Romance My first Onsite Experience

[madiha.agarwal]

I hadn't heard anyone come over and when I turned there was a huge man next to me. His dark black skin contrasted his white linen shirt and the muscles underneath rippled with the slightest movement. He looked to be in his early thirties and was quite a bit taller than me. Even seated beside me I had to look up in order to talk to him.


"I'm Ricky," he said extending his huge hand.

I was startled for a second when I realized he meant to stay and talk. He was an imposing man and looked dangerous, but sounded jovial at the same time.

"I'm Madiha," I said taking his hand and shaking it.

He was surprisingly gentle for someone so large and I marveled that my hand came back in one piece.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

A million thoughts flashed through my mind and I panicked. He must have seen the frightened look on my face because he smiled and leaned back a little as if to give me more personal space. Calming myself I tried to relax my face and looked him in the eyes.

"For the moment. My friends are upstairs getting ready and will join me in a bit," I replied.

"I see. I'm staying here as well," he replied but paused before saying more.

The bartender had returned and smiled waiting to see if I had made up my mind about a drink.

"Scotch on the rocks for me, and the lady would like a Long Island Iced Tea," he said to her.

"You ok with that, sweetie?" she asked giving me a strange look.

I hadn't read the menu yet with Ricky distracting me, and I had no idea what the drink was. I figured it was a tea though so it couldn't be that bad. I just nodded.

A minute later she was back with our drinks. Ricky paid for both and raised his glass. With a loud 'cheers!' he tipped his glass and drank heavily. I took a long sip of mine and although tasty, it had a bitter aftertaste that I didn't recognize.

With Ricky making small talk I sipped more from my drink. The bitter aftertaste never went away. When he started asking where I was from I interrupted him.

"There's something wrong with this drink," I said. "It is a tad bitter."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, your drink has alcohol in it. It was my idea of a practical joke," he said raising his hands in mock self defense at the look on my face.

I was angry. I could feel myself getting redder by the second. Judging by his reaction to the look on my face he knew it too.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes my jokes are in poor taste. I should have stopped to consider your religious beliefs," he said.

"Nothing to do with religion," I replied angrily. "But you're lucky I am not a '. or you would have worn this drink."

An almost imperceptible smile played across his face for a second and if I hadn't been watching I would have missed it.

"I am sorry. Let me make up for my bad joke by buying you dinner," He said.

I realized I was just as much at fault for agreeing to get a drink I knew nothing about and my anger cooled a little. He may have been playing a joke but if I had looked at the menu I would have known better.

The guys weren't really here and I had no other company so I figured dinner with conversation, other than how to save a few rupees, would be pleasant. With the bar and restaurant being in the hotel there was no chance of me getting caught.

He let the bartender know we were going to eat and we picked up our drinks to find a table. I made sure to choose one out in the open and near others just in case.
"What would you like?" He asked.

"I really don't know what any of these are," I said looking at the menu.

"Now that I've been made aware that your religious beliefs are not an issue, may I order for you?" he asked with a smirk.

I gave him a dirty look but nodded. He thought he was being funny and I wanted to make sure he knew it was noticed and not really appreciated.

When the waitress came over he ordered a basket of chicken wings for us to share and a chicken quesadilla for me. When he ordered a steak for himself I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
We talked long after our meal was finished and I found myself giggling and laughing at some of the silliest things he would say. I wasn't sure if he was really funny or if the three additional Long Island Iced Teas were responsible. Being a little dizzy I thought it might be the drinks.

Eventually I found myself opening up. We had talked of college days and cultural differences and we were currently on what we did now for a living. I explained my job and that I was at the end of a six week business trip, and that the guys I was working with were out at a 'strip club' having sex.
"Here in America there is a difference. If they went to a strip club then they are only getting to look. They can have women dance close to them but they are not allowed to touch. In some states people operate brothels. Those are the ones where you can go to have sex," he explained.

Looking back I realize that it was this exact moment in the conversation that opened the door to what was to come that evening. My lack of knowledge of western expressions got me into a little more trouble than I had been hoping for. Or maybe it was exactly what I was looking for.

The conversation took a sexual turn at this point and he didn't even try to be subtle. He asked if I had a boyfriend and I explained that I did, but we had never done anything. There had been my landlord a few years earlier but it wasn't something I wanted to get into here and now with him.
My sex with landlord

Turning the tables on him I asked him how sexually active he was and his reply shocked me.
"Numerous one night stands," he said. "I do a lot of traveling for work."

He wasn't a very good looking man and I doubted he was telling the truth. Most guys liked to brag about encounters that never happened, or they liked to increase their counts to make up for their inability to score.

"Once you go black. . ." he said with a wink.

I looked at him waiting for him to finish the sentence and he stared at me in disbelief.

"You've never heard that before?" he asked incredulously.

"Heard what?" I asked.

"Once you go black, you never go back," he replied. "You've seriously never heard that saying before?"

"No. Why wouldn't they go back?" I asked.

He seemed to be getting a cocky attitude at this point and I was pretty sure the drinks he had had were responsible. At least I hoped it was. We were having fun up to now and I didn't want that to change.

"Well, as the saying implies, black men have been naturally endowed with massive cocks that little women such as yourself cannot resist," he replied.

"Oh really? Is yours big then?" I asked in a giggle without even pausing to consider my words.
A sly smile stole across his face and he leaned back in his chair.

"You want to take a look?" he asked teasingly.

"What? Here?" I asked in a shocked tone that was a little louder than I had planned.

"Here or up in your room. I'm not shy," he replied.

"But my friends. . ." I started but he cut me off.

"Nobody who goes to a strip joint comes home early, especially on their last night in town. You'll have hours to check and make sure I'm not lying," he said.

I understood immediately. The alcohol must have slowed me down before but there was no missing it now. He wanted me. More to the point, he wanted to fuck me. For a moment I didn't know what to say but in the end alcohol fueled curiosity won out.

"Why not," I said.