Being some girl’s first snow bunny at a Harlem block party [mf]

I.

I lived in Harlem for a bit. People were worried for my safety because I was well North of 125, but I’m 6’5, 220, and bearded with tattoos so I never had problems. The only “confrontations” I ever had in were older carribean ladies who would scold me to wear a jacket. And one time a young dude stopped me and said “not to be racist, but you look like an athletic white boy”.

One day my roommate , his gf, and I walked out to our block party to have a couple beers.

Nobody really talked to us until I noticed this girl whisper in her friends ear and then they both looked at me. She was about 5’2, darker skin, box braids. She wore a black skirt that showed her thick thighs and ass, and a low cut white shirt that showed her A cup breasts. I love women of all shapes and sizes, but the wide hip/small tit combo drives me wild.

She was already getting dirty looks from all the aunties for her outfit, and that only escalated when she started talking to me.

She was from Chicago, a preschool teacher who was off and visiting her cousin for the summer. Things weren’t especially flirty, and I almost thought she was just being friendly at first.

I started talking about food, and she recommended some chicken place in Chicago that “had the mild sauce”

I was like “Wow, mad stereotypical. You think I want to eat ‘mild’ sauce?”

she was like “ooh J, you really tryin me” and reached out to touch my arm. The way she said it and looked up to me made me realize without a doubt that she was flirting. We locked eyes and after that we started flirting more. I was downing beers, she had a few rum and Cokes.

It seemed like her cousin was trying to leave, so I was about to get her number, but she kind of rum-drunk-leaned into me and said “you know the best part about vacation?”

I was like “What?”

She goes “Oh, you know…anything can happen when you’re in a new place and nobody knows you.” and then just stared at me to make it clear that the ball was in my court.

II.

“Come up to my rooftop and smoke a joint”?

We only walked like 30 feet to get my doorway, but I felt like the whole block was watching with a combination of disapproval and jealousy. I felt a mix of confidence and excitement and maybe guilt while I watched her ass sway up the stairs in front of me. She knew I was looking.

We walked into my kitchen and she leaned back against the counter, her braids hanging down to her side, pushing her chest out and spreading her legs for me. I knew I could have taken her right there, so I leaned my body against her, my cock already swelling. I looked in her eyes in and reached behind her

“Can’t forget my lighter “ I smirked and walked to the door

II.

At the time I only had one chair on the roof, she was standing awkwardly, so I put my hand on her waist and guided her to my lap.

Again, readers, I don’t only date black women, but this girl had like a 26 inch waist with a 44 hip. Like, I have a clear preference.I was so turned on by the shape of her body, the ratio, her skinny/athletic waist and fat ass. I kept my hand there and she sat comfortably on my lap. Despite her curves, I still weighed around twice what she did.

I got high as hell and was stroking and rubbing her waist and thighs, just exploring this girl I had met 20 minutes ago. She kept pushing her ass deeper into me, spreading her thighs under my touch, lightly grinding on me. But, we hadn’t even kissed yet/

I lit the joint for her. She coughed the first time, so I gave her some water. She seemed embarrassed, so I said “it’s easier if you let the smoke cool down before you inhale. Let me help you”

I took a drag and leaned in, her lips parted for me and I slowly released the smoke that she took in, held, and breathed out.

I pulled her in for a soft, slow kiss. I bit her lip gently and pulled it back with me. I slowly licked her lips, teasing her before I penetrated her mouth with my tongue too.

While I teased her mouth, I also used my fingers to make slow circles along her thigh, sometimes massaging it, edging closer to her pussy.

I nibbled on her ear and whispered
“You always do this with guys you just met?”

“I mean…I get what I want”

Across from us were hundreds of windows. I could see someone cooking dinner on the 7th floor, so I knew people could see us.

“How’s it feel to know that everyone down there knows what we are doing right now?” I teased her clit and pulled her shirt to the side to expose her breasts to the September air. Her panties were soaked through and the piercings on her nipples glinted in the sunlight. I could tell by the way she gasped that she liked the idea of being watched just as much as I did.

I slid my hand up to her throat just to test the waters. She grabbed my hand to make it squeeze harder.

“That’s what I thought” I felt her getting closer and she was doing such a good job that I had to encourage her, whispering “I know…right there…good girl” until she was on the edge.

“You want to cum?”
“Yes”
“Don’t you dare cum without my permission” I growled
“Please…”
“Now,”
And I felt her shudder on top of me. She collapsed in my arms.

I was still fully clothed, but her skirt was up around her waist and her tits were out. Music was playing downstairs and she slowly started giving me a lap dance. She knew her body was incredible; she looked back at it and at me. Her confidence turned me.

I realized that I had been so focused on her orgasm that I forgot about mine. I realized that my balls ached and I was dripping precum.

“my turn”

I put on the condom, grabbed a handful of her soft waist and slowly slid into her from behind. She was so small and easy to move, but her fat ass still engulfed me. My cock was a little too thick at first so she started only taking the tip. She was wet and I was obsessed with how her wetness spread all along her inner thighs. She gradually stretched out for me, and her pussy was loud too as I fucked her hard and slow. I grabbed the skirt around her waist and used it like a handle to fuck her. She was demanding, saying all kinds of shit like

“Fuck me harder”
“Clap these cheeks”
“You like this pussy?”

It was so fucking animalistic. We had just met 20 minutes ago, had almost nothing in common, but I was inside her on a rooftop and dozens of people knew. She came on my cock again while I fucked her from behind. Then I picked her up and carried her onto a little step where I could stand and fuck her from behind.

She could tell I was close; she arched her back, looked me in the eyes and said “finish where you want”

I came twice into the condom, then pulled out and pumped the rest across her ass; she shook it for me while I finished.

Still breathing hard, I took my shirt off and used it to clean her off.

We had another rum and Coke on the roof, me still shirtless and her with my cum still on her.

“I actually wanna tell you something” she said
“I’m your first white dude?”
“Yeah, how you know?”
“Just a hunch”
“Am I your first?”
“Do you want to be?”
She hit me playfully,
then said
“You remember my name?”
“No, but I’ll always remember you.”

I walked her to the door and reveled in the sussurations of reproval as she walked away, still straightening her skirt:the church aunties whispered to each other, the uncles shaking their head in jealousy. I made eye contact with somebody’s grandpa and shrugged.

I thought about calling her later, but I realized that I never got her number or her name. All I had was a city: Chicago

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wzt6ae/being_some_girls_first_snow_bunny_at_a_harlem