In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. Through work I hooked up with Gloria who is a very nice looking African-American woman about 5’6 with nice pecan colored skin, a nice set of 40C breasts and the typical black woman’s ass; nice big and round. Her mouth looked like it was made for sucking cock. I got excited just thinking about that mouth being around my hard cock.
After Gloria had told a few other female co-workers I hooked up with Janet. Janet could be considered an ‘Amazon.’ She is 6 feet tall and I guess she weighs a little over 200 lbs, but she wears it well. Her skin tone is pecan and I would say that her measurements are 40C-40-54. That is right she had a big ole ass and wore the tightest fitting pants she could. It seemed every time she bent over, her pants seams would split open. She also had some big thighs that if she got your head between them she could probably smother you with them if she closed them tightly. Janet had made Gloria her sex slave and the 3 of us met regularly to have some fun. (Check out the Finger Lickin’ Good series)
Everything was going great, Janet, Gloria and I were fucking our brains out and having fun with each other, but it was time for me to move on and find some more African-American women that needed to be fucked by a white guy. There was a vacant delivery route at another station so I decided to transfer there. The delivery route was not a mail delivery route most people would think of. It was a mailroom that handled the mail for a big office complex. The office complex had about ten fifteen story office buildings in it. So you know there were a lot of fine looking women in the area. With this route I would go to the Carrier Station pick up the mail that was to be delivered that day and go to the mail room and start sorting it into the correct company’s mail boxes. The mailroom had a dutch door, one that was split in half, so I could assist customers if they had mail that needed to be signed for, or too large to put in their mailbox. The good thing about this dutch door, was that there was a small shelf on the lower part, to allow a place to sign the paperwork that was at the height that most women’s tits ended up resting on it as they signed, giving me a lot of down the blouse shots.
I was having a good time checking out all the fine women that came to pick up the mail. After a couple of weeks, I started to get to know them. Found out their names, what company they worked for, if they were married, had kids; you know the basic information. After awhile I started flirting with them and most of them flirted back. I noticed that the majority of the women came to pick up the mail either just before lunch. I asked a couple of them and they said that they would leave the mail in their cars, go to lunch and then head back to work.
For my lunch I would close the top half of the dutch door put out a sign “Gone to Lunch” and sit in the mailroom and eat the lunch I brought. Most the time I would start lunch with jacking off, because a fine sistah had just stopped by to pick up their mail and had to sign for some and I got a good look down their blouse at their soft titties, which made my cock hard, so I had to relieve myself.
One woman that I was constantly jacking off and thinking about was Beverly. Beverly was in her early 30’s about 5ft 6, 170 lbs 42DDD-36-40 with dark black skin. She had a great smile with full pouty lips. I loved when she had to sign for some mail, because she would put her big ole titties up on the shelf and take her time signing for the mail giving me a great show. Even though all I saw was the top curve of her big ole titties and the top part of her white cotton heavy duty bra, I still got excited. Beverly caught me looking down her blouse and smiled at me and asked if I was enjoying the show.
I stammered and said “Err’ yeah” as I bent over a little trying to hide my hard on.
“See you tomorrow Zeke,” she said as she licked her lips.
I immediately hung out my lunch sign, closed the top half of the door, whipped out my hard cock and began jerking off thinking about fucking Beverly’s big ole titties. I came almost immediately. I cleaned myself off, washed my hands and ate lunch. I had a hard time concentrating on sorting the mail for the rest of day, thinking about how Beverly acted earlier. It was time to close the mailroom and head home.
The next day I arrived at the mailroom and started sorting the mail, not even thinking about Beverly. Several women came in and got their mail and I got a couple of decent down blouse looks, even a nipple shot when one woman wasn’t wearing a bra. I knew that it was getting close to lunch, because customer traffic was picking up and I was getting more looks. Finally, just at noon, Beverly showed up to get her mail, unfortunately she did not have any mail to sign for.
When I saw her walk in my cock starting getting hard. I yelled out to her, “Sorry Bev, nothing to sign for today.”
“Aw too bad, I was looking to give you another show,” she replied.
