PORT
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Happy Hour
It all started with an instant chat message one Monday morning. I had just arrived at work and could not wait until my first cup of coffee. I had got myself situated by sliding my lab top into its computer station, checked my messages and finally checked my planner for scheduled meetings. No sooner than my computer was ready and I was about to sign on for my e-mail I heard the instant message chime.
I clicked over to see the message and there it was -- a message from one of my friends asking about my weekend. He then sent on another before I had a chance to respond to the first message. This message bragged about his sexual weekend rendezvous. Then he wanted to know about my weekend.
I told him it was great. You see, I had just met a fairly nice young lady through a mutual friend. We had gone out a couple of times by now. The first date was cool. A typical movie date and dinner to soon follow. I had advised that things really progressed the second time we saw each other.
I suggested that we needed to get together for a happy hour after work to really go into details. The second date was so hot that I could not bear to reflect on the passionate moments while at work! So, we agreed to meet at a popular location on 13th and U street NW D.C. at 6 O’clock. I advised that I would be at the bar on the first floor.
The end of the day was near and I could not wait to leave. I made two arrangements for that night. I would hang out with one of my boys for happy hour and then I would see my girl afterwards. After thinking about the great sex we had over the weekend I could not wait for another round!
Six O’clock rolls around and I’m there at the bar waiting for my friend Kevin to come through. As usual, he was running late. So, I ordered a southern comfort and coke to pass the time. Twenty minutes had gone by and Kevin finally strolls into the bar. We gave each other some “pound” by knocking our fists together. Right away he wanted to know what took place over the weekend.
“Well my brother, I had a cool weekend!” I had to stroke my face to brush my beard in place as I started to smile. “Man, I met a nice, quiet young lady that really has it going on. She owns her own place, has a nice job and career. Moreover, she seemed to be spiritually sound too.” Kevin was like, “okay, but what does she look like?” I then took a deep breath and thought deeply about her physical attributes.
“She’s got a nice cinnamon brown complexion, about 5’4”, weighs about 110 pounds. She’s got this big, brown milk chocolate-cat like eyes. Nice shape too!” Kevin was like, “what about the shape man?” I said, “hmm” to myself and laughed slightly. “She has a nice phat ass and nice breasts -- not to big and not too small. Just big enough to fit right in your mouth.”
Kevin wanted to know her name, but I’m one to never divulge the names of the women I have sex with. He wanted to see if he knew her or not. So, I thought about our encounter and said, “let’s just call her Port for now.” Kevin exclaimed, “Port! What the hell kind of name is that for a woman, or anyone for that matter?” I advised him that he would understand the name after I explained our date.
The Date
It all started on our second date. I agreed to meet “Port” at her house for a nice evening of videos and drinks. I arrived a little after nine that night with some romantic movies and popcorn in hand. She was happy to see me. Her smile reflected her joy when she came to answer the door. I sat down on her couch and made myself comfortable. I looked into her eyes and knew that very moment that I was going to sexually please this young lady tonight!
Sure enough, she came and sat right next to me on the couch. The video was all set in the VCR and the popcorn was hot and wet with butter. The movie had just started and there we were in the dark. I gently grabbed by her waist and snuggled her next to me. It felt good to hold this cinnamon sister by my side while slowly feeding her popcorn one by one. She then asked, “Would you like to have something to drink?” I said, “sure.” She suggested that I try this imported wine called Port. I gracefully agreed. She mentioned, “I have to warn you - this stuff can creep up on you. So be careful!”
She came back with two glasses halfway filled with Port. As she nestled back by my side, I slowly sipped this very thick but uniquely tasting wine. I have to admit that it was better than I thought! While listening to the movie, I started to caress her neck and cheek with my lips. Stroking her inner thighs, I could feel her begin to tremble with excitement. I had to relax her, so I raised from the couch and gently laid her back into the middle of her sofa. I dropped down to both of my knees and began to unbuckle her belt with my teeth. She loved this and I knew it! I then took my tongue and raised her zipper and slowly unzipped her jeans with my teeth. All the while caressing her protruding nipples with my fingers. Her panties exposed, I then took my tongue and worked my way around her navel while unbuttoning all of her shirt buttons. She became more excited and began to spread her legs.
Her legs stretched, I slowly pulled her jeans off then her shirt. Her eyes closed and head tilted back on her couch she relaxed in her bra and panties wet with excitement.
The Drink
By now, I knew had my baby where I wanted her. She was hot, relaxed and ready for a very sexually charged evening. Slowly stroking her inner thighs and on bent knee I placed a kiss on her kitty. Then another and another as each one grew stronger. Her hips began to sway from side to side and her hands placed behind my head. I then stood up and said, “take off my shirt.” She gracefully raised her hands to take my shirt off. After she removed my shirt she placed her lips on all over my chest. Not wanting to lose the moment I then said, “Lay back down baby. I have a special treat for you!”
There she was with her legs wide open, eyes closed and nipples the size of roasted miniature marshmallows. I said to her, “I am going to make your South America rain!” I slowly took my wine as thick as it was and poured it on her belly. The wine slowly dripped down her naval well into her panties. Then I took my lips and tongue and licked her belly tasting the wine she offered me at the beginning of the night. I slowly worked my way to her wet panties drenched with my wine and her natural juices. By now my tongue was fully extended right into her Amazon River. The more I drank her wine the more her river flowed. She began to breathe with passion as her grasp on my head started to become more intense.
By now her rain forest began to shower and I knew this would be the perfect time to remove her panties. Slowly they came down -- no sooner -- my tongue returned to her South America. My tongue craved for the wine given to me that night, but I did not want to drink it from a glass. My lips began to explore her Amazon River as my tongue sank deep into her river. Upstream I went, searching both of her shores for the source of her excitement. The wine in her river tasted so good I decided to bathe my tongue for a good hour or so.
Her ass was raised off of the couch and riding comfortably in my arms. Hips swaying back and forth with thrusts of excitement. The credits from the movie that we were supposed to be watching began to roll indicating an end. My baby was a bit tired and I knew she needed to rest for work the next day. I felt good knowing she would sleep well through the night. Thus, we decided to take rest and make our way to her bedroom. As we laid our heads for rest, I slowly whispered in her ear, “Tonight I’ll make you dream a sweet dream. In the morning you’ll wake with a smile to take to work with you. Thanks for the Port.” We rested that evening side by side between the sheets and beneath the moonlight.