It was in the late fifties but I remember it as if it were yesterday. One of those wonderful times in a man's life that live forever in his mind.

I was a senior management specialist with a major Chicago consulting firm. We had taken a contract to assist in reorganizing a large Pennsylvania company. Typically, between designing the new organization, selling the plan to the company and staying on site to assist with the transition, a contract of this magnitude would last a year.

The regular employees seemed eager to learn the new systems and had dealt with a couple necessary personnel transfers. One of the female transfers coming to the department was Molly Renell. She was a very attractive black girl, about twenty-five, with shoulder length hair that framed her pretty face and had a pleasing personality. Although she always dressed in conservative attire, her petite well proportioned figure was obvious. As the days went by we soon got on a first name basis but the relationship was strictly business. Female minorities were are then but Molly was clearly an exceptionally bright woman.

Late one Friday afternoon I was still in my office drafting a manual when Molly came in to ask a question. It took a while to explain the rationale behind the procedure she was interested in and by the time I finished most of the other employees had left for the weekend. Realizing I had probably kept her beyond her normal departure time, I apologized for any problem it might have caused. Molly smiled, said it was okay and thanked me for answering her question fully.

"Can I ask you another question?" she added after a brief pause.

"Sure. Was is it?"

Molly shifted her position in the chair as if to ease what was an embarrassing question to follow.

"You're always so professional dealing with the people here and never seem to socially engage anyone. And," she took a deep breath, "I wondered why you never hit on any of the women here like some other men do. It's a pleasent change."

I tried unsuccessfully to keep a straight face but finally responded. "It's just too dangerous. The possibility of triggering a harassment issue, even with an innocent compliment, can cause terrible consequences. You, for instance, are very attractive but it isn't worth the risk and besides..."

Molly cut off my sentence and interrupted, "Because I'm black?"

I'd never had an interracial relationship, not because of bias but there just seemed to be too many complications. "No, not at all. I don't see you just as a black girl. Like I said, you're very attractive but I don't want to jeopardize the situation."

Molly smiled again. "I was just wondering. I've heard that happens...it's too bad and I understand how you feel." She took another deep breath and added, "I'd never do something like that if it was innocent. You're so different from most men but in a really nice way."

With a smile, I thanked her for the compliment and Molly excused herself. A while later I was back in my hotel suite relaxing with some single malt scotch before getting ready for dinner.

Dinner alone gets tiresome on long trips away and, as I was finishing dessert, I was surprised to see Molly approaching my table with a folder of material from the office. Whatever she wanted, it would be nice to have some company for a while. I stood up and greeted her, then asked her to join me. Molly had changed clothes since leaving the office and was wearing a casual skirt and blouse.

"I'm lucky to have found you," she said. "I found an error in this material and needed your opinion before it can be submitted on Monday." She accepted my offer of a drink after handing the folder to me, then added, "Can you take a quick look at it?"

Molly quietly sipped her drink while I looked through the material but found nothing wrong. In between two clipped portions was a note: "Will you have a drink with me this evening? Nothing special but I thought you might like a break. I'll pick you up outside in a hour if you will."

This could be dangerous but it was Friday and I had nothing to do. Before I realize it, I nodded my head. "Yes, that would be a good idea." Molly gathered up the folders and left.

An hour later I slipped into her car. "I was hoping you'd accept," she said with a smile. "Is it okay if we go to my apartment? I wouldn't want to get into a situation requiring any explanations or causing trouble."

Molly's apartment was nicely furnished as one might expect of a bright girl starting up the corporate ladder. We sat on a big sofa enjoying a very nice wine and just engaging in small talk about ourselves - where we were from and what we did. Finally, there was a long silence.

"Do you ever try to kiss a girl the first time you're with her," she suddenly asked.

"It's not a matter of me wanting to," I laughed. "But only if I know she wants to be kissed."

Molly slid over next to me and looked into my eyes. I'd tried not thinking about how pretty she was but the scent of her perfume and her shoulder touching mine quickly brought it into focus. It was very gentle kiss, only a few seconds. Brief as it was, it made me want more.

"Nice kiss," she whispered with a smile.

"It's better if we both do it. Let's try again."

I put my arm around her shoulder and drew her willingly close before kissing her again. That kiss grew in intensity. Briefly, we separated slightly and I slowly flicked her lips with my tongue. Molly's lips parted and the kiss resumed with our tongues lashing at each other. That kiss laster longer - a lot longer. When we finally broke, Molly was breathing hard as she leaned back against the sofa.

"My God! Where did you learn to kiss like that?" she asked. "I've never been kissed like that before."

"It only works with certain girls. Ones that I really want to kiss and only if she wants me to kiss her. Someone like you, I think." I looked into her dark eyes and smiled.

For several minutes we engaged in passionate kissing until my tongue was getting tired. I kissed all over her face, eye lids, back to her mouth and finally started down her neck. Molly was making muffled little murmuring sounds while she clung to me. I traced a line with my tongue down her neck to the vee of her blouse that came just above the bulge of her breasts. Working on her neck with my tongue, I slid my hand up her side until it touched the bottom of her breast. Molly's body stiffened momentarily and she made a sound that seemed to be a stop signal. Her hand grabbed my wrist and held it for a moment before her fingers slowly moved up over my hand but there was no attempt to pull my hand away. Gently, I circled that lovely mound with my fingers before cupping it firmly and stroking the nipple with my thumb. Molly was making little moaning sounds coupled with "Ohhhh's" and Ahhhh's" and little gasps.

Trying not to draw attention to what I was doing, I began slowly unbuttoning her blouse until it was open down to her skirt. Again I kissed and licked my way down her neck until my hand again cupped her breast through the thin material of her bra.

"Ohhhhh. You mustn't," Molly mumbled softly but made no attempt to stop me.

"It'll be okay Molly," I whispered and continued stroking her heaving breasts and rubbing her nipples that seemed to be getting hard.

It took a bit of fumbling but I opened the front clasp of her bra and moved the cups aside. I've never been very good at gauging cup size but what I saw was nothing short of beautiful - not particularly large but firm while being soft and they stood proudly from her chest with almost no sagging. The areola, slightly bigger than a quarter, were somewhat puffy. Rather like what one sees on an adolescent or young woman and much darker than the light brown of her skin color. Jutting out were two delightful nipples, already swollen and hard.

Ever so gently, I circled one breast with my finger tips moving closer to the nipple before moving to the other one. Molly was whimpering softly, her body slowly twisting back and forth. When I flicked a nipple with my tongue, then sucked it between my lips she let out a gasp.

"Ohhhh Godddd! Ohhh Godddd! I...I...." She never finished the sentence.

Molly clutched at me then ran her fingers up the back of my head to hold me while I suckled her, all the while making little moaning and whimpering sounds. Whatever else, Molly's breasts and particularly her nipples were very sensitive. My hand slipped under her skirt. Softly I moved up her silky smooth thigh until I touched her hip. It was as if she suddenly realized what was happening and she froze.

"I mustn't let you...I can't," she mumbled and crossed her legs tightly.

Again I kissed her and told her it would be alright. "Just try it a minute. If it isn't good or you don't like it we'll stop."

I felt her body tremble but she uncrossed her legs. Still holding her thighs together she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my neck. With a feather like touch my hand moved over her panties and down until I touched her pubic hair line. Molly's whole body seemed to stiffen when my hand reached that critical spot.

"Open you legs for me," I whispered.

Every response Molly had made seemed to tell me she was afraid but I didn't know of what. Perhaps I was the first white man to suckle her lovely breasts and feel the nipples harden between my lips or perhaps she was just genuinely frightened. With her face buried in my neck and holding me tightly, Molly slowly opened her thighs just enough for my hand to slip over her bush and probe her slit in search of her clitoris.

What struck me was how hot it felt between her legs. The lower my fingers went, the hotter it seemed to get. When my finger tip touched her little clit, she jumped and gasped briefly before another trembling shudder shook her body. Gently I stroked the nubbin while she whimpered softly. Gradually her thighs opened wider and my hand slipped down to cup her sex. I knew she was responding but I wasn't prepared for how wet her panties were. Molly's juices were flowing heavily. Midst her moaning and whimpering, she spread her legs wide and slowly began thrusting her hips at my hand as I increased the pressure.

For several minutes I suckled her while stroking her through her wet panties. She bucked and twisted and dug her fingers into my neck and back. I could hear her breath coming in labored gasps just before she threw her head back against the sofa and locked me in a vise like grip.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!" It was like a plaintive cry that came before her whole body shuddered violently as she reached a powerful orgasm.

I held Molly close to me, gently kissing and stroking her face while her climax subsided so she would come down softly. She was still panting when she finally looked up at me briefly, then pressed her face against me as if to hide. After a while I got up, took her hand to help her up off the sofa, and lead her to her bedroom.

A nightstand lamp cast a gentle glow over the room as we stood by the bed. Molly was clinging to me with her arms around my body and her face again buried against me. I felt a hot tear on my neck and realized she was softly crying.

"Don't cry Molly," I whispered and gently kissed her before slipping her blouse and bra off her shoulders. Her crying became more intense as I fumbled for the buttons to remove her skirt.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," she wailed. "I didn't mean...want this to happen. I was just curious and wanted you to kiss me, just to see what it would be like." Her skirt fell to the floor. "I didn't want you to touch me like you did or let you undress me." Molly again wrapped her arms tight around me. "I didn't want this," she whimpered.

"Do you want me to leave?"

I barely heard her mumble 'no' while she shook her head slightly. It took no small effort to get out om my clothes with her hanging on to me but soon I felt her firm breasts pressing on my chest, the nipples like little fingers poking at my flesh. Molly still had her panties on when we were finally laying together, her body pressed hard against me. Slowly I started stroking her back while telling her not to cry anymore, then kissed her again.

Molly rolled over on her back and eagerly accepted a long deep kiss. There was only a soft moan when I again fondled her breasts before sucking the nipples between my lips. Her response was almost instant and she held my head as I suckled her. When my hand drifted over her heaving belly, there was no resistance and her legs opened wide to give me access. Stroking in gentle circles I moved over her pubic arch and into her crotch. At first she jumped but then, with a loud moan, her hips thrust up at my hand. Her panties were a hot, sticky, wet mess.

"Molly, your panties are soaking wet. Take them off. It'll be better that way and you'll be more comfortable."

For a second or two she didn't move but then, ever so slowly, her fingers slipped under the elastic band and she pushed them over her hips and off her legs. This was my first look at Molly's naked body. By any measure she was truly beautiful. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she trembled, unsure of herelf in a situation that seemed to frighten her. Her belly was flat as a board, flowing smoothly to her hips that centered a moderate thatch of black hair leading between her legs. Nothing too big or too small - just perfect proportions. We lay together on our sides, Molly holding tight with her arms around me. There was no way she couldn't feel my painful erection folded against her belly.

"Oh God, I'm so scared," she whispered.

"Don't be afraid. Everthing's going to be alright." I held her close and tried to make her relax. "Soon we will be joined together. And when you have fully accepted me inside your body, I will become a part of you and you will become a part of me. What we share can never be taken from us."

Gently I rolled her onto her back. She looked up at me for a moment before spreading her thighs. When I eased between her legs she drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around me again.

"Don't hurt me," she whispered. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered again and closed her eyes.

Proping myself on my elbows, I lowered myself onto her lovely body. Her body jerked briefly when my throbbing shaft touched her and she pressed her hips down on the bed as if trying to ward off what was going to happen. I could feel her body opening to receive me as I began a slow penetration.

"Ohhhh Goddddd!" she cried out and thrust up to me as I pushed all the way in.

I had no illusions of her being a virgin but I was unprepared for how tight she was. Clearly, not many men had felt the wet warmth of this beautiful girl's body that now encased me like a soft tight glove. For a few seconds I held her before beginning gentle strokes. Before I realized it, I was pounding hard into her. Molly gasp and groaned with each stroke that drove into the back of her vagina but they were the sounds of building passion and not pain. Her fingers dug into my back and her hips thrust up to meet every thrust. It wasn't long before we were both racing toward a shattering climax. I could feel the tension rapidly rising in my balls and knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Molly had already had an orgasm and from her cries she was again close.

I pulled back one last time before driving in hard and pinning her to the bed. The last thought I remember was a brief realization that I wasn't using a condom and didn't know if she was on the pill or otherwise safe but none of that mattered now. I didn't care whether she was black, white or yellow or even if I would make her pregnant. I threw my head back and with a primal yell exploded.

The first spurt of sperm laden semen sent Molly over the edge. It was like a choked off scream before she thrust her hips up to receive my offering that was being pumped into her. Her hips twisted around, grinding her pelvis against me as more semen shot into her writing body. I couldn't remember ever cumming so hard as I shot the last spurt into her.

I had long ago learned to bring a woman gently down from an orgasm and I held her close to me, savoring the result of our passion. Molly was making little whimpering sounds as she gasp for breath, still clutching me with her arms. I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her vagina as it tried to milk the last of my juices. I wanted to stay inside her, to feel the incredible heat of her body, but at last I pulled out and cradled her in my arms.

"It was never like that before," she finally said. "I never came that hard with anyone." She took a deep breath and snuggled against me. "I could feel it when you came inside me. It was so hot. I could feel it going inside me," she murmurred softly.

When her breathing finally settled down I looked at her and smiled. "It was never like that for me either," I said and kissed her. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

I went to the bathroom and returned with a hot wash cloth and towel. Molly was now totally relaxed with me and offered no resistance when I cleaned the sticky mix of our juices from her thighs, buttocks and between her legs. Finally wiping up the puddle she was laying in I grinned at her.

"You really made a mess out of yourself," I chuckled.

Through a big smile she giggled, "You gave me more than I could hold but I loved it. It felt so good."

I returned from the bathroom to find her under the covers with the side next to her pulled back. "Stay with me," she whispered. "Please don't go."

"I had no intention of going anywhere but in bed with you." No sooner than I slipped between the sheets Molly snuggled next to me, her warm body seeming to melt next to mine.

"That was so sweet," she purred softly, pressing next to me. "Nobody ever cleaned me up like that."

"What are you doing the rest of the weekend?" I asked.

Molly rolled over to face me. It was a long passionate kiss before she whispered, "I know where I'd like to spend it."

"So would I."

We were both physically spent. With an arm around her and her hand holding mine as I cupped one of her firm soft breasts, we fell asleep.