Where it happened: His apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was in my last year at the University of Chicago. He was a graduate student at Northwestern. We met at the Obama Headquarters in Chicago, about 5 months ago. He was tall, black and handsome. I am tall, white and blonde.
We worked together there for several weeks, in close contact with each other, and the more we saw each other, the more we were attracted to each other. There seemed to be a certain magnetism between us. And we both believe with all our hearts that Barack Obama is the only real way to stop the war in Iraq and bring about meaningful change in this country.
We began seeing each other evenings, after our work at the campaign headquarters was over — going out to late dinner together, or to a bar for a few drinks. We talked a lot about the world, and this country, and how younger people have got to get more active in politics and make their ideas and feelings known. We also looked at each other, longingly, while talking, and then began holding hands, after dinner, over a glass of wine. When we walked together, he held me closely. When I wore a short jacket, he rubbed my butt, lovingly,through my jeans.
One night he asked me to come up to his apartment, and I did. I knew that he wanted me badly, and I wanted him so much. After we arrived and took off our coats (it was really cold outside!), he took my face and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I responded gladly and pressed my body into his.
Before long we were in his bedroom, undressing, and in a few minutes, we were embracing, with his erect manhood pressing against my vagina.I had never before been naked with a man before, but this seemed so natural and felt so good.
He guided me to his bed,where we engaged in a lot of foreplay, and then he reached over to his night stand and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened it and helped me roll it on his beautiful erection, with his hand over mine. Then he gently began to kiss my body — my neck, my shoulders, then my erect breats — very gently and very softly. I was tingling all over. He went lower and lower, very gradually, to my stomach and hips and then between my legs, where he made love to my “lower lips”.
After about twenty minutes, he said, “You really want this, don’t you?” and of course I said, “Yes.” With that he guided his manhood into my body very firmly, but carefully, so as not to hurt me. There was a slight twinge of pain, but then sheer pleasure as he began to plunge deeper and deeper. I asked him to leave the bedside lamp on so I could see our contrasting trim bodies, black and white, blending together in perfect harmony — and ecstacy. It was a beautiful sight! He came saveral times, and brought me to climax several times as well. Never before had I felt such absolute pleasure.
Eventually we were both exhausted. He took off the condom and cleaned himself off and then got back in bed, spooned himself agaist my body, and we fell asleep together, with his hands caressing my breasts. I stayed the night, cuddled there against him in his arms.
Both of us continue to work for Obama at his Chicago headquarters, and we both continue to see each other and have fabulous sex together. It may be a cliche’, but we both are agreed that it’s much better to make love and not war.
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