The Black Chick

John walked towards the hot black chick, and sat down in an empty lawn chair next to her. “Hi,” He just modestly said. He hoped that his erection wasn't noticable, even though it sort of was, but then again, she might have been that type.

She turned over, exposing her lovely, firm breasts and toned stomach, but yet hiding her tight, round, spankable booty. Her hair was long, down a little past her shoulders, and she had rather small, dark nipples. “Hi,” She said, holding out a hand, “I'm Shamika.”

John shook her hand – she seemed to be 'that type' – not just because of the thong, but also because of the fact that she didn't even bother to cover her breasts – also, she seemed to be darting her eyes down to John's crotch. “I'm John,” He said, “It's nice to meet you.”

John and Shamika talked for a while, and he got her a drink as well. After a while of talking, John asked the ebony sex goddess: “You wanna come back to my hotel room?”

She smiled, and said in a sexy tone of voice: “Sure.”

She put her bikini top back on, and also got her purse, before the two of them went back in the hotel. They got in the elevator, and John clicked the button for his floor. He contemplated if he should take it slow, or just remove that white bikini from her ebony body and fuck her brains out.