MY HAITIAN BEAUTY

MY HAITIAN BEAUTY

After procrastinating for years, I finally decided to enroll in graduate school at a local college. The timing was right considering my career in human services was stagnating and I needed more money, not to mention my daughter was older and didn't need me around the house as much. And having class only 2 nights a week on Mondays and
Wednesdays did not seem like it would be much of a burden.

My first day of class went smoothly and I was relieved to have been assigned a good professor. The other students seemed pleasant enough, although one in particular caught my eye. She was a golden skinned beauty named Sondra who was from Haiti. I must confess that I always had a weakness for exotic women and this girl was oozing dark chocolate from head to toe. The only way to describe her was that of a black Barbie doll - statuesque with a slim waist, full breasts and a bubble butt that drove me crazy.

As weeks went by, I eventually got to know Sondra better and she proved to be not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. She was only 24 but had paid her way through college and lived on her own without any help from her family so I was really impressed. Sondra was ambitious about her academics, but we always seemed to find things to laugh about in class when we sit next to one other or exchange flirtatious glances when we were in different seats.

One day during a break I was coming back to the classroom and Sondra was walking towards me in the hallway. I was nervous but decided to up the stakes in our game.
She moved a bit to the right side of the hallway to make way for me, but instead I walked directly in front of her. She then tried to move out of the way, but I continued cutting in front of her laughing all the while. Eventually I wound up right in front of Sondra, nearly startling her.

What are doing Miss Sondra? I asked half suspiciously as I smiled at her.

She was taken back by my audacity and hesitated for a moment before responding nervously. I am just stretching my legs a bit, that is all.

Sondra was about a foot away from my face and I could smell her sweet perfume. I felt my blood pressure rising and my cock stirring in my pants as I questioned her mockingly.

Well, we better get back to class before the professor thinks we are doing something naughty. We certainly would not want that now, would we? I asked as our eyes connected. There was a moment of silence as I could tell she was unsure if I was serious or not.

I began to smile to break the tension, then Sondra giggled softly and looked down at the carpet as she turned back to the classroom. You’re really silly, you know that? she claimed while she shook her head.

Needless to say, for the rest of the class all I could think about was Sondra and our brief encounter. I was nervous and unsure if she felt the same chemistry building up between us, but remained optimistic, nonetheless.

At the end of class all the students began to shuffle out of the room, and I saw Sondra walking just ahead of me. Her plump ass jiggled a little bit as she took her time making her way down the hallway to the exit. It took all my willpower not to walk up to her and take a bite out of that juicy booty. The entire weekend I thought of Sondra and all the naughty things I would do to her if I had her in my bed.

The following Monday I eagerly anticipated seeing Sondra at school but was disappointed and confused as she barely acknowledged me during the 3-hour, class.
Maybe she was offended with my behavior the other day or just playing hard to get, I really did not know at that point.

On Wednesday that week I had gone out to the bathroom and was on my way back to class when I saw Sondra coming towards me again like the previous week. Not knowing what to expect, I simply looked straight ahead and tried to play it cool as I walked down the hallway. Sondra glanced over at me as our paths crossed and we exchanged "hello's". Just as she was completely past me, I quickly turned around and began to follow her. I am not sure what came over me, but I walked up to her and pinched her ass.

What the hell are you doing? Sondra exclaimed as she wheeled around towards me.
For a split second I thought that I may have overstepped my boundaries, but as I walked towards Sondra, she glared at me then smiled warily to ease the tension.

It is not fair for you to walk around here showing off that delicious booty and expect me to keep my hands off of it I said as matter of fact.

Sondra shook her head then said Yeah, I have noticed that men seem to have a thing for my black booty. Especially older white men.

I could only laugh as Sondra emphasized the phrase 'older white men'. A smile grew on her face as I slowly drew closer to her.

My hand reached down towards Sondra's waist and just as she was about to say something I turned the doorknob to an empty classroom behind her. She looked at me startled and I quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her into the room with me.

Before Sondra could object, I gently pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Her lips felt so full and plump as I explored her soft mouth like a nervous teenager, while my cock throbbed against her crotch. My hands slowly moved up from her waist to her back as I pulled her tighter into my embrace while her hands caressed the back of my neck.
Sondra's tongue beckoned me to dance inside her mouth as we continued to kiss and grind on each other. Her breasts pressed up against my chest and just as I was about to maneuver my hands over to them, we heard other students outside the hallway laughing, bringing us back to our senses.

Oh crap, Sondra blurted out as she peeked out into the hallway. Fortunately, the students did not notice us in the room, so we quickly exited the room and walked back to class.

I slinked back to my seat as nonchalant as possible then tried my best to concentrate during class, but it was hopeless. I could still taste Sondra's lip gloss and my cock oozed precum all inside my underwear as I sat there shaking my head in disbelief of what just occurred.

Class ended and as I walked by Sondra at her desk, I dropped a piece of paper by her notebook with my phone number on it. She smiled and quickly put it in her backpack as she jammed papers and books into the bag.

I drove home from class that night, eagerly awaiting Sondra's phone call. She called around midnight and we talked for a few moments, in particular about how I caught her off guard in the hallway. I was relieved to hear her say that she found it exciting and wasn't offended by my boldness. We agreed to get together for dinner on the weekend so needless to say I was excited.

On Saturday night I met Sondra at a local Chili's and had a good time, talking about school and her upbringing in Haiti. She explained how she was raised in a strict religious family and how her parents were prejudice against white people, even forbidding her from dating any white men.

At first, I was surprised to hear that Sondra's parents did not like white folks, but if truth be told I was actually aroused at the notion of fucking their daughter given that bit of information.

We left the restaurant then sat in my car deciding what to do for the rest of the night.
After a few kisses, Sondra asked if my daughter was at her moms, for the weekend.
When I said yes, she smiled and said, then let’s, go back to your place.

I did not need to be told twice, and soon we were back at my house.

After a quick tour of my place, Sondra and I found our way back to the living room and then sat down on the sofa. She rubbed her shoulders up and down as if she was cold, so I asked, do you need a blanket or something?

No, I'll be ok. Maybe we could just snuggle on the sofa for a while to warm me up.

Of course, Sondra, I'd be more than happy to help keep you warm. I said with a devious grin.

Sondra smiled and slowly took off her heels before laying back against me, pressing her head into my chest.

Mmm, that feels better. She purred.

I began to softly rub Sondra's back, kneading her soft flesh and pulling her closer to me with each stroke. I could hear soft moans emanating from Sondra as she moved her hand along my thigh, causing my penis to awaken. Our subtle grinding was creating lots of body heat and soon we adjusted positions where we were now facing one another.

Thank you for warming me up Deron.

I was not sure if Sondra meant physical warmth or sexual arousal, but either way I was happy to oblige her.

It was my pleasure. I said as my fingers stroked through her long dark hair. Sondra had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my fingers massaging her scalp and hair. Sensing an opening, I gave her a small kiss on the forehead, lingering for a moment.