn't even see it." No. Not the wave. Why did you dive in?" To save you. Why do you think?" But ... I can swim." Well, I didn't know that," I exclaimed, treading water, foot-high swells lifting and.