Being the only girl in a room full of naked guys, or being naked and in a room full of dressed guys are both familiar situations to me. Since I was 18 and met my hubby Dee, I have been willing participant in being maneuvered or led knowingly into sexual situations where I was extremely outnumbered or shown off because of my voracious appetite and ability in the area of sucking cock. Dee would let someone, or some guys magically see me going down on him, and inevitably I would gladly show each guy just how good it felt. And I luv being watched, I discovered, and the center of attention in a room full of naked guys, and just get so wet at the idea of being undressed and naked while they’re all still dressed. I believe every girl enjoys this on some level. I just have a husband who saw my pleasure in this indulgence and encouraged me, and even after I gave nine of his frat brothers head in college, and confessed to wanting more, he never stopped encouraging me to explore my desires. Of course, all those times I picked up a woman to join us in a 3 some helped balance things out. But lately I have taken to black men exclusively, except for him, and along the way some escapades have gotten out of hand, much to everyone’s delight!
My first group came in May 2008, a little over six years ago in Paris. We were there for about ten days and after some naked frolicking (it’s true, when I’m naked in public, I frolic! Energized by a joy and energy only available from being naked outside.) on the French Riviera beaches, and a wildly satisfying sex-up upon arriving – started on the plane actually – with a German Black Man and his nice cock and quick trigger (he came in my mouth in under a minute in the first class restroom and again in the cab driving to our hotel.) He was a soccer coach and former player with more cumming ability than I remember anyone else having to that point. As he left, he gave us his card and said his team played nearby in four days, and he would call us and invited us to the game.
Four nights and lots of sun and fun with the surprising number of Black Men at the beaches in southern France. I surprised a couple of very nice young fella’s with very public blowjobs, then we were back in Paris and at the game. Adonde had very few white Europeans on his team, instead African players from Cameroon and Black Germans like himself made up his squad. They were fit, young and gorgeous and we sat right behind the bench. I wore a short skirt and no panties not knowing I would be sitting with my pussy at eye level right behind the bench. Adonde, I found out later, tipped off several of his players as to who I was and how we met and knew each other. The leers from the players was intoxicating, and when they went up 3-0 late, they started chatting. When the young, very dark skinned player from Cameroon came out of the game, he stared up at me walking to the bench. I readjusted myself in my seat, seeing him stare hard down between my legs and smile. I blushed and played coy when he walked over to sit right in front of me. As he lowered down he turned his head and said, and this is verbatim with an accent: “Hey there, I was hoping you would show up.” It blew my mind, and I couldn’t wait to see why for myself.
We spoke with Adonde after the game, and he gave the name of a nightclub to meet at in about two hours. Dee and I went back to the room and fucked furiously for an hour, starting on the elevator since the cute Black desk guy might be watching on the closed circuit as he was prone to doing. I told him I would wave to him going up to our room, so look for me. He said he would and sexually I was wild thinking about it. We showered, I waxed my pussy again and put on a silk wrap around skirt with a tiny top and matching pumps.