Yes

He got up and reached in his draw where he pulled out an Atlanta Hawks gray T-shirt.
“The Hawks?” She said looking at the T-shirt.
“You don’t like the hawks?”
“They suck.”
“So does UGA basketball.”
She laughed that drunken laugh that told him that she is lit, “True. At least UGA have some cute guys.”
“Oh so you like the black boys on the b-ball team.”
“They have white guys too.”
“So you ever been with a black guy?” he asked.
“No.”
“Don’t like them?”
“Actually, never given it much thought. Can you help me?” She said turning her back to him as if she need him to help her unzip. He helped her out and he thought that she was going to go into the bathroom to change. Instead he just watched as she peeled her evening dress off right there in front of him leaving her in just a lace bra and a pair of thong panties.
“Damn, if I didn’t know better I’d say that you were trying tell me something.”
She turned and looked at him as she put on the T-shirt. Then she reached under the shirt and started fiddling with her bra. “You think I’m trying to seduce you?”
“I think you are doing something.”
“Trust me. If I was going to seduce you, you’d know it.”
He sat in the large bed and watched the TV. Then she surprised him by sliding under the covers and sitting between his legs. With her back against her chest she continued to drink away.
“Oh my God, your hands… they’re huge!” She said taking his large hands.
“You should see my feet.”
“What size do you wear?”
“14.”
“Wow!” Then she started laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You know what they say about guys with big hands and big feet.”
“Especially black ones.”
“That’s just a myth.”
“A true one.””
“No way.”
“How do you know? You’ve never been with a black guy.”
“Everyone’s the same.”
“If you believe that mess.”
“Well there is a way that we can find out.” She said as she leaned back further into him. She took his arms and folded them around her placing his one hand over her breast.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like?”
“You tell me?”
“Well since I owe you for the room service and the drinks I figured that we could find some way to make us…even.”
“Even huh?”
“Yeah.”
He took his other hand and ran it down between her legs. He slipped them under her panties where he began rubbing against her wet pussy.
“Oh God!” She called out.
“You like that.”
“Yes. It feels good.”
“Well maybe I can make it feel better.”