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a blonde woman wearing a tan dress and heels sitting on a ladder

A woman's QOS band catches her coworker's attention and leads to a spontaneous supply room encounter she brings straight home to her husband.

Our relief Doctor at work was a Jamaican guy. Quiet, polite, and a very handsome gentleman. When I mentioned him at home my husband immediately told me to wear my QoS thong to work...

I'd said no for weeks, but one day I decided to wear it just to see — to find out if he'd notice, or even know what it meant.

I made sure to reach up for some files right next to him, letting the QOS band catch the light, accidental on purpose. Nothing. No reaction at all.

I found out the following week that it hadn't gone unnoticed.

A few days later we were doing inventory. Tedious work. We ended up alone in the supply room, making small talk about family, life, the usual — all perfectly ordinary. There was a wobbly ladder on wheels that everyone called Charlie, and I needed to get something down from a high shelf, which meant I needed his help.

While I was up on the ladder, he said, "I liked what you wore the other day."

"What do you mean?" I replied.

I'd half-forgotten about it, honestly. I'd worn it for my husband, not really for him.

"The Black guy thing," he said.

I stopped dead. Three feet above him on that ladder, I had no idea what to do.

"It was for you," I heard myself say.

His hands moved up from the ladder to my ankles, then slowly up my legs. "Is everything good?" he asked.

"Yes," I said — and he slid my panties down.

Once I climbed down and turned around, I could see how aroused he already was. He lifted me up and set me on the table. I scrambled to free him, and I genuinely don't think I'd ever seen anything like it in my life. At least ten inches, pulsing like a heartbeat.

I hiked my skirt up and pulled him close. He slid inside me and I'd never felt anything like it — the girth alone was something else entirely. He thrust deeply until he exploded, and I was completely frozen afterward, unable to speak or move, feeling him continue to throb in time with my own heartbeat.

I left work immediately. I called my husband on the way to the car and told him to be ready for me. I don't even remember the drive home — I was still feeling him the entire way, as if he hadn't left.

I rushed through the door and absolutely devoured my husband, recounting every detail of my afternoon as we went. I think we were together five times that day, and I came every single time — just closing my eyes and thinking about that beautiful Jamaican cock.

He left the practice shortly after, so we never got to continue what had started. But I still think about him. We still bring him into the bedroom, my husband and I. I even found a Doc Johnson toy made in his likeness.

This story was submitted to our SDC Erotic Writing Contest:
"My First Big Cock" by one of our SDC members.

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