The Caucasian Delight
I am talking about a time when I was studying at Boston University on a company-financed programme. Of all the things that I enjoyed, living in Boston was the peace I had as compared to the constant pressure of corporate life. I had built up a healthy schedule – running in the morning, then lectures, a half an hour siesta after lunch, then again lectures and in the evening, a wonderful drink at the café close to the campus to end the day. It was here that I met Juliane. She was the waitress here. To be honest, everything was not hunky-dory in Boston. When I visited the restaurant for the first time, I was served only by a reluctant waitress who seemed more like interviewing me rather than asking me for my order. However, as I became regular and gave a $3 tip on a $7 drink every day, things moderated slowly and I started meeting with mild smiles and hesitant “hi”s. The Caucasian waitress Juliane was obviously the star among the colleagues where every male customer or waiter seemed to be flirting with her. She was intelligent and knew that her beauty would never let men stop and she embraced it, even enjoyed it. Juliane was 6 feet, I was 5’7. She had blue eyes, not lean, rather good built. She would like and need a hulk to bang her for hours and only then she would be somewhere close to satisfied, it was a given. Being a waitress, even though pretty, she had an Apple Watch, rarely repeated her clothes or shoes, wore new stones every week. It was clear that she had many suitors who were trying to charm her with a thousand and one things and all this paraphernalia was not coming without a return gift of pussy from her side. It was a waste of time to hit on her. Like the abundance of anything, perhaps the attention of wealthy desperate suitors and poorly educated colleagues grew so boring for her that she waved at me when I was passing by the café with a tinge of a smile in it. Over the weeks, I had started bringing a novel or my laptop at the café to read or write while I sip my drink. I had caught the beautiful Caucasian waitress Juliane’s glimpse of looking at me curiously a few times and when she waved, I was happy and waved back. That whole night, I kept thinking about her, imagining her and like a normal man, I undressed her a thousand times in my dreams that night. Those waves became more regular and I had reason to be excited as she became regular to take my order now. But, with that height, those eyes and that body, I was still not ready to grab my luck. But, finally, as I was leaving the restaurant one day, she just shrieked “hi” from behind and as I stopped, she came to me and gave me a slip asking “call me”. I called, we met and it was confirmed that it was my education that she liked. She had met quite a few men who were rich or romantic but not one who could speak like a gentleman. I was happy and even more determined to maintain that image and that is the reason why, instead of trying to smooch her that very day, I bid adieu with a peck on her palm. The waitress smiled and I knew I had hit the right spot. The next time, she invited me to her house for dinner. She started that dinner by eating my cock. It was clear from the start that dinner was an excuse. So, she was flaunting her lovely body in tight jeans with a belt and scant top within 15 minutes of me reaching her home. I just stood up smiling and downed my pants. I was hairy, dark and erect. She understood the signal and smiled. It was rather strange that after all those hours of dreaming of undressing the hot waitress, finally when I had her, I hardly had time to undress her and grope her! The hot Caucasian waitress sat on her knees and I was eager enough to just put it in her mouth. She did not mind, she smiled recognizing that I had controlled myself a lot for a long. Looking at my hesitance initially, she remarked – “You do not have to control yourself now. You can do whatever you wish.” Once my cock was in the sexy waitress’s mouth, I knew she meant every word she had said. I was embarrassed when we were walking together on the last date. Juliane was so much taller and white that people were staring at us in surprise. She had made me comfortable now with that suck now. It was after all not about height, it was about how committed you are to give pleasure to each other. As the Caucasian cute waitress bobbed her head on my cock, her blonde hair looked so beautiful getting messed up on her face and flying in all directions. I caressed her hair, took them in one hand and synchronized her bobbing with my thrusts. I pushed and she let me push and only then I realized that a girl’s mouth is, after all, barely 3 inches and one cannot push all the way down without choking her. She choked on the third inch itself. When I came for the first time, I confessed that I have never been sucked in my life and it would be a dream that she sucked me for an hour just like that. The sexy Caucasian girl sucked me inside out. I kept cumming and she kept swallowing. She sucked and sucked and sucked. Her pretty white face, her tender lips, blue eyes, blonde hair and beautiful hands – all on my penis and balls, trying to keep in a good mood. She was amazing. The waitress had not stopped but it was after 50 minutes that I grew desperate to touch her. So I pulled her up and undressed her. Just the way I had imagined, with my bare hands, licking every inch I was revealing. I laid her on the bed and opened the belt and jeans button. I pulled her jeans and undies together. She was shaven and clean. I buried my mouth in her vagina. After some aggressive licking, I finally settled down on the gorgeous waitress’s pussy, giving her small curvy licks and she kept talking her heart out. Juliane revealed that she had been especially shaving and maintaining her pussy waiting for me. She wanted to look clean before a gentleman. She really was clean.