It was throbbing against the thin fabric of these thin yoga pants. It felt really hard… Then I looked up at him and the black guy was just smiling a... me.He was also checking me out up and down. He grabbed my hips and made me sit close to him; I had felt enough his hard dick now.So... I sat there like a good girl and chatted with him for a while.All the time I was staring at his cock while he flexed it for me and made it strain and relax, strain and relax, with just his muscles…The bastard was. I was 18 years old and had not dated much at the college with only had a couple of heavy petting experiences. I was much more sexually active in high school where I experienced some rather wild sexual adventures with some attractive, but slutty HS girls. I hadn’t been laid in weeks, so I was hoping to score at home this particular weekend. I was a pretty good looking kid, 6’2”, good build, boy next door type. It normally took 3 to 4 hours to get home hitchhiking, but this Friday it was taking. "There were cupboards full of suits and uniforms, shoes and boots as well as rows and rows of civilian stuff,"Right" I said, "Let's have a bath, sort some clothes out for tomorrow and then we'll see what we're going to do" OK" she said then yelped, "The bath"The water was about an inch from the top by the time I'd fought my way through the steam, I turned the cold tap on, held my arm under it and then plunged it in the water to pull the plug out."Be careful Pete" she said, "You'll burn. I approached her and put my lips down on hers. I kissed her passionately. I didn’t push my tongue into her mouth. I wanted to go slow with her. She’d never had contact with anyone before. I helped her take off her clothes off. She didn’t have a bra on and had her “old lady” underwear on. I was thinking she’d have a bush. I was used to women being bald down there, but would enjoy her bush, if she had one. I continued to kiss her and now I held her breasts in my hands. She was old and wrinkly,.