Fancy Meeting You

When I was a little kid in the Greater Vancouver area in the early 1960s, my family lived a few doors away from a black family that had recently emigrated from Jamaica. My mother befriended the family’s mother and their daughter played with my younger sister. The daughter, Elaine, was in the same elementary school class as me. After one year of school together, Elaine’s father got a better job and the family bought a house in another area of town, which meant Elaine transferred to a different school. My family moved to another town when I was starting high school, but I kept in touch with my former friends and visited fairly regularly, especially once I bought my own car.

On one of my visits, when I was 19 or 20, I met up with some of my friends and we went to the pub for a while. Then another friend burst into the pub and said he knew of a group of girls who wanted to mess around. It must have been a sign from god, because there were identical numbers of males and females in our two groups. Plus, one of the guys knew of a house under construction that was a bit off the beaten track and should provide us with privacy.

We got to the house and started pairing off, but as I didn’t know any of the girls, me and a pretty young black woman wound up as “fifth wheels” so to speak. The two of us went into the house and found a small bench. The girl made it clear she felt awkward about the situation and it looked as though I wouldn’t get the chance to mess around with her. Suddenly I realized the girl was Elaine and told her about our early days in the same neighborhood. She warmed up immediately!

We started necking on the bench and she was a great tongue kisser. When my mouth descended to her throat and gently kissed her there, she positively purred! Soon I got my hand between her shoulder blades and unhooked her bra. Her good-sized titties slid free and after undoing her shirt I was able to suck her big, hard nipples. At this point Elaine seemed to get a bit self-conscious and slowed down our session. Although there were no lights in the house, there was still some visibility from a full moon.

I was about to give up on much happening (I could see two of my friends were getting their cocks sucked in their twosomes), when Elaine cupped my cock and balls through my jeans. Elaine said, “I don’t want to suck or fuck, but maybe some of this,” then making the universal sign for jerking off. She fumbled with my belt, undid it, unzipped me, and pulled out my throbbing cock. She started a very slow, very teasing handjob. I’ve always been a copious producer of pre-cum and that night was no exception. She squeezed out gobs of pre-cum after a few minutes and soon had my cockhead and shaft slick. Then she stopped and looked around to see if anybody was watching us.

This had gone too far to stop, so I hopefully pulled at her belt and, to my delight, she lifted her hips. I pulled her jeans down to her knees and slid my hand into her panties. She was very hairy and I soon found her slit, sopping wet. Then the big prize-Elaine’s clit was huge! As I circled her cumbutton with my middle finger, she resumed her teasing jack off. We slowly masturbated each other, occasionally stopping when it seemed we being observed, and then restarting. A lot of accidental edging was going on!

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and started to massage her giant clit between thumb and forefinger. After maybe 30 seconds of that, her thighs went rigid and she came hard. She held in her scream of ecstasy but I could feel her orgasmic contractions. Elaine came down from her climax and started masturbating me in earnest. Her hand squeezed and yanked my dripping wet cock. I whispered, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She jacked a bit faster, and directed my cock just above her bush. I splattered rope after rope onto her bush and belly, and she kept up the stroke until I’d shot every drop of cum from my balls. What a beautiful, slimy mess we’d made!

People finished up and we headed out. I never saw Elaine again.