Firecracker

"Damn it!, Melissa... the game is blacked out! We've got to get rid of this local yokel cable company and get the Sunday Ticket or something -- I'm tired of missing games at the last minute!"

Melissa looked over at Kevin and sighed. This was the third time this season that they had to go out to some local bar to catch the game due to blackouts.

She started putting the food back in the refrigerator. "Give me a few minutes to put this half time food away, put on my face and change... I'll be ready in 15 minutes!" she called from the kitchen.

Kevin nodded and waved. They were both dressed in sweats ready just to hang home and relax a little, but they were also both ardent football fans and tried NEVER to miss their team play. He looked at the clock... FUCK, it was less than 30 minutes to kickoff... If they hurried, they could make it to Froggy's Tavern in time. He was already wearing his lucky team jersey, so he threw on a pair of jeans, socks and sneakers. He stuck his head into the bathroom where Melissa was "putting on her face" as she called it.

He felt his cock stir a little looking at his wife... Even after almost 15 years of marriage, she still managed to give him wood whenever he saw her petite yoga butt. She was wearing a black thong and even though she didn't need one, a matching bra. God has graced her with the most amazing ass and slender legs he had ever seen in his life, a pale sexy body and a flat stomach. Her breasts were about a 34b but seemed to defy gravity. When they first met, she was an "A" cup and very self-conscious about it.

Kevin never complained -- he was never into large breasts on a woman and Melissa certainly loved hers sucked on -- as a matter of fact, she was the first woman he had ever been with that could orgasm just from getting her breasts sucked. Early in their dating life, she had worn padded bras to try to enhance the "girls" for him, but when she discovered he loved her just the way God made her, she gave them up, preferring to go either braless or with just minimal support to keep her nipples from showing too much. Kevin loved watching her wearing just one of his button-down shirts as a dress with a thong and no bra. It was like lingerie for him.

"Hurry up, babes... we can still make kickoff if you stop fucking with your war paint... you look amazing the way you are..."

Melissa smacked his arm. "Yeah, I'm sure the boys at Froggy's would love seeing your sexy wife walk in wearing just a thong and bra... ha!"

Kevin grinned and said, "Even better, no bra!"

Melissa blew him a kiss and told him to leave her alone -- she'd be out in a minute. When she emerged from the closet, she was wearing a pair of form fitting yoga pants, white sneakers and a jersey he had bought her for Christmas the year before...

He whistled -- "Fuck, baby... turn around, let me see that ass...."

She smiled and turned and stuck her butt out a little for him. "Too much?" she asked.

"Absolutely not, sexy girl -- lose the bra and we'll be ready to go!"

She rolled her eyes and told him he was incorrigible. "I have to wear a bra with this jersey... the material is a little scratchy and it's a little too see through to go out without one. My nipple might slip out of some of this mesh!"

Kevin grinned. "One could only hope! C'mon, honey -- let's go -- once word gets out that the game is blacked out, Froggy's is going to be packed."

Melissa looked at herself one last time in the mirror and ran her fingers through her thick auburn hair, fluffing it out a little. It used to be longer, but she started wearing it shorter when she turned around forty -- It was just at her neckline now and fit her professional style a little better. Kevin loved the length and the color -- always called her his little firecracker. Satisfied she looked presentable, she climbed in the passenger side of Kevin's Bronco, and they made the short drive to the bar. The parking lot was already three quarters full, which made Kevin groan.

"I hope we can get seats at the bar -- the tables are all going to be taken, I think." He then went on a three-minute rant about the "fucking cable company" again and was still grousing when they walked in.

As expected, the bar was crowded with football fans, and there weren't any open bar stools or high tables. She heard Kevin curse under his breath, but all of a sudden, Melissa tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a couple just getting up from the bar with their coats. Kevin grinned and swooped in on the open bar stools leaving her waiting at the tavern entrance.

Melissa tried to follow quickly but lost him in the sea of bodies. Being just a hair over five foot tall, she had to slide between some really big guys with a smile and an "excuse me" here and there until she got closer. At one point, she felt a hand slide across her ass and looked up, but couldn't determine who the Mad Fondler was, so she just shook her head. It wasn't the first time over the years that guys had taken liberties in crowded situations, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. If she were honest, she didn't really mind -- it was sort of harmless fun and secretly, she enjoyed the attention. For years, she had body shamed herself because of her small breasts but Kevin had taught her that some guys ADORED a body like hers and grew out of her insecurities.

She caught up to Kevin, who was grinning. "Good eye, babe... right up front, right in front of a television...!"

She slid up onto the stool next to him and grabbed his arm. "You sort of left me back there to fend for myself, dude... I had at least two butt grabs on my way over here..."

Kevin laughed..." And I'm sure you enjoyed both of them!" Melissa smirked and gave him a smack on the arm. The game was starting, and they had beers in front of them, so all was good. At some point, Kevin ordered some wings and Melissa changed from beer to wine. They had just finished their meal, and their team was up by ten points, so she told him she was going to the bathroom but would be back in a minute. After she washed her hands, she worked her way back through the bar but was stopped twice by guys with corny pickup lines. She was used to guys coming onto her -- something about a petite redhead seemed to bring out the horn dog in guys and she learned to smile politely and shut them down decisively without getting all worked up. By the time she made it back to Kevin, she saw that some young black guy had taken her seat and was chatting with him. So she just stood back and folded her arms looking at Kevin.

Kevin looked past the guy he was talking to into Melissa's eyes and then nudged the guy.

"Here she is.... Babe, I was just talking about you -- this is Tyson Briggs. We work together."

Melissa gave Kevin a funny look. He never mentioned a Tyson before. She recovered quickly though and gave him a smile and shook his hand. "Hey, Tyson -- it's very nice to meet you... how long have you and my husband worked together?"

Tyson got up off the stool and offered it back to her. The first thing Melissa noticed was how TALL he was. He had to be at least 6'3 or more... and YOUNG. Was he even 18? He was cute and she was sure he had his share of women... As she was staring at him, she realized he was answering her, and she wasn't paying attention. She shook her head when he stopped and asked him to repeat what he had said, blaming it on the noise in the bar.

Tyson grinned at her. He said, "I said it was very nice to meet you as well. I don't work directly with Kevin -- I'm in IT for the company... I fixed his computer a couple of months ago -- I guess I'm not that impressionable. Haha..."

Melissa pursed her lips and gave Kevin a glare... She turned back to Tyson and said, "Kevin breaks his computer on a regular basis... he probably just didn't remember who fixed it for him this time. Don't feel badly..." And then she stuck her tongue out at her husband.

She looked back at Tyson, smiled, and said, "Kevin said you guys were talking about me? What about?"

Tyson looked to Kevin for guidance, but Kevin was sipping his beer and watching the game, so he probably wasn't paying attention. He turned back to Melissa with a frustrated look and said, "Kevin told me you own a bookstore? That you'd be able to get me textbooks at a discount. I'm going to college and every semester, all the books cost me close to a thousand dollars. I'm going broke just paying for supplies!"

Melissa burst out laughing at the poor kid. She said, "Well, Kevin's an idiot.... first of all. I love him to death but sometimes he says things that make me wonder if he was dropped on his head as a child. Our FAMILY owns a bookstore... but we're not like Barnes and Nobles or Amazon or anything. We're very small -- did you ever see You've Got Mail? Meg Ryan owns a little bookstore and has to fight against Tom Hanks and the big conglomerate bookstore giant. Well, we're the small bookstore... a dying breed -- almost extinct."

The kid looked at Melissa like he had two heads. She realized he never saw the movie, probably wasn't born when the movie came out... and that he had no idea what she was talking about. She decided to take a different approach.

She said, "Tyson... I remember going to college and how expensive the books are. What are you going to school for? Do you have a list of the books you will need to buy coming up next semester? No promises but if you give me a list, I'll see what I can do for you. It's true we do get preferential pricing over retail, but I'm not sure about textbooks."

Tyson broke out in a big smile. "I'm going for Computer Science and Network Security. ANYTHING you can do to save me a few bucks would be greatly appreciated, Mrs. Jackson! I'll put together a list of books -- can I email it over to you or should I just give it to Kevin?"

Melissa laughed..." First of all, it's Melissa, not Mrs. Jackson. And if you give the list to Kevin, I'll never get it, and you'll never get your books. All I'm telling you is that I'll get you a price and you can decide if you want me to order them for you. Do you have your phone on you?"

The kid nodded and handed his phone over to Melissa. She typed in her contact information including her email address, saved the contact and handed the phone back to him.

Then she said, "It was nice meeting you, but I see during the time we were talking, my team started losing, so it's time for you to go and let Kevin and I get back to our game... I'll look for your email."

After he left, Melissa gave Kevin hell for making promises she probably wouldn't be able to keep and for not telling her about somebody new at work. Kevin laughed and said, "Melissa, you and I both know you're going to be able to help the kid or die trying... that's just the wonderful person you are...! And as far as not introducing him, he hardly remembered his name -- just that he was another geek who fixed computers."

Melissa said that she'd see but didn't make any promises... she also smacked Kevin's arm and said that EVERYBODY on Earth had worth and he shouldn't be dissing some guy just because he didn't think he was worthy because of his station in life.

"He seemed very nice... very genuine and polite... unlike 99% of the morons we hang out with... I think you should be nicer to him. AND, I was thinking, if he's good with computers, maybe I can get him to upgrade that dinosaur we have at the store -- I keep thinking that damn thing is going to crash and we're going to be up shits creek without a paddle. I help him, he helps us... win-win. Unlike the team here... so much for your lucky jersey!"

As the game progressed, they saw their team winning, losing, winning again in the fourth quarter only to go down in flames in the last five minutes of the game. There was a collective groan among the loyal followers in the bar. As the next game was starting, Kevin asked her if she wanted to stay for a while or go home. Melissa opted to leave, reminding him that they had plenty of food and drink at home and why should they contribute to Froggy's retirement fund?

Kevin nodded, put his arm around her shoulder and they walked out together, waving goodbye to a few people on the way out. Melissa noticed Tyson chatting with a couple of girls in the corner and stared for a minute but then started heading out. He saw her out of the corner of his eye as they were leaving and waved, then putting his hands together as though in prayer and nodded, mouthing "THANK YOU" to her from across the room. She nudged Kevin and pointed in Tyson's direction - Kevin waved as they went out the front door.

When they got out to the car, Melissa thought about Tyson and her conversation with him.. Then, out of the blue, she smacked Kevin's arm.

"HEY! What's that for?" He cried out laughing.

Melissa grinned and waved a finger at him, "You're in big trouble, mister! One, you're promising things to strangers you're not even sure that I can do and two, you made it sound like you and Tyson are old buds when I've never heard you mention his name at any point EVER. And what is he, five years old? My God, your company is hiring infants these days!"

Kevin laughed. "He's at least 25, Melissa... Before he worked for us, he was in the military, so that's at least made him 21 even if he got a job the minute he got out of the Army - and I know he mentioned having his own place and going to college when he's not at work. It's not like he's a momma's boy living at home!"

He then kidded her and said, "Just because you're getting old doesn't mean the young studs are getting younger!"

Melissa burst out laughing and said, "I'm barely forty I'll have you know and you're at LEAST five years older than me, old man."

Kevin grinned and said, "Unless this is the new math, you're 43 going on 44, which makes you practically dust... it's a good thing you're married to such a hot old man!"

They both laughed and continued to bust on each other. Melissa wasn't ready to give up this conversation yet. She said, "So what else do you know about him?"

Kevin shrugged. "Not much, really... just another nerd in the IT department -- I know he fixed my computer pretty fast -- kid knows what he's doing at least in that department. He seems to be pretty popular too. All the girls in the office try to flirt with him when he comes in. I swear, half of them intentionally break their shit just to have him come in so they can spend some time with him. The guys in the office think he's gay though -- he never flirts back and as far as I know, doesn't have a girlfriend -- he actually is pretty quiet."

Melissa let that bit of information sink in... She didn't pick up a gay vibe from him, at least in the short conversation they had. If anything, she thought he was checking her out as they talked. Or maybe it was the other way around. She always felt like she could read people and knew when there was some sexual tension -- she was never attracted to black guys sexually -- always thought there was more between their legs than their ears and an intelligent guy beat out a guy with a big dick every day of the week. However, she wouldn't complain if he had a big dick that went along with the big brain but didn't hold her breath for that.

"So, just because he's quiet and doesn't hit on the women in the office makes him gay? This is the twenty-first century, Kevin... Maybe he just read the company handbook and is trying not to get fired!"

Kevin smirked at her. "Melissa, honey, you asked me, and I told you -- he's quiet, seems smart and good with computers... He's not a weirdo and seems to be popular with the girls. He's also polite and probably a little classier than the other black guys at work -- not of this yo, yo, yo stuff... he's black but he's not ghetto. Does that make sense?"

Melissa gave him a thin smile. "Honest to God, Kevin, you sound so racist sometimes... anyhow, I gave him my email address and cell number. I told him I'd try to see if I could save him some money if I could... so we'll see when I get his list."

When they got home, Kevin put on the other game, and they watched Dallas get their butts kicked. They had dinner later and as Melissa was cleaning up, she heard a text coming into her cell phone. It was an unknown number.

She opened her iMessage and read -- "Hi, Mrs. Jackson, sorry, Melissa. This is Tyson. I just wanted to say how nice it was to meet you today and I wanted to let you know that I forwarded my list of textbooks for next semester to your email as you asked. I understand if you're not able to get me a discount, but maybe you can look and see... Any help is appreciated. "

Melissa switched to her email on her phone and saw what he had sent. It was five textbooks along with their ISBN numbers. Good... That will make things easier to find. She switched back to the text message:

"I see your email, Tyson. I'll be back in the store tomorrow and will see what I can find out for you. Thank you for providing the ISBN -- that will help me make sure we have the correct version of book. Textbooks are notorious for making small changes to force you to buy the latest version. Quick question -- do you do computer upgrades? I may have a small job for you if you're interested."

Tyson typed back, "Sure... what do you need?"

Melissa grinned to herself... I need plenty... but she typed, "We have an old computer in our store that I think may be on its last legs... but it's the lifeblood of our business. I need it looked at, cleaned up, sped up and whatever else you guys do to bring these things back to life. Let me take care of your book question and we can talk about the computer at another time."

She got back a black thumb emoji which cracked her up. It occurred to her that they must not have a lot of black friends -- all her thumb emojis were white over the years.

The next day, Kevin left for work and Melissa showered and put on a little sundress and headed over to the store. Despite it being in a modern business district, the little shop maintained its small-town flair -- the storefront displayed a seasonal theme -- beach chairs and umbrellas in a summer atmosphere with some of the current fiction people liked reading as they sat by the shoreline. She unlocked the door and turned off the alarm -- the shop had a quaintness about it -- rows and rows of books, some new in dust jackets, others used and older with fraying spines from years of readers.

Her shop specialized in a niche market that was differentiating herself from the big box stores by offering rare and hard to find books for eclectic tastes in a homey atmosphere -- big leather chairs to sit and read, a small coffee and tea station and an assortment of cookies in trays. The air smelled a little musty, so she walked back to the office and turned up the air conditioning a little. She saw the old computer sitting there -- She had no idea the vintage or hard drive space it possessed, but she knew it was starting to run slower and slower and figured Tyson, or someone could sort it out.

She fired the old beast up and went back into the store to turn on the coffee and tea. It was hit or miss if she'd have any customers -- things seem to be good at certain times of the year and dead other times. This was one of the times when people were buying books online for their summer vacations rather than shopping in stores, so she used the time to get caught up on clearing out inventory and answering emails.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and went back into the office -- They had a security system to record whatever happened in the store and she had Kevin install a small monitor on the desk next to the computer that would alert her to any customers if she was in the back working alone, but she wasn't too concerned there would be any at this hour. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone with Tyson's list and started checking her suppliers for the books by their ISBN code. She whistled as the list started to come up one by one -- he wasn't kidding! Some of these books retailed for over $200 or more retail. She checked two wholesalers -- Neither had the most current version of the book in stock. She checked a third and caught a break... of the five books on Tyson's list, this site had four of them. Two were used but the current version, two were new. She could get all four books for less than $300.00 total and the fifth one new for $80.00 off retail. She sent a request for a 12 hour hold on them while she checked with the customer and then fired off a text message to Tyson with the information.

She got back an "AWESOME!!!!" and praying black hands of thanks from him. Again, she laughed. She wasn't sure why the black emojis cracked her up so much, but it did. He asked what he needed to do to get them, and Melissa said she would order them, and he could pay her when he picked them up from the store in a few days. She sent him the address for the bookstore and said she'd reach out to him when they arrived.

Tyson thanked her again and then asked her to take a picture of her computer and send it to him. Melissa took a picture of the old workstation and monitor and messaged him with it. After a couple of minutes, she got back a "YUCK"...

He said he'd see what he could do but that he wasn't a miracle worker, which made her laugh.

Melissa looked at the picture of Kevin on her desk and decided to text him and tell him about the books and how she had contacted Tyson with the good news. She also told him he had asked for a computer picture.

He typed back, "Was it a nude selfie or did you leave your monitor on?" with a laughing emoji.

Melissa sent back an LOL and said, "He said YUCK... hope he was talking about the computer!"

Kevin typed, "Guess you're joining the ranks of white women wanting Tyson for his talented hands!"

Melissa sent back a rolling eyes emoji and told him to get back to work. After she put the phone back in her pocket, she ordered the books. They would be shipped to arrive no later than Thursday.

She thought about Kevin's text... and wondered just how talented this young black guy really was?"

As expected, there were only a couple of customers the rest of the day. When business was slow, especially during the summer months, Melissa would occasionally hang a closed sign on the front door and leave early. She knew this was a bad business practice to alter hours, especially when the shop was already struggling financially, but life was short and she didn't want to spend her entire existence nursing along her parents' legacy, especially since they had passed. The bookstore was their dream, not hers, but she took over as they got older and it seemed to be her station in life for a while. If it failed now, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

She looked at the clock. It was only a little 2PM and she was tempted to call it a day. She was starting to pack up and looked over at her computer, which was still on. She put down her bag and sat down in front of the old PC. Out of curiosity, she opened a browser and typed TYSON BRIGGS in the search window and was treated to several hits. A Facebook Meta page, an article about his time playing high school football, a picture of him in the Army with his platoon and service in Kuwait and a LinkedIn work site.

She blushed feeling like she was doing something wrong with this social spying but continued, clicking on the Facebook page. There were several pictures of Tyson and his friends in various settings doing things that people his age did... Kayaking, in a bar somewhere, around a campfire. She clicked on one of the pictures that showed him on the beach. He had on a pair of board shorts with no shirt. Melissa noticed immediately that he was pretty well built... not washboard abs, but muscular and tall. On each arm was a very cute girl... both white... one blonde and the other a little redhead like her. She also noticed what appeared to be an impressive bulge in the shorts.

She zoomed in on the redhead. God, it looked a LOT like her when she was that age... pale, freckles, tight little body. She noticed how pale the young girl was compared to Tyson. Was that his girlfriend? Or the blonde? In either case, he looked like he was loving the idea of two white girls on his arm. Maybe they were just friends, but they must have meant something to him if he posted the picture. One thing was certain; Tyson Briggs wasn't gay - Kevin was being stupid. So he liked petite white girls, huh? She felt a twinge between her legs...

She clicked off the Facebook page and opened his LinkedIn site. In addition to his education and work background, she noticed that he had posted a couple of articles on science and computer stuff and commented on an AI article he had read. This kid wasn't young and dumb; he was smart as hell. Another endearing quality. The more she read, the more she liked him.

Melissa and Kevin occasionally watched porn videos Friday nights -- It wasn't a big deal -- just something they did occasionally that started several years earlier. Friday was always movie night and one time Kevin came home with a sexy video that was sort of soft porn. It turned into a great night of sex for them, so the following Friday, he upped the anti a little with a hot gang bang type movie... sort of stereotypical -- the wife is home alone getting an appliance delivery by three burley delivery guys and winds up getting chatted up. Two were white, one was black and after she watched the young conservative wife mom being tag teamed by these guys, Melissa was reaching over sucking Kevin's cock before it even ended. She remembered the sex that night was unbelievable.

So it became a fun habit for them and Kevin got good at picking up videos that he learned turned her on. He didn't actively search out interracial stuff, whenever a scene came on with a white woman and a black guy, Kevin would comment about how the white girls seemed to like the black guys - Melissa didn't comment much in return, but she did think to herself, "what's not to like?" But it was always a passing thought, and she never gave it much more than that.

She looked at the picture of the young redhead on Tyson's arm again. Grinning to herself and feeling somewhat emboldened, She opened another search window and typed, "YOUNG BLACK MEN FUCKING PETITE REDHEAD WIVES". A bunch of porn sites was presented all featuring redheads young and old, sucking or being stuffed with impossible long black thick cocks. She zoomed in one of the actresses that closely resembled Melissa. Her name was Jia Lissa -- of course she was younger and in better shape, but the hair color and body was similar. She clicked on a video showing the young woman in a car sucking a black guy and then having him fuck her doggy style on the trunk of the car. Later in the video, he fucked her hard and deep on a bed somewhere and then came on her face. While the acting was subpar in Melissa's opinion, the sex was absolutely real -- her pale face red and his dark body in contrast to her paleness was erotic as hell. And she was so wet, that the shaft of his cock was glistening as it slid in and out of her. She guessed that might have somehow been simulated for the porn video but from Melissa's view, it seemed real. Between how wet she was and the stunned look on the actresses face, she was in ecstasy.

The more she watched, the wetter she got. She looked at the security monitor to make sure no one was coming in the store and then sat back in the chair, pulled her sundress up and slid her hand down in her panties... She touched herself lightly while watching the video imagining it was her instead of the porn star and within mere seconds came hard on her fingers...

"Uhhhh.... FUCK!"

Her legs shook and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the orgasm came over her body. When she opened them, the scene was over but the aftershock of cumming continued to warm her body and make her shake all over.

When the orgasm finally subsided, Melissa shook her head, closed the browser and shut off the computer. She washed her hands and face in the bathroom and closed up the store and went home, thinking to herself that Kevin was going to get lucky tonight!

By the time Kevin came home, she had a nice dinner ready and a bottle of wine chilling. She was still wearing the little sundress but had exchanged her panties for a lace thong that always made her feel sexy.

He sat down and poured the wine..." Wow, babe, what's the occasion? You didn't just cook this up in the last hour... close the shop early again?"

Melissa took the glass of wine he was offering and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck..." Yeah, it's been so slow, babe. I don't know how long we're going to be able to keep doing this... but at least I was able to find those books for your friend -- that's a plus!"

Kevin laughed. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that Tyson reached out to me after you told him you found the books -- he was so happy! He said to give you a big hug and kiss from him... so maybe he's not gay... ha-ha... as a matter of fact, I think he's developing a crush on you!"

Melissa felt a shiver go up her spine, but she covered, saying "I was happy to do it... yeah, he seemed happy too when I talked to him as well. I told him I'd let him know when the books come in -- supposed to be Thursday. I gave him the address for the store, and he can pick them up anytime."

Kevin laughed..." Did he flirt with you? He does seem to like you!"

Melissa smacked his arm, "He likes that I got him a discount on books! I'm just hoping he can fix up our old computer... that's what I'm hoping for!"

Kevin smirked..." Yeah, you just want his hardware up in your software, tell the truth! Maybe you can find out if he's gay or not?"

Melissa smacked him again..." Kevin Jackson... you're an idiot, you know that? How come every time another guy comes up in conversation, you talk about me getting with them. You want me to sleep with all of your friends, don't you! What's wrong with you? You're all I need or ever want."

Kevin grinned -- "You know me, I'm a perv at heart... hey, think of it as a science experiment... you mess around with Tyson and find out why he's not dating half the girls in the office who want desperately to have his baby!"

Melissa grinned at him..."and what do you get out of this, I wonder?"

Kevin smiled and said, "Well, the satisfaction of either finding out that I'm right and he is gay or that he thinks my wife is a hottie! He can't keep you obviously, but as long as you tell me all the dirty details either way afterwards, I'll be a happy guy!"

Melissa laughed..." You've been watching too much porn, Mr. Jackson. Stuff like that doesn't happen to married people in real life!"

Kevin grinned and said, "Not saying it does, or it doesn't -- just saying if it WERE to happen, I want to know about it later... you'd have to promise me that you'll be honest... It's not a permanent hall pass, just a one-time have fun thing... okay?"

Melissa felt her face burning... she couldn't believe what he was saying... She shook her head and said, "You're absolutely certifiable, Kevin... and even if everything you're thinking is true, Tyson seems to be a very nice young man, a gentleman who has made ZERO gestures or given any indication that he'd be interested in an old lady like me! Plus you're assuming that I'd even be interested in a young black guy... he looks like he's eleven! That no turn on for me!"

Kevin laughed and pointed his finger at her. "He's 25 and from what I can tell, he doesn't have a girlfriend at least none that he talks about. Hell, we were together when I was twenty-five... you know how horny we were at that age... We fucked just about every day! Can you imagine how much cum that kid has backed up if he's not getting fucked regularly? He'd blow the back of your head off if you gave him a blowjob... ha-ha!"

Melissa laughed and then thought back to the video she watched earlier in the day and shivered.

"C'mon, old man. All this talk is making me horny... Take me to bed and show me what you got left...." She stood up and took him by the hand and dragged him into the bedroom. Truth be told, she was already soaking through her thong and knew it wouldn't take much for him to make her cum. When they got into the bedroom, he pulled off the sundress and thong and climbed between her legs and licked her pussy until she was drenched. She tried NOT to think about Tyson, but Kevin had already planted that seed and within a few seconds, she imagined it was Tyson with his tongue in her. She grabbed Kevin's head and mashed it between her legs... within 30 seconds, she came hard and cried out.

Kevin was surprised she had come so quickly but knew it was his turn and buried his cock inside her. Melissa wrapped her legs around his waist and after about five minutes of thrusting, they both came together and ten minutes later were back in the kitchen having dinner.

When Melissa got to the shop the next day, she checked her deliveries, but the textbooks weren't there yet. She thought about texting Tyson to give him an update, but she had already told him it wouldn't be until Thursday at the earliest, so she didn't really have any reason to call or text. She thought about pulling up more smut on the computer but chided herself for her lack of discipline. She busied herself with her other deliveries and happily, a few customers came in to take up some time, but by early afternoon, it was dead again. She sat at her desk and stared at the blank screen of the PC.

It really was a klunker... it had the old-style thick CRT monitor in that ugly beige color that was so popular for years and it sat on the big square box PC that took up half the desk! Kevin had suggested upgrading to a laptop but neither one of them knew enough about computers to know what to buy. Plus, there was some sentimental value having this computer. Like the shop itself, it seemed to fit the decor of the shop itself... quaint and historic. Unless Tyson said it was a lost cause, she wanted to keep it.

Having gotten through her daily chores, she looked glumly out the window hoping for a customer. After about fifteen minutes, she picked up her cell phone and sent Tyson a text.

"Hey, Tyson. Just checking in -- the textbooks are still on target to arrive tomorrow sometime. I'm usually here at the shop until around five PM but can stay later if that doesn't work for you. Please let me know either way."

She thought for a minute and then added a second text. "You asked me to send you a picture of our computer here and by your reaction, it sounded like you weren't very happy with what you saw. We didn't really get a chance to talk about it, but I've got some sentimental memories of this PC from when my parents owned the store and would like to keep it if possible. Can this thing be upgraded or should I bite the bullet and buy something more modern?"

A few minutes later, her cell dinged with a reply.

"Hi, Melissa! ???? Thanks for the update on the books... no rush, the class doesn't start for a few weeks, and I've got to get my money together to pay you. I only work in the mornings and occasionally get called out for emergencies at the company because I'm still going to school at night, so I usually have all afternoon free from noon until my first class at 7PM. I use the afternoons to either study or goof off, so I'm free to stop by whenever."

Melissa read the text and thought to herself, "Good grief... If he works during the day and goes to school at night, when does this kid sleep?"

A second text came in.

"As far as your computer goes, I was going to ask you about that -- I'd have to look at it to be sure. That's pretty vintage if it's the model I'm thinking of, but you can still get parts for it. The nice part is, with that big box, it's pretty upgradable. Without looking at it, I'm guessing we could adjust the bios, add some ram chips to speed it up, upgrade the video card for the monitor and clean up some old registry files and broken links... also guessing your drivers probably need to be updated. All of this will make the computer run new again without any real expense. The only other thing might be a bigger hard drive, depending on how full yours is... I have a lot of these parts already, so your cost might be just a few bucks if I need to buy something I don't have."

Melissa typed back, "Young sir, you're speaking a foreign language to me... I didn't understand half of what you said you'd do, but I trust you know what you're talking about. You're welcome to come by the store anytime to take a look. Since it's summer, it's been pretty dead in here, especially in the afternoon. I'm here until 5PM most days."

A few seconds later, he replied, "Is now good?"

Now? Melissa panicked. She looked down at what she was wearing... a sleeveless top and jeans, sandals... She got up and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror... just a little bit of makeup and her hair looked pretty good for a change. She smoothed it down a little and then went back to the desk and replied.

"Sure, unless you want to wait until tomorrow when the books come in, I'd hate to make you make an extra trip just for the computer!"

Tyson typed back, "No, I'm actually fairly close... I'll stop by in about 30 minutes and take an inventory. If I have everything, I'll come back and do the upgrade when I pick up the books, will that work for you?"

Melissa thought for a minute -- Why not... She told him to come whenever.

For whatever reason, this guy got Melissa worked up... She didn't know if it was because he was black or because he was young... If she were totally honest with herself, she liked his personality. He was polite, mature, intelligent and charming. He carried himself with a demeanor that a 25-year-old guy normally never would possess. She found him exciting to talk to in an otherwise sea of dullards. She straightened up the desk area so he would have room to work if he wanted to take anything apart, but he did say just an inventory, so she assumed he could just look at the software and see what was inside.

Almost exactly 30 minutes later, he walked in. He was wearing a white t-shirt and tan shorts and sneakers... the light colors made his skin look so much darker than she remembered from when she met him at Froggy's. She also forgot how tall he was. She waved him into the back office, and he gave her a huge smile and said, "If I don't do this right away, I'll forget... THANK you from the bottom of my heart for the discounts on the books, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. Money is a little tight for a college student and you made my day...! May I give you a hug?"

Melissa felt her heart try to push through her chest... She gasped and nodded and felt his arms wrap around her in a bear hug. Her face was smashed against his chest and for the briefest moment, felt his cock press against her stomach. She felt her legs start to give out a little, but he was still holding on and she wasn't going anywhere...

After what seemed like forever, he loosened his hold on her and stepped back but still was holding her hands. She looked up at him expectedly.

He looked into her eyes and said emphatically, "Seriously... thank you -- it's the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a very long time!"

She smiled and said she was happy to be able to help him but hoped he could return the favor by looking at her computer. Tyson laughed and said her wish was his command and asked her to turn it on. Melissa sat in the desk chair facing the PC and Tyson pulled up a second chair next to her so they could look at the screen together. As the monitor came to life, she felt his forearm lightly touch hers and almost jumped. She glanced down and saw the contrast of her arm to his and felt her nipples swell a little. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

Tyson asked her to press certain keys or to click on certain settings with the mouse and he started taking notes. Twice, he reached over across her chest to take control of the mouse or to look at something on the screen a little closer and their proximity to one another bubbled up some sexual tension in her. She squeezed her legs together slightly each time this happened.

He was mumbling to himself as he wrote down the machine's specifications and then when he was finished, he sighed. She looked at him with a worried expression. "That bad?" she asked.

Tyson shook his head. "No, not horrible... I mean the machine's a dinosaur but it's definitely upgradable. I can add at least 16Gb of RAM, which should speed it up significantly, you've got some outdated hardware drivers that need to be updated, I can adjust the bios and turn off some services you don't need which should help with the startup time and we'll flash a new video card. I have all those parts already, so no charge to you!"

He added, "The only other thing I'd recommend and it's entirely up to you is to pull the hard drive out and put in one with a little more storage -- That's going to cost about $25.00-$35.00 if you want to do that -- I can get a used hard drive by tomorrow on Amazon. You've still got some room on your existing drive, but the small drive is making it work harder and slower. By flashing the bios with the new hardware, you should see significant improvement and give you another year or two out of this beast."

Melissa thought back to Kevin's comment earlier, you just want his hardware up in your software and blushed involuntarily. She asked him what his recommendation was.

Tyson said replacing the hard drive was a five-minute job but that he wanted to make sure they had a backup of all her data before they did so. He said he'd do a backup before replacing the drive in case anything crashed. He also recommended that she invest in a cheap USB drive to keep backups of all their orders and files.

Melissa grabbed his arm comically and said, "My HERO! What would I do if you hadn't come into my life!"

Tyson laughed and said, "Quite honestly, my life has gotten significantly better since I met you!"

It was the first time since they met that Melissa thought he might have lightly flirted with her and wondered if there was anything to Kevin's idea that he was smitten with her. She was both flattered and scared of the idea.

She thanked him for the compliment and for coming by so quickly. She asked him if he wanted a bottle of water or coffee or did he have to go? Tyson said water would be great and started looking around the bookstore while she went to the mini fridge.

She was kneeling down looking in the fridge and called back out to him, "I also have beer and wine if you'd rather... you are 21 right? ha-ha"

Tyson stuck his head in the back where she was kneeling and said, "I'll have you know I'm ALMOST twenty-six... what about you? When do you reach the big three O?"

Melissa burst out laughing and said, "Oh, you're a flatterer all right... I haven't seen thirty in over... well, let's just say it's been a while. But I'll take the compliment. So, beer, wine or water?"

Tyson grinned and said, "Better stick to water today... I may get all crazy and wild if I start drinking at three in the afternoon..."

Melissa had a couple of evil thoughts pop into her head and quickly dismissed them. But she left the door open and said, "Well, tell you what... when your books come in and you have my computer all shiny and new-ish, we'll celebrate... I'll bring a bottle of champagne for the occasion. Do you have class tomorrow night?"

Tyson shook his head..." Nope, there aren't any classes on Thursday or Friday nights... I think the professors take long weekends sometimes. I'm all yours assuming the books come in as scheduled.."

Melissa said, "It's a date!" and as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she blushed, and Tyson laughed. He asked if the store was always this quiet and Melissa shook her head and said it was a seasonal problem. When the weather was nice, people stayed outside and the bookstore became a tomb, especially in the afternoon.

Tyson nodded and said half to himself that it would be a great place to study -- that the college library was way too busy and he was constantly interrupted by friends stopping by. Melissa picked up on the comment and told him that he was welcome to hang out any time he wanted to but that if the store became super busy for whatever reason, she reserved the right to "throw you out on your black ass!" Tyson's eyes got wide, and Melissa put her hand to her mouth in horror.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried. "That was supposed to be funny, and it came out so wrong!"

Tyson cracked up..." Well, at least you're thinking about my black ass, Melissa... yours is pretty damned good itself... those jeans looks incredible on you for a barely 30-year-old married white woman...!"

Melissa grinned. "I like your math, Tyson. But I don't want to burst your bubble, but I'm 43 and you need your eyes checked."

Tyson grinned and said that age was just a number and that she looked better than most of the girls in his class. He went on to say that he thought she was Kevin's daughter rather than his wife when he met me at Froggy's, which made her giggle. She said, "Oh, young man -- you're laying it on a little thick now. Let's forget about each other's asses for a day -- did you want beer, wine or water?"

Tyson opted for a beer and Melissa poured herself a glass of wine. And for the next thirty minutes or so, they talked about their lives... Tyson talked about his family, his upbringing, playing football in high school and then joining the Army after high school because his parents couldn't afford to send him to college. He said that his grades and a partial scholarship weren't enough to cover the nut for tuition. Now that he was out of the military, he was covered under the GI bill and working part time at Kevin's firm while he pursued his degree.

The more he talked, the more Melissa liked him. He wasn't a thug or a gangbanger, didn't have a bunch of tattoos and didn't talk like he was from some street life. He was a normal guy in a normal family -- hard working, intelligent, industrious. She appreciated how excited he got when he talked about certain topics. Part of it was his youth, but part of it was just that life hadn't beaten him down and told him NO too many times yet.

For her part, Melissa shared her life with Kevin, her parents and the store and her love for books. They had that in common. Both Tyson and her enjoyed the feel of a hard book over a Kindle or electronic media. She invited him to come just to read any time he was in the area.

When he finished his beer, Tyson thanked her again and said how much he enjoyed their conversation. He asked Melissa to call or text when the books came in and he'd do the same when the hard drive was available. She gave him a friendly hug as he was leaving and told him that she enjoyed getting to know him a little better as well. As they were hugging, Tyson put his hand on the small of her back and she was pretty certain she felt that same bulge press against her stomach a little.

After he left, Melissa felt exhausted for some reason. She thought about their discussion and found herself grinning thinking about him. He almost seemed too good to be true... smart, young, handsome and polite. She convinced herself that he wasn't flirting with her and any thoughts she had were in her own mind. She thought about how she was feeling when he was sitting next to her, his arm lightly grazing across her chest when he reached for the mouse... the sexual tension between them. And then she shook her head. She was acting like someone with a schoolgirl crush... so silly. Damn, Kevin! He got her thinking down this road and now his thoughts were logged in her brain.

She thought about what he said -- the one-time, have fun hall pass. He had always been a bit pervy in his comments over the course of their marriage, but it was the first time he actually seemed serious. She knew it was a stupid fantasy... they both knew their marriage would never survive her cheating on him with another man. But with his permission, was it cheating? Would he say it was okay and if something happened, would he renege on his words? It was too much to try to take in. The safe thing would be to just forget it -- Tyson wasn't interested in her anyhow. She shook her head again and buried herself in her work for the rest of the afternoon until it was time to go home.

She and Kevin talked after dinner. She mentioned that Tyson has stopped by and took an inventory of the computer hardware and said he'd definitely be able to make some improvements at no cost to them from parts that he already had. She mentioned the hard drive upgrade and Kevin thought it was a good idea. He also said they should be backing up their data -- that Tyson was right, if they lost all their invoices and client base, they might as well just close the business for good. He seemed pensive and Melissa was happy he didn't make any stupid remarks about flirting with Tyson or what she thought about the young man. She didn't always tell Kevin everything that was on her mind, but felt it was probably better not to be totally honest about the thoughts swirling around in her head that day.

On Thursday morning, Melissa woke early, checked her email from her phone and then the weather for the day. According to her supplier, the textbooks would arrive around 10AM. She'd wait until she actually them in hand before contacting Tyson in case the shipment was delayed. The weather app on her phone said it was going to be another hot day -- she was thankful the little shop had good air-conditioning, but it was still going to be a scorcher getting in. She showered and shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy a little before dressing. Melissa wasn't a waxer -- she kept her soft auburn hair between her legs trimmed extremely short -- Kevin liked a little "dew" on the patch. Keeping herself bare or waxed was a pain in the ass -- if you didn't do it constantly, it got a little stubbly, so this was a good compromise.

She put on a thin white cotton thong and picked out a little white and pink sundress with spaghetti strap shoulders. The straps didn't allow for a regular bra, but the dress had a bit of built-in support, so she didn't need to wear one. It was mid-thigh in length, so she softened her legs and thighs with a bit of cream, finished the look with a pair of black sandals and headed out the door.

When she got to the shop, she was surprised that UPS had already made their delivery. She guessed that the drivers made their rounds earlier when it was hot -- not that she blamed them, but she was happy that no one had pilfered her packages stacked up at the front door. She unlocked the shop and turned off the alarm and then came back out and started dragging the stock in. She checked the bill of lading and saw Tyson's textbooks had come in. She put them aside and finished the rest of the inventory.

Once everything was cleaned up, she texted Tyson.

"Good morning, Tyson! Your textbooks are in! Please pick them up at your convenience. Melissa"

She didn't get any immediate response, so she put the phone down and made coffee and put the tea on. When she came back, there was an emoji of a black guy with hearts in his eyes and a THANK YOU!!!! on her text message. She sent back a heart emoji to that and then wondered if that was too much. She found herself second guessing herself with this guy and decided to let it go at that.

One of her regulars came into the bookstore and they got chatting about the new Stephen King book and she lost track of time. When she came back in the office, there was a fresh text message from Tyson.

"Got your hard drive and everything I need to upgrade your computer... Okay to stop by right after 12 noon?"

She gave him a thumbs up. She was waiting for another customer to come in, but she didn't need to be there while he worked. She would get him set up and handle her business. He still hadn't arrived when the customer came into the shop but she saw him park and come in shortly after. She gave him a wave as he entered and motioned for him to go back to the office.

Tyson nodded and walked past the two women talking -- It was a good 30 minutes before she left, and Melissa walked back to check on his progress. When she walked in, he was putting tools in a bag he had brought with him. She gave him a quizzical look.

"All finished already?" she asked.

Tyson grinned at her -- "Hey, I'm good... I work fast... everything is in including the new hard drive. I'm just letting the files I backed up go into the new hardware. Should be done shortly."

Melissa nodded. She pointed to his books, and he smiled from ear to ear and gave her a hug. "I owe you big, Melissa... thank you again!"

She was getting used to the idea that he was a hugger and was beginning to look forward to it. She said, "Stop thanking me... just doing my job. I should be the one thanking you! You resurrected the dinosaur!"

Tyson laughed and said, "Don't thank me yet -- let's make sure the backup worked, and you didn't lose any files!"

Once everything was reloaded from the backup, he had Melissa sit at the computer and pull up the file manager -- everything looked like it was there. She pulled up her ordering software and that worked fine too.

"Everything is so much faster!" she said emphatically. "You really do know your stuff!"

Tyson smiled. He said, "I didn't get a chance to check your browser... please open that and make sure we didn't lose any of your saved pages or bookmarks, ok?"

Melissa looked up at him and nodded. She opened Microsoft Edge and all of a sudden, a number of webpages started to open on the screen, one cascading behind another. To her horror, Tyson's Facebook page opened, then the subpages she had looked at with the beach pictures, then his Army page, then the High School football page and his LinkedIn page. Finally, on top of everything else, the Pornhub page "YOUNG BLACK MEN FUCKING PETITE REDHEAD WIVES" and the video of Jia Lissa sucking and fucking the black guy in the car and on the bed appeared.

Her face turned bright red, and she gasped... There was NOTHING she could say or do at this point. All her dirty secrets were laid bare on the screen. Her snooping, her fantasy in vivid color made even clearer by the new video card. She put her hand to her mouth and backed away from the computer as if it were on fire. She looked down at her feet, realizing he knew it all now...

She closed her eyes, wishing the nightmare in front of her would be a bad dream. But when she opened them again, the pictures, the sites, the video were all still present... She felt her heart in her throat and swallowed hard. She couldn't look at him... no, this was about as bad as it gets.

So she was surprised when she heard him laugh. She looked up into his face, like a deer in the headlights. He had his arms crossed and was grinning from ear to ear.

Melissa stuttered..." Tyson, I'm so sorry... I can't even begin to think of a lie that would make sense here..."

Tyson smiled and said softly, "Melissa, do you think you're the first woman who has explored a black fantasy? I guess I should be honored that you thought enough of me to check out my social media stuff although I'm sort of wondering how you got from LinkedIn and Facebook to young Black men fucking petite redhead wives?"

Melissa nodded. She wasn't sure what to say or where to begin. She just looked down at the ground and said, "Well, there IS an explanation, but you've probably already put part of it together... When I was looking at your beach pictures on Facebook, I came across that picture of you on the beach with the blonde on one arm and the redhead on the other, the redhead reminded me of me when I was your age. And the fact that she's so pale compared to you -- well the color contrast was so striking and hot, I imaged myself in her position with you which led to the petite redhead wives site and the video of the porn star who looks like me. I was wondering if the redhead was your girlfriend, if you were fucking her, what it would be like to be that girl. And I got so horny and hot thinking about it, that I masturbated right here in the office wishing it was me..."

Tyson nodded..." Well, that's more information than I had, but it makes sense. So a couple of things... I'm not mad... I'm actually very turned on right now... And I'm so happy that you felt you could be honest with me. It means a lot."

Melissa looked up at him and felt like she was going to cry... She just nodded her head.

Tyson continued, "Also, the blonde was the one I was dating, not the redhead -- I've never been with a redhead sexually... but I've always wanted to -- I hear you guys are wild and crazy in the sack, is that true?"

Melissa laughed and told him he'd have to ask Kevin about that... but added that she wondered if the rumors about black guys being well endowed and great in bed was true.

He smiled and said, "I may hold off on that... but know this, I don't know what you think or if you know what's on my mind, but I've been hot for you since the first time I met you at Froggy's and would love to have you on your knees sucking my cock or fucking you so hard that you can't see straight... I just didn't pursue it because I knew you were married and didn't know how you felt."

He added, "I know EXACTLY what you mean about the color contrast and the taboo... I love that you're a petite little redhead and how pale your skin is... I wanted you to be bad but you were always so nice and cordial, so I pushed down my desires for you... When I walked in today and saw you in that little dress, I wanted nothing more than to hold you up against the wall and have my way with you..."

Melissa sniffed... As bad as she felt, she found herself getting damper and damper from his words... She stood up and reached out to him, stroking the side of his face gently.

She said, "Tyson, I've never been with anyone other than Kevin since we met and have never been with a Black man in my entire life... Yes, The idea of having you flirt with me made me dizzy -- I wanted you to seduce me and then ravage me to the point where when I thought about the possibility, I masturbated and came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. So, you're not mad at me spying on your social media?"

Tyson told her to go put the closed sign on the front door. Melissa felt as though her heart was going to pound out of her chest. When she walked back in the office, Tyson was sitting in the office chair. He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. As she sat, the hem of her sundress rose up a little -- he put his hand on her now exposed thigh. He looked up at her and said, "Look at my hand on your thigh..."

Melissa looked down and gasped... His hand, large and dark, looked even darker against her white skin. He said, "Keep watching..."

As she looked, Tyson started sliding his hand up her pale thigh very, very slowly... rather than go under the hem of the dress, he slid the hem up higher and higher with the palm of his hand, exposing more and more of her thigh... Melissa was mesmerized. Her skin was even paler the higher he went. As he went higher, he started to curl his fingers inward toward her inner thigh between her legs... When he got to about where the top of a stocking or thigh high would end, he squeezed gently, causing her to moan.

Tyson kept going higher as Melissa watched. The hem of her dress was now close to being at her waistline and her white thong was exposed. Melissa was a little embarrassed at how damp she was -- there was clearly a bit of wetness starting to saturate her panties. Tyson smiled at her then lightly touched her pussy through the thin material of the thong. She flinched at his initial touch and then watched as he ran two dark thick fingers up and down her slit, pushing the material inward past her puffy outer lips. She felt her legs start to shake a little as he stimulated her clit with the soft cotton underwear.

When she felt an orgasm building, all of a sudden, Tyson stopped what he was doing and pulled his fingers out a little... When he did, she grabbed his hand and tried to push it back up between her legs again. But he teased her... stopped, wouldn't let her go over the edge.

"Watch...." He repeated...

She looked down at his hand and saw him pulling the wet thong to one side of her pussy. Once her engorged lips were exposed, she watched as he slid a thick finger up inside her... Melissa groaned and leaned forward, trapping his hand a little bit. He added a second finger and was sliding in and out. He opened his fingers in a scissoring motion inside her and started stretching her a little. She watched as her juices saturated the webbing on his dark fingers, leaving a trail like a spider's web.

"Uhhhh, oh.... FUCK...." her voice trailed off as he sawed in and out of her... She bolted upright and was about to cum, when she heard him say, "Don't you dare cum... not yet..."

Melissa moaned. What was this kid doing to her?? She held her breath and tried to relax.

"Take off your thong..."

Melissa was only too happy to remove the underwear... it was heavy with her juices and felt sort of gross. She dropped them to the floor of the office and kicked them to one side.

Tyson lifted her up onto the desktop and laid her down face up. He pulled the front of her dress up around her waist and then lifted her legs up onto his shoulders. Then he slid his hand under her white ass and buried his head between her thighs, mashing the bridge of his nose against her clit.. She started to thrash and buck, lifting her ass off the desk as he licked and sucked at her pussy -- he was about to slow down and tease her again when suddenly, she stiffened and rose high off the desk.

"OH.... OhCo.... OHHHH MY GOD....!!" She cried out. When she came, her legs slammed shut over his ears, pinning him in place. His face showered with her juices. Her legs were pulsing, and she squeezed, released, squeezed again and again as the orgasm overtook her body in mini post shocks.

When she finally stopped resonating, her ass dropped back down to the desktop. Tyson grinned at her... turned to the computer and turned on the porn video with the young girl that looked like her.

"Suck me like she's doing... Take me deep down in your throat..." he demanded. Melissa groaned and climbed down from the desk and got on her knees in front of him.

Melissa quickly pulled open his shorts and pulled his pants and underwear down and off. She glanced quickly at the video and then grabbed Tyson's black cock and stuffed it obscenely down her throat, sucking and licking his shaft and balls like a woman possessed. He was thick and long and tasted salty on her tongue... she noticed she could still hold the base of his shaft while sucking on several inches of his bulbous head and wondered how long he was. Tyson was moaning and telling her how good it felt. He put his hand on the back of her head and grabbed a thick thatch of red hair and started thrusting his hips forward and back, face fucking her as he went. The more she sucked, the more she felt his warm precum sliding down her throat, coating her tongue and lips. She felt him start to swell and knew if she kept going, he would explode down her throat. All of a sudden, an idea surfaced... she stopped sucking and tried to pull out from the death grip he had on the back of her head.

Tyson went, "whaaaattt?"

Melissa said, "Don't you dare come yet. Come with me!" She lifted herself off the floor grabbed his hand and walked out into the bookstore and pressed her face against a rack and placed her hands high on the wall of books with her ass sticking out.

Tyson smiled and spread her legs with his feet. He reached up and lowered the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the whole thing slide down her body and pool on the floor of the store, leaving her in just sandals. With her little white ass sticking out, he gave it a hard SMACK, causing her to gasp...

Her pussy was still dripping from cumming on the desk and her lips were glistening, puffy and shiny... Tyson was hard as a rock from her sucking a few minutes earlier and he was anxious to bury himself deep in the little white wife's slice. He grabbed himself by his base and pushed the crown head against those lips. The head slipped in like a hot knife in butter, but as he pushed deeper, he felt her stretching and resisting him. He was clearly thicker than what she was used to, and she was panicking a little, her body trying to push him out.

He gave her another smack on the ass and pushed at the same time -- this time, he went deep. She felt his balls smack against the back of her thighs, and it took a few seconds for the two of them to get into a synch but when they did, he felt her pussy squeezing his cock tightly. She rose up on her tip toes to accommodate the size difference and felt a second, more intense orgasm building. Tyson could feel her heating up, getting wetter, tighter, so he reached around her with both hands and started squeezing her breasts, tugging on her nipples, and nibbling on her neck...

It had the desired effect... Melissa started panting like a dog and came hard on his black cock. It was strong enough to push him partially out of her, so he grabbed her hips and slammed forward, back into her again. She cried out and fell forward, her nose pressed firmly against a copy of "Seduction and Chocolate Lovers Snacks". How ironic, he thought.

She was soaked and dripping and made his cock feel amazing - she was like wet satin, and he felt himself start to swell... He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and it suddenly hit him to ask her if he should pull out. Melissa gasped and cried out, "Don't you DARE! Fill me, Tyson! God, if you pull out now, I'll never speak to you again!"

Tyson chuckled and muttered, "Okay, Boss..." and start slamming into her as hard as he could. The entire wall of books were rattling and he swore he heard a crack in one of the old wooden boards, but wasn't about to stop now. Melissa was cursing under her breath and trying to reach behind her to grab his ass, but the position was too awkward, so she reached down and wrapped her hands around the back of his legs.

"FUCK ME, TYSON... Oh God, fill me up!"

Tyson smiled to himself... he had been with white women before but none of them had been as turned on as Melissa... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered reading that the most reserved sedate white women, the ones you never suspect to have a wild streak sexually turn into the biggest freaks when they try black cock. He was learning today that it was true, and he would do his very best to ensure she didn't forget him or this day.

His hands went under her ass cheeks, and he lifted her up off the floor as he pummeled her sweet little body into submission. She started to cum again and made some sort of weird guttural animal noise that made him laugh. But the noise was followed by her squeezing his shaft tightly - it put him over the edge.

"Uhhhhgh...." he growled and felt his cum start to spurt and splash inside the little wife. His sperm mixed with her juices producing a velvety nectar that provided a smooth ride and an amazing orgasm for him that just happened to coincide with hers. He always loved when he and the woman he was with came simultaneously and today was the absolute greatest experience so far.

After he came, he rested his chin on top of her head and they both were breathing heavy but quietly... Still inside her, he pulled her back off the wall of books only to discover she was holding a book in each hand to steady herself as they fucked and when he tried to extract her from the shelf, an entire row of books came down with them onto the floor.

They picked the books up and put them on the shelf and she put her arms around him and hugged him. He held her gently in his arms.

"That was... oh, my God, Tyson... I don't even have words for what that was... I am so sated AND exhausted.."

Tyson smiled..."Yeah, you wore my black ass out too, Melissa... Fuck, you were amazing...!"

She grinned at him and glanced at the clock. It was already after five PM, so she told him she had to get home before Kevin gets there.

Tyson said, "Hope I didn't cause a problem for you with Kevin...?"

Melissa shook her head... she didn't want to go into the details of the "hall pass" with Tyson but told him it would be fine. She helped him gather up his stuff and walked him to the front door of the shop. She unlocked the door and gave him a kiss goodbye and then watched him get in his car and drive off.

She went back in the office and packed up. She put the soaked thong in a plastic bag and threw it in her purse and was ready to walk out the door when she spied the security monitor. Smiling to herself, she walked back to the closet and pulled the CD from that day's recording and put it in her purse.

She got home about 15 minutes before Kevin, showered and changed into a t-shirt and jersey shorts and was putting something together when he walked in. He came up behind her and gave her a smack on the ass and kissed her neck.

"Hey, babes... how was work? You get Tyson his books?"

Melissa nodded. "He's all set -- left happy..."

Kevin didn't catch the innuendo -- he just nodded and cracked open a couple of beers for them to have with dinner.

"What about the computer? Was he able to fix that up?" he asked.

Melissa grinned to herself and then turned and said, "Oh, absolutely... He rammed his new larger hard drive into my box and had me seeing clearly with that new video card. He's a hard worker, that one..."

Kevin gave her a funny look, trying to understand what she was saying, when all of a sudden it hit him. "Ohhh... is that right? Did someone use their hall pass today?"

Melissa grinned and reached into her purse and handed him the security CD. He looked puzzled, so she said, "I know it's Thursday, but maybe we can movie night tonight instead of Friday for a change?"

Kevin grinned at her and said, "Fuck dinner... let's watch..."

He grabbed her by the wrist and they sat on the sofa with their beers and he put the CD in.

As it started to play, Melissa said, "Before I forget, I'm going to need you to replace one of the shelves in the store -- I heard it crack earlier today..."