I had never thought that I would be the type to mess around at work, especially with someone twenty years younger than I was, and black, at that. But there was something that occurred that made me suddenly change my mind. We got a new mail clerk. They used to call them errand boys or mail boys, but with the rise of nonsexist names, and especially with the rise of civil rights and color blind offices, we certainly could not call them a "mail boy" he almost became "mail person" instead of "mail clerk."

What brought him to my attention was the fact that when he came to my desk and delivered mail, he didn't just leave it on the desk. He didn't stay in front of the desk, either. He stood beside me, the bulge of his crotch nearly right in my face. I could smell him, the fresh, manly aroma of some sort of after shave or cologne that he was wearing permeating the air. It was a clean but musky smell, and it seemed to come from his crotch.

I was 47 years old at the time, and I had been divorced for eleven years. I was a professional woman, and I didn't have time to date. Sex was out of the question, since I didn't whore around, and I had very little time to meet anyone. I got to know my Bob pretty well. In case you don't know, that stands for Battery Operated Boyfriend. A vibrator. Anyway, the mail clerk changed that for me.

Several times I turned and looked at him, and I could see the shape of his cock in his trousers. It was no tiny little thing, either, but looked quite large, the shape of the head even visible through the material. I figured that he didn't wear shorts at all, as the shaft of his cock seemed to travel down his leg a long distance. I could make out the obvious shape of his balls, too, both of them, right through the fabric of his pants.

His name was Tommy, and he was a tall young man with a body builder's physique. I learned from his application that he was eighteen years old. He had dark black, curly hair, and thick, luxurious black eyelashes that fluttered as he stood and looked at me. Several times, I caught him looking down at me, at my chest, looking down my blouse. His attention began to turn me on, and one day, I decided that I wouldn't wear a bra. I waited for him. I kept checking the clock, and just before it was time for him to deliver the mail to my desk, I unbuttoned my blouse a few buttons. I dropped some paper clips experimentally, and bent to pick them up. Yes, I thought, looking down at my tits, everything was visible. I was sure that he was going to be able to check out my hardening nipples as I bent over.

He came up to me, and I could tell he was there before I even saw him, from the distinct musky odor of his cologne. I looked up at hm, and he was looking right down my blouse. I reached for my cup of coffee on my desk and knocked a few papers on the floor. I bent down, just as he did, and we met, face-to-chest, on the floor. He looked right at my tits, which were perfectly visible to his appreciative eyes.

"Thank you, Tommy," I said, looking him in the eyes.

"You're welcome," he whispered. He didn't stand up, didn't move away toward the door. He stared right at my tits. His tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. Then, his face reddened as his gaze found my eyes again.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry," he said, and stood up.

"Oh, no, Tommy," I said. I stood and walked over to my door, standing in his way. "It makes me feel good to be appreciated."

He stood there beside my desk, the bulge in his crotch a little larger than before, and looked at me quizzically. I stepped out of the doorway and reached behind me and closed the door to my office. Latching it behind me, I moved to the edge of my desk. I leaned back, letting my blouse fall open. He reached up and touched the cleavage between my breasts, letting his large, dark hand brush against the edge of my creamy white tits. The contrast between the two skin colors really turned me on. His hands shook as he unbuttoned my blouse the rest of the way, all the way to my skirt. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt, where it was tucked, and I slipped it off my shoulders.

He leaned forward and I felt his hot breath against my nipples. Looking up at me quizzically, his face changed expression. He was frowning, and looked worried. He was hesitant, and it suddenly dawned on me that he had no idea as to what to do, and possibly, he had never seen a naked woman in his life.

"Go ahead, Tommy, do what you want," I whispered.

His lips suddenly came into contact with the flesh of my breasts, sending all kinds of chills through my body. His hand went under my skirt, and I could feel it slide up my thigh and pull at the hem of my panties right beside my pussy. His fingers made contact with the side of my pussy lips, and I tingled all over, all at once.

I pushed him away, and my hands, almost with a mind of their own, rushed to his belt. I fumbled with his belt, and then his zipper, and his hands were there, helping me take his pants down to his ankles. His massive dick sprang up, poking me in the face. It left a small trail of pre-cum sticking to my face. His balls were big, dark brown, hairy, egg-shaped ovals, dragging the skin of his ball-sac down, making it wrinkled and elongated. I reached out and cupped his big balls in my hand, while my other hand went to his fat, pulsing dick.

His cock was darker than the rest of his skin, and his balls were even darker, nearly completely black. The skin of his cock was smooth and warm. He moaned lightly as I point the purple head of it at my lips and ran my lips back and forth across it, smearing the pre-cum like lipstick. I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his fat cock into my mouth, moving my tongue across the head slowly, eliciting more groans of pleasure from him.

In just a few seconds, we were naked, with my lying across my desk, papers thrown on the floor. He had his face buried between my legs, his experienced tongue licking here and there, doing all kinds of wonderful things to my pussy. His fat balls hung across my forehead, and all I could see was his long, thick cock as he slowly lowered his crotch against my face. I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth, moving my tongue around and around it. I sucked it all the way into my mouth, to the back of my throat, and gagged on it.

He jerked, his body moving in spasms as he shot his load of cum down my throat. I swallowed, and I sucked most of it in. He pulled out of my mouth, and still, his cock shot cum all over my face, my neck, and my tits. His tongue suddenly made contact with my clit, and I came, a resounding, earth-shattering orgasm the likes of which I hadn't known in years.

He didn't stop there. He whirled around and lay atop me, inexpertly trying to insert his cock in my wet pussy. I reached down with my hand and guided his cock into me, and he thrust inward, burying his hard cock in me. I came again with his first thrust. He moved faster and faster, his fat balls banging against my ass. Suddenly, his thrusts became erratic and his cock jerked deep inside me and he came again, making me come again as my pussy was filled with his hot loads of cum.

We lay there on top of my desk for a little while, catching our breath. He pulled away from me and stood on unsteady legs, smiling. We got dressed and he politely asked me if I had any correspondence to have mailed.

We kept up our daily fuck sessions for three years. He moved up in the company, and I retired. He married my secretary, of all things! --- Patricia N., New York, NY