I was glad I’d decided on the flannel shirt as I stood shivering at the entrance. My stomach was doing flips as I began to doubt if I should go thro...gh with this. I became so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Lincoln walk up until he gently touched my arm. I jumped slightly and our eyes met; his eyes seemed to light up as they took me in.He was wearing a button-up shirt underneath a black jacket; dark blue like his eyes. I looked him up and down, taking in the shirt, the black. Stuffing me all inside. We both yelp with pleasure, and then you begin to rock your hips. Slowly at first then faster. Kissing me while you do all of this. I can feel your hardening nipples on my chest as you ride me. I can feel you getting wetter, and wetter the longer you ride. You try to hid your orgasm in hopes that I'll keep moving with you. I know you're cumming by the way you're biting my shoulder! I hold you tight and keep in motion with you. You tell me that you want to feel me. She and I where standing together on the deck having a smoke when I pointed out the tall dark guy. I said to her I bet you'd do him if he where white. She said what does his race have to do with anything? I was slightly shocked at her comment. I said you mean you would have sex with a black guy? She said well yes, why not? But, I started struggling for words. She cut me off by saying Just tell me to fuck him and I will. I glanced around to see if she where overheard by anyone. She could tell. I had a mental picture of me sat in a little black dress, the bar lighting is subdued and I'm approached by an attractive man who offers to buy me a drink.A few weeks ago I would have said that scenario would never happen, but now I wasn't so sure. I thought back to the last few days and a series of events flashed through my mind like stills in a slideshow - the decisive moment when Greg came inside me for the first time, Greg peeling down my panties underneath that olive tree, the love bite on.