And then I saw you in your little pink dress. It was so simple; it didn't have lace or silk or sequins or any kind of shape, really. My main model for... women was my mom, and you know how ostentatious she is. And all the other girls were like her." His smile was warm as he pointed his finger at me. "But you. You had your hair in a braid. I'm sure your dress was less than thirty bucks. You weren't drenched in diamonds. You just looked like a nice girl. I remember thinking, 'I want to talk to her,'. But later on in the night I woke up with a hard on. I'd been having a dream, that involved Mara in the strong embrace of a very well-built, and very beautifully black African man; and they were having sex. I laid there for a while recalling certain details, and then I got up, and as quietly as I could, so that I didn't wake Mara, I made my way in the dimness of the hotel room to the restroom. I went in, and then closed the door quietly behind me.My cock, and though quite small, was poking up. I heard buttons being separated from fabric as he tore my dress open. The cool night air chilled me and I took in a sharp breath. He loosened his grip on my wrists and let his fingers trail down my arms. I tried to move my wrists, but I was hooked. I squirmed out of reflex and heard him laugh. His calloused fingers and hands lightly grazed down my skin causing goosebumps in their wake and as he reached my breasts my nipples stood hard for him. He pinched and pulled each nipple until I squealed. I didn’t want her to think that of me so I tried to fuck her as deep as I could and when I was as far in as I could go she looked at me and said “deeper” with this grin on her face I will never forget. She was grinning because she knew I couldn’t go any deeper and it was so embarrassing. But it was also so hot to me. I came almost immediately and she noticed. “You like knowing you have a small cock don’t you?” She asked me. I didn’t really know why it was so hot to me, I didn’t k ow what to.