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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.