The weather was pleasant that late summer day in 2004. I had received directions on where to pick up Jennifer in the city of Frankfurt, Germany. We had met earlier in the week online and it was a coincidence that two people in the same city would end up in the same chat room. We hit it off and bonded over the fact that we were both far from home; me serving in the armed forces overseas and her being away from her home in England. She had come to Germany to study medicine and enjoyed living abroad.

Jennifer described herself as a curvy, black woman. She was 5'8 about 150 pounds, with short dark hair and cute brown eyes. Just to put the icing on the cake, she said she had very bouncy 36C size breasts that always stood out regardless of what she wore.

After talking and getting comfortable with each other, we decided to meet in person. However, it would have to wait until later in the week as my next tour would be starting up the next day and I would be unable to go out until my next day off. When that day came, she gave me directions and I said I would pick her up in my car. I would show her around some of the nearby military bases, including the one I was stationed at and then we would leave my car at my place and take a cab into town. She, in turn, would show me a side of the city that wasn't frequented that much by Americans.

When I arrived at the address she had given me, she was standing there in a pair of tightly fitting jeans and a short-sleeve shirt that hugged her big breasts. Holy shit, her description was on point. I won't lie, she looked good and filled out her clothes nicely. I loved her English accent as she spoke to me for the first time in person. We shook hands and I opened the passenger-side door of the car for her. Our drive consisted of more talk from our previous chats and Jennifer pointing out different places of interest, whether it was a pub or an eatery she liked. We arrived at the army post in Mainz-Kastel. I showed the MPs at the gate my identification and asked where I needed to sign in for my guest. Surprisingly, they said it was fine. I pulled through the gate and made my way to the exchange. 

I had told Jennifer that I was looking for something I couldn't find at my home station. Normally, I would have waited but since we were out, I figured why not? I parked the car and we got out to head into the exchange. Being the gentleman, I offered her my arm and she smiled as she accepted it. As we were walking into the building, Jennifer said in a low voice, "Why are people looking at us strangely?"

I will admit, I had not seen this initially. Then, after looking around, I had seen some looks from white and black guys that seemed to suggest disapproval. For the first time in my life, I had been on the receiving end of judgment; the kind of which I thought we had moved past at this point in time. I patted her arm and said, "I will explain in the car."

We were in the exchange for about twenty minutes before we left. I had considered stopping by one of the restaurants there for a quick snack, but the incident from earlier motivated me to consider an alternative and I decided we would go into the city for food. When we got back in the car, I looked at Jennifer and tried to explain the scene we had both witnessed nearly a half-hour prior.

"The truth is, there are some Americans who don't look kindly on interracial relationships," I said. "There are white people who don't think a white man or woman should be associating with someone of color and in some cases, there are black people who feel the same way about associating with whites."

I shook my head at the embarrassing revelation, especially given the ironic fact that I was serving a country that championed equal rights and had made strides to separate itself from its bigoted past. "You would think we would be beyond this," I said looking ahead.

Jennifer didn't say anything at first, but then commented, "I think it's ridiculous that we cannot hang out with whoever we want without being judged simply based on the color of skin."

I nodded my head in agreement. 

We left Mainz-Kastel and headed back to my home station so I could drop off my car. I knew a couple of drivers in the city and I called one of them to see if he was available. He was and said he could be at the base within twenty minutes which was perfect for us. When we arrived, I parked the car and we waited for about five minutes before our ride showed up. Jennifer gave him the name of a local pub, one I had never been to before, and we were on our way.

The details of that place are a bit foggy. I do remember a quieter atmosphere than what I was used to. I remember us eating and drinking before deciding to go over to one of the more boisterous pubs in the area. I ran into some friends at one of the pubs we went to and introduced Jennifer to them. It was around midnight when we decided to head back to her place.

"You can stay with me if you want," she offered.

"Sure, I would like that," I responded in agreement.

Before moving forward in the story, I have to point out that our relationship and conversation had been strictly platonic. The idea of having sex never came up until we entered her flat. The setup was a lot different than what I was used to in the States. There are a series of small rooms on each floor with a community bathroom and shower. Not exactly the place for privacy, but I digress.

I looked around her room. There was a small closet, a desk, and at the back of the room was her bed. It was a full-size bed. It was bigger than a twin but smaller than a queen. I found myself lost in thought before Jennifer broke the silence.

"I am going to get ready for bed," she said. "You can put your clothes on that chair over there." She pointed to a chair that was against a wall; probably for her desk, I surmised.

I began undressing and when I stripped down to my boxers, I sat on the bed. Jennifer emerged from the closet wearing a green Michigan State t-shirt and a purple thong. The shirt hugged her body and the outline of her nipples indicated she was not wearing a bra. 

"This isn't going to be a problem for you, is it?" she asked.

Feeling my cock beginning to stiffen and knowing I was going to be sharing the same bed with her in a few seconds, my mind contradicted what my mouth said.

"Oh no, it'll be fine," I said.

We optioned to stay on top of the covers as it was a bit warm in her room and the air conditioning wasn't the greatest. I got into the bed first, my back against the wall. As Jennifer got in, she paused and looked at me.

"This doesn't mean we are having sex?" she asked. 

"Only if you want to," I replied.

To be honest, I really thought we were just going to sleep together and that was it. However, how many of you reading this really think nothing is going to happen? She was wearing a small t-shirt and a thong. Jennifer settled herself next to me and we were spooning each other. We talked a little until she said, "Eddie, is that your cock poking me?"

It was true. My penis was now fully erect and poking out of my boxers. I looked down to see the head of my flesh rocket pressed against her bare ass. I raised myself up on my elbow. 

"It sure seems like it," I said.

"Oh fuck it," she said and pulled me on top of her.

We kissed as our hands explored each other. Her full lips felt good against mine. I slid down and pulled her thong underwear off. As I spread her legs, she lifted up her t-shirt to play with her breasts as I licked her bald pussy. Holy fuck, she tasted amazing! Jennifer began moaning softly as she kneaded her breasts while my tongue and mouth played with her slit. 

Jennifer's moans became louder as she was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I pulled off my boxers so my erect cock could have unlimited freedom. As soon as I did that, Jennifer pulled me up to her. She kissed me before telling me to put my cock in her.

"I need you to fuck me, Eddie," she said. That accent...holy fuck was it hot and more so at that moment.

I felt her grab my shaft and guide my member into her. I kept eye contact with her as she helped slip it in and then let me take over. The sounds of my balls slapping against her as her pussy became wetter by the second were the only sounds in the room aside from our moans. 

"Oh god, you feel good," I said.

Jennifer nodded in agreement, focused on the fucking at hand. I pushed myself up to allow myself more of a thrust from the missionary position. Sweat began encasing us and we were both glistening in the dim light of the room. It wasn't long before we were both dripping in the sex-induced moisture produced by our bodies.

"Do you like doggy-style?" Jennifer asked. "Because I fucking love being fucked from behind!"

I nodded and pulled out while she rolled over and got on her hands and knees. I thought her ass looked great in a thong, it looked even better waiting for my cock to penetrate that pussy. I slapped my cock against her ass. She giggled.

"Stop teasing me, Eddie, and put it in!" she exclaimed.

I wasted no time in granting her request. From the foot of the bed, I stood with my white cock penetrating this black pussy. It was an awesome sight. Just the contrast of the two skin colors working in cohesion to satisfy a mutual sexual desire, made me harder than before. Jennifer's moans of pleasure became louder and I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

"This was a good idea," I said.

"Oh yes, now keep fucking me. I'm almost there!" Jennifer breathily responded.

I felt my balls begin to tighten and my cock become more erect. I knew I was about to cum. Normally, I last longer than this. However, the fact I had not been laid in a while and the level of arousal I was feeling from my first interracial experience had led to me ready to blow my load sooner than expected. Jennifer knew this too.

"Just a few more seconds," she pleaded. "I'm almost there."

I felt her pussy grip and climax all over my cock and that was enough to put me over the edge. As she moaned in orgasmic euphoria, I pulled out and released a rope of cum that landed squarely between her shoulder blades. My next blast wasn't as explosive, but still landed on the small of her back. The remainder of my seed dripped out onto her ass. Seeing my white cum on her dark skin was a huge turn-on for me.

"Oh my god," Jennifer said in an exhausted voice. "Did you really shoot your load to my shoulders?"

"Yeah," I said, rather pleased with myself.

She got up off the bed and looked in the full-length mirror on her wall. "I have a bit of a fetish about guys cumming on my back," she explained. "I like to see how far they can shoot it after fucking me from behind. This was hot." 

Using a finger, Jennifer scooped up my cum from her ass and licked it. "Next time, you will have to cum in my mouth," she said with a smile.

Much is not remembered from that night. Jennifer and I decided a serious relationship wasn't in the cards for us but the occasional hook-up was fine. We had eventually fallen out of touch, most of that being a by-product of me being in a serious relationship for a few months and her studies taking up much of her time. We talked one last time before I was scheduled to fly back to the States. She was disappointed I had not told her I was staying in a hotel just off base otherwise she would have shown up at my room wearing nothing but a long coat and a pair of boots. 

The idea of that happening got me hard and I tried to initiate phone sex with her. She called me a naughty boy and told me to take care of myself. I'm not sure if that was in reference to that particular moment or my life moving forward. Regardless, she was my first interracial experience, but she would not be my last.