Being a medical supply delivery guy, I get to make stops and see the same people much of the time. I hit several doctor offices, clinics and hospitals in the area. One of my favorite stops is at the Regional Medical Center. Today, I'm delivering a package to a milf I've been flirting with for some time now. She works in the hospital's mammography unit. Jacquie's the name tag pinned on the brunette's hospital scrubs with her big tits straining at the material.
"How you doing?" I asked as Jacquie signed the delivery receipt.
"Okay," she replied, looking up from the document with a thin smile.
Despite being much younger than her, I liked the look of this middle-age receptionist. She's cute, with melon-size tits, wide hips, and a nice plump butt. Ripe, I thought. "I've always wondered, Jacquie ... you married?"
She returned her pen to a desk caddy and eyed me without word, then said, "Yes. Hospital rules won't let me wear a ring at work."
"Hmm, my loss." I smile into her pretty face.
"Oh, why is that?"
"I'm into what I see," I said, looking her over deliberately. "If you weren't hooked-up, I'd ask you for a date. That is, if there's not a problem going out with a black man."
"No, of course not," she replied quickly with a shake of her head.
"You ever gone black?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Just curious I suppose ... checking if you're prejudiced. Or if you'd ever been blacked and got nasty?" I wondered how this married milf would react to my comment.
"Well ... LeRon, your question is offensive." Her face looked flushed and her voice a bit shaky, but otherwise she didn't appear offended. "But the answer is another, no."
In my past deliveries to Jacquie's department she had always been friendly and smiling while we chatted. Maybe even a bit flirty with me. At the same time, I'd noticed her taking in my good looks and muscular body. I took a risk. "Ever wonder if the myth about big black cock is true?"
Jacquie lifted the box of supplies I'd brought off the counter to put it on a table along the office's rear wall. As she walked away I admired her big butt. Coming back I eyed her heavy breasts swaying under her top. Overall, I could tell the white wife had a nice, well kept, thick body.
"You need anything else?" Jacquie asked, back at her station and finding me still standing at the counter.
Some of your white married pussy was my thought, but didn't say it. "Just the answer to my big black cock question."
"I have no idea," she said.
"You work in a hospital," I scoffed. "Where men patients strip down raw ... and you don't know?"
"Mammography just deals with women."
"I see. Want to find out?" I rubbed at the crotch of my pants. My cock was hardening.
Without bothering to answer or look at me, she got a purse from a credenza near her desk, retrieving a wedding ring from it to slip onto a finger. "I need to go. When you came in I was shutting down the office for lunch hour."
"So, that's why it's so quiet in here. So everybody else is gone, huh?" I noticed her alone when I came in earlier. "Which is good news. I can show you the truth about black cocks in private." I stepped to her side of the counter and unzipped my pants.
Jacquie gave a slight gasp, but her eyes were glued to my crotch and the sight of me reaching in for my swelling black cock.
I pulled out my long thick cock. Pointing it at her I began to stroke my meat. "Like what you see? I know you want to touch it, Jacquie."
The older woman couldn't help herself from staring at my hard-on.
"Please, I'm married," she said softly under her breath. There was a quiver in her voice.
"I don't mind. Our secret," I replied, brushing past her token protest while pushing the waistband of my pants to mid-thigh. With my free hand, I freed my large ball sac. I didn't wear underwear. "Go ahead, Jacquie, fondle my nuts."
She stared at my stiff black cock and jouncing balls, enthralled. "Please promise you won't say a word to anyone," she whispered. Her voice husky with lust.
"I won't say shit. Now do it" I demanded.
