...no way am I stopping now." She turned her face to look up at me pleadingly, but saw the resolve in my eyes. Reluctantly she looked back at my cock ...nd took it in her hand. She began stroking it and looking at it with revulsion, but I did not care. What she was doing to me felt really good, and what she was going to do would feel even better. Her hand continued to slowly pump me, electrifying me with each movement, with each stroke, with each pump of her hand. God! It felt so good. "Lick it.". Oh sure, I thought some football players were hotties but never had any fantasies of being with a black guy. Interracial dating just wasn’t done in my small Texas town or our group of country, redneck friends. I had probably heard every racist joke on the planet at one time or another, but I was not a hater. I just stuck to my own race when it came to dating.The guys seemed to mellow out with stomachs full of steak dinner. Each had 2 t-bone steaks and I had one plus salad. A preseason football. I sat back down and glanced to the bottom of the stall wall next to me and could see a pair of high dollar sneakers and a pair of Sweat pants around the ankles of a rather thin guy. I was casually leaning forward to see if I could catch a glimpse of cock when I saw a foot tap. I responded with my own foot tap and a split second later I saw a pair of the slimmest peach fuzz covered legs come under the stall. I was awestruck and in lust. as I was watching them slide under, I caught the first. She delicately touched my thighs, tracing around my balls with smooth strokes of her hands. I could feel the warmth of her touch as she gingerly cupped my balls, carefully avoiding all contact with my growing cock. She tenderly probed every crease of my crotch and my cock was now bouncing for attention. Her passionate assault on my nipples was lessening and my attention was now focused on my cock, rigid and dripping with precum. Her lips loosened from my tender nipples and she rested her.