A Nubian Princess Teaches Me Sex

A Nubian Princess Teaches Me Sex

An older black woman instructs a white, 18-year-old virgin about sex.

Author's Note:

This story is dedicated to Garrett for allowing me to write his story.

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My name is Garrett. Something that I've never forgotten and will always remember until the day that I die, this story is about what happened forty-years ago.

By the time I turned 18, we had moved to the United States from Europe several years prior to my eighteenth birthday. Long before arriving in America, I was able to read and speak English, as well as a few other languages fluently.

Interestingly enough, the United States is the only country that believes that English is the only language in the world. Many people throughout Europe not only read and speak their native tongues but also, they read and speak the languages of their bordering counties, as well as English.

I graduated from high school while living in the United States. It surprised me how superior my education was when living in Europe compared to living in America. I was already well above my fellow classmates and bored with my high school courses. I received straight A's and would have gone to college but, unless I received a scholarship, there weren't the student loans back then that there are now.

Needing to earn money to help support my family, I worked five days a week from 2 pm to the 11 pm closing time at a gas station. A time when every gas station gave full service, checking oil, tire pressure, washing windshields, and allowing customers to use of the restroom, most times I'd receive a quarter, fifty-cent, or a dollar tip from the driver. Seemingly not much back then, but a dollar in 1985 is worth fifteen dollars today.

We had a prime location on main street that was only four blocks from the highway. Able to see our big Texaco sign from the highway, dozens of cars streamed in for gas while I gave them my smiling, full-service routine. As if I was a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, bimbo of a waitress at a diner, my tips bulged out my pockets by the end of the night.

As if I was a drug dealer selling dollar joints, every night I had a pile of pocket change and a stash of cash. For just pumping gas at $3.35 an hour, I never returned home with less than a hundred-dollars in one-dollar bills and another twenty-dollars in pocket change. Besides, as long as it wasn't downpouring rain, windy cold, or snowing, I enjoyed working outside instead of sitting behind a desk in an office. I loved seeing people that I know and talking to strangers that I had just met.

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Only, with me still a virgin, I was always horny. Some of my regular customers deliberately sexually teased me. In the day of the miniskirt, they'd pull up to the pump with the hem of their skirts up to their crotch.

With me always looking while leaning in their driver's side window or staring at them while washing their windshield, they seemed to enjoy flashing me their panties. When they were flashing me their panties, they flashed me their cleavage and their bras. Those who weren't wearing bras flashed me their naked breasts and erect nipples.

After a day of seeing panties, cleavages, bras, and naked breasts, I couldn't wait to go home and masturbate myself. I masturbated every morning and every night while thinking of all the women who showed me all that I shouldn't see. Yet, while biding my time and waiting for my opportunity, I couldn't wait to have sex.

I couldn't wait to act on some of the women who regularly flashed me. Only, the women who flashed me the most were older women. They were married women with children. Seemingly, they were just as sexually frustrated as I was horny.

Every day, regular customers, and/or new customers, pulling up with a couple of kids in the backseat, with her knees spread wide open and her skirt pulled up to her crotch, flashed me her panties. On hot days, women pulled up to the pumps with their blouses unbuttoned and not wearing a bra. Giving me more to masturbate over, I loved seeing the panties, bras, and naked breasts of older, busty women.

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A good-looking guy, I stood 6' 2' tall and weighed a slender 175 pounds. I have bright, blue eyes and black hair. I had been working on the job for about 3 months when a brand new, 1985, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette pulled up to the pumps. I've seen the car in magazines, Motor Trend, Car & Driver, and Road & Track, I've seen lots of older Corvettes, but this was the first time seeing a brand new one up close.

Then, if seeing the car wasn't enough, the woman who emerged from the car was as if I watched a model at a car show climbing out of a car. Unable to stop staring, I watched as the most beautiful, black woman that I had ever seen opened her driver's door and stepped out of her car. I wished that I had been watching her from a different angle because without the driver's door blocking my voyeuristic view, I'm sure that she would have flashed me her panties when stepping out of her car.

Much different in the seating position from a Mustang GT, as if sitting on the ground or in a bathtub, the Corvette had seats that you sat in instead of having seats that you sat on like the Mustang. With such a low seating position, in that way that the driver's legs are more straight out instead of being bent at the knees, the Corvette was more akin to a race car. Even though I preferred the streamline look of the Corvette, much more comfortable, I preferred the seating position of the Mustang.

Yet, in 1985, with the average new car price about ten grand, and a new Corvette around twenty-five-thousand, I wondered how she could afford such an expensive automobile. Perhaps the car belonged to her boyfriend, to her husband, to her brother, to her boss, or to a friend. Perhaps, the car was a rental. I didn't know nor did I care. I just enjoyed staring at the car and at her.

The fact remained was that this beautiful Nubian princess was driving around in a new Corvette as if she was a black Cinderella on her way to the ball, or a black Barbie on her way to the beach. Never have I seen a car so desirable. Never have I seen a woman so beautiful. Then, when you put them together, an older, black woman driving a Corvette, I'll be dreaming about this day for as long as I shall live. I'll be masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her every night and every morning.

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Even after Lincoln freed the slaves in 1863, more than 120-years later, this was still racist America back then in 1985 as it still is in 2024. Even with Jesse Jackson, Rodney King, the Million Man March, and Black Lives Matter, nothing has changed in the terrible treatment of black people. No matter if it was a black man or a black woman, white people still believe that it's okay to mistreat, embarrass, insult, and abuse people just because of the color of their skin. It's a tragic shame how many people, including the police mistreat black folk.

An easy target, I'm sure that a beautiful, black woman driving a shiny new, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette was pulled over, searched, and groped by male police officers. No matter how nicely she was dressed, I'm sure that they ordered her to get out of her vehicle, and get down on the ground while they illegally searched her and her car for drugs and weapons. If it wasn't enough seeing a new Corvette pull into the service station, it was a bonus seeing who stepped from the car.

As soon as she stepped out of the car to stretch her legs, my jaw dropped. With my eyes bulging out of my head, she was stunningly gorgeous and as beautiful as Diahann Carroll of Julia fame from the 60's. With her big breasts rising with her, I watched her stretch her arms over her head and yawn. Then, I watched her bend at the waist to stretch her long legs to relax and unstiffen her back while I stared at her shapely black ass. As soon as she bent like that, I got a quick glimpse of her white panties beneath her short skirt.

'I'll be masturbating over her later tonight,' I thought.

Unable to remove my eyes from her, as if she and her beautiful automobile were figments of my imagination, I stood staring at her and her car. I stood frozen in place while watching her. She leaned against her car as if she was a model posing for an alcohol or a cigarette commercial, which they had back then, instead of the endless prescription drug commercials that they have today. Something that I never was before, I was plenty nervous now to walk up to her and ask the usual gas station related questions.

Where I grew up in Europe, we lived in a small, rural, agricultural town. Only a handful of black people lived there. For some strange reason, not knowing why, but I've always been attracted to older women, especially to older, black women with big breasts. Indeed, she was a black woman. Indeed, she was an older woman. Indeed, she certainly had big breasts.

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As soon as I saw this thirty-something-year-old, black woman, she was my real-life vision from one of my imagined masturbation fantasies. With her dark complexion complimenting her big, beautiful, brown eyes, and her long, jet black, and lustrous straight hair that collected around her shoulders, she stood about 5' 9" tall. She wore flats. No doubt, had she been in heels, she'd be 6' tall, and the perfect height for me.

Looking very professional, she wore a navy-blue business suit with her skirt just above her knee. She wore an ivory, fitted blouse that highlighted her big breasts beneath her jacket. She had all the sexy curves in all the right places. She had long and shapely legs, a round ass, and full, red lips. Something that I discovered much later, she had, natural, C cup breasts, and a black, trimmed pussy shaped in a heart.

Daring myself to do so, I finally summoned the courage to walk over to her and introduce myself. Something I usually don't have to do as all of my regular customers know me by my first name, I did with her. I hoped she'd tell me her name so that I could masturbate over her tonight while saying her name. As nervous as I was excited to meet her, I walked over to her and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Garrett," I said with a blush. "Would you like me to fill up your tank with gas?"

Suddenly, dirty thoughts filled my horny mind.

'I'd love to fill her tank and pump her with my big hose,' I thought. 'I'd love to make out with her while touching and feeling her through her clothes before slowly stripping her naked. Then, once naked, I'd love to turn her around, bend her forward and, while holding on to her big, naked breasts, take her from behind.'

Only, with black women enjoying anal sex more than Caucasian women enjoy taking it up the ass, she'd probably want me to take her anally. Forget about never having anal sex, I've never had sexual intercourse. I'm not even sure how to go about having anal sex. No doubt, I'd have to fill her anal cavity with lots of lube before fucking her in her ass.

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Then, she gave me a smile that made me light on my feet, softened my heart, and hardened my cock. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled now. Other than Naomi Campbell, Diana Ross, Tina Turner, and later, Tyra Banks, Vanessa Williams, and the Williams sisters, Venus, and Serena, never have I seen such a beautiful, black woman.

"No thank you," she said with a chuckle. "My father owned a gas station. Something that I've always done, and a hard habit to break, I have gasoline in my veins," she said with a laugh. "If you don't mind, I prefer pumping my own gas."

She turned to me while pumping her gas. She held the pump handle that I held in my hand thousands of times while pumping her own gas. Unable to stop my horny imagination, I imagined her holding my naked, erect prick in her black hand while pumping me.

"I like your rosy cheeks. You look so healthy," she said with a smile.

I returned her smile with my smile while wishing that I could remove my pants and show her my white, naked, ass cheeks. Allowing her to pump her own gas, something that everyone will be doing in the near future, I took no exception to her wanting to fill up her own tank. Perhaps, she feared that I may scratch her precious car.

"While you're pumping gas, may I check your oil, check your tires, and wash your windshield," I asked in my most friendly Texaco voice?

She gave me that beautiful smile again.

"Yes, I'd like that," she said. "Having checked my tires and oil plenty of times myself before, but with me appearing in court this morning, I don't want to dirty my clothes."

'Court,' I thought while being careful not to lean against her car with my dirty overalls? 'I wondered what she was arrested for, maybe speeding. Or maybe because she's just black.'

"Court," I asked?

Again, she gave me that smile.

"An officer of the court, I'm an assistant district attorney, a prosecutor for the state of Massachusetts. I'm a lawyer," she said with a wink and a smile.

Impressed, she's not only beautiful, sexy, and shapely but she's smart.

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Not wanting to make her late for court, I opened her driver's side door and popped open her hood. I saw her high heel shoes sitting atop of her briefcase on her passenger seat. Making sense to me, I guessed that she preferred driving while wearing flats than wearing high heels.

Preferring to shift gears herself, I was impressed that the Corvette had a standard transmission rather than an automatic. It's sacrilegious to buy a Corvette, a Camaro, or a Mustang with an automatic. It's more fun driving a car with a standard than an automatic.

No doubt with her in a hurry, speeding up my usual routine, I continued checking her tires, checking her oil, and washing her windshield. While wishing that I was her boyfriend or her boy toy with her much older than me, I wondered why she winked at me. She made me feel good when she said that I looked healthy with my rosy cheeks.

As I leaned beneath her hood while checking her oil, she snuck up next to me. Then, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, or lovers, she placed her hand on my lower back just above my overall covered backside. In the way that I imagined her touching, feeling, and groping my ass, I so wanted to fondle and squeeze her shapely behind.

If she moved her hand any lower, she'd be feeling my ass through my overalls. In the way that I'd love to feel her big, black breasts through her blouse and bra and her round, black ass through her skirt and panties, I wished she'd move her hand lower. Yet, while watching what I was doing, she leaned in close enough to me for me to smell her perfume.

"Is everything in order," she asked?

I turned to smile at her while staring up at her. Unable to stop staring at her, she was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. Never have I seen a woman, white, brown, black, red, or yellow who was so pretty and desirable. Then, when she smiled, she had beautiful, bright, white teeth.

"Your oil and your tires are fine," I said, wiping my hands on my dirty, red rag.

Making me weak in my knees, she made eye contact with me and smiled. She stuck out her hand to shake it. Before shaking her hand, I wiped my hand on my rag again.

"I'm Andrea. It was so nice to meet you, Garrett," she said, handing me a five-dollar bill for doing my job.

'Andrea,' I thought. 'Such a pretty name for such a beautiful woman.'

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As if I was a valet at a fancy restaurant instead of at a Texaco gas station, while hoping to sneak a peek of her white panties again, I opened her driver's side door for her. Taking her time to get in her seat, while she stared up at me and smiled, I watched her move sideways to sit in her low, bucket seat. Tempted to walk to her and press my bulging cock against her mouth, I'd love for her to blow me while she sat in her car.

With the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, while leaning forward to climb in her car without hitting her head, she flashed me a glimpse of her long, line of sexy cleavage. With her blouse opening wide open, I saw the tops of her bulging, black breasts. Tempted to stick my horny hand down inside of her blouse, I saw her low-cut, white brassiere.

Then, something that I'll be masturbating over later tonight, she gave me the perfect upskirt peek of her panties. With her short skirt raised to the middle of her thighs, when she spread her long, shapely legs wide to put her foot inside of the car, she flashed me her white panties. With her taking her time getting in her car, as if I had never seen a woman's panties before, I was sexually excited. Unable to stop myself from staring, I saw her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her black, trimmed, pubic hair through her sheer, white panties.

'I can't wait to masturbate over seeing her bra and panties later tonight,' I thought.

I couldn't help but wonder if she flashed me unintentionally or deliberately. No matter, if she flashed accidentally or deliberately, I loved seeing her cleavage, her bra, and her panty clad pussy. Again, I'll be masturbating over her and over her flashing me tonight and tomorrow morning.

Unable to remove it from my horny brain, I loved seeing her cleavage, her low-cut bra, and her panties. Immediately having an erection, never have I been as sexually excited as I was now. After I closed her car door and watched her drive away, waving her my goodbye, I wondered if I'd ever see her again. I hoped that the last time that I saw her wasn't just in my dreams and in my masturbation fantasies.

However, as good fortune would have it, thanks to God, and because she rented a high rise apartment several blocks from the gas station, she became a regular customer. Something that no other customer did, she always gave me a five-dollar tip. Even better than her giving me a big tip, every time she came in for gas, she always flashed me her cleavage, her bra, and her panties. Then, surprising me as much as she sexually excited me, after a couple of months of her coming in for gas once a week, she invited me to her house for dinner.

"I'm tired of eating alone, Garrett. I need some company," she said. "Would you like to come to my apartment for dinner," she asked? "I'd like to get to know you better," she said, giving me a sexy look and a naughty smile in the way that I looked at her with horniness and lust.

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I arrived at her apartment at 8 pm. She lived on the better and much more expensive side of town with less crime, less homelessness, less prostitution, and less drug dealing on the streets. Going to her apartment from where I lived, without having to step over bums, used condoms, seeing needles, scratched lottery tickets, and women soliciting me was as if I lived in a different city.

Not knowing anything about wine, with the age to buy liquor in Massachusetts 21-years-old, and with me only 18-years-old, not even old enough to buy wine, I stole a bottle of red wine from my parent's wine rack. Interestingly enough, under the age to buy alcohol but I could serve in the military and die for my country. I put the wine in a paper bag, and brought that with me, while pretending that I had just purchased it from a liquor store.

Costing me a half day's pay, not knowing what her favorite flower was, I bought her a dozen, red, long-stemmed roses. Everyone loves red roses. If I could have afforded it, nothing more than a fantasy, I would have loved to buy her a diamond engagement ring.

I imagined myself moving to one knee and asking her to marry me. Only, she was old enough to be my mother. Yet, the fact that she was a mature, black woman with big breasts inflamed my sexual attraction to her and my passionate desire for her. I wondered if inviting me to her apartment was her way to solicit me for sex. A memory that I'll never forget, I'd love for her to break my cherry.