They all were much older, in their late 40s and early 50s. All were unattractive, shorter, over weight, glasses (except one of them). To be unkind: ne...bishes. The men were all bachelors, not surprisingly. Not much of a threat to over step our rules, which were "looking only", no sex and not even any touching, just watching. I felt that they should be happy to just see a woman who doesn't scorn them let alone one who would undress for them. I felt confident that we would be in control of such. I had never been with a black woman to this point and I must say, I would fantasize about her sexy sweaty muscular body! I have always thought that petite black women were especially sexy and I fantasized about fucking one at some point.One day at the office a chance finally presented itself to me and I took it! Rhana was an accountant with the company and we had made small talk many times and I sensed a certain mutual attraction between us as she always made it a point to speak to me and I her. “Reed, I really like you and I think that you are a very sexy man. However, I would just like to set the record straight up front. You see…” I said, before he politely interjected.“Galen, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I know exactly what you are about to say. Given my reputation, you have no intention of becoming another notch on my bedpost,” Reed said with a smile. A cold shiver went through me because of the analogy he had used, and it was as if he was a mind reader.After a pause, he. Julie laughed and set the bag of food on the table. ‘God that’s pathetic,’ Melanie groaned. Julie laughed again. ‘And your place is twice as large as mine is, so stop complaining,’ Julie teased. Melanie shook her head as she watched her friend set up the DVD player she never went anywhere without. ‘What do you want to see, Deep Impact or Dirty Dancing?’ Julie asked. Melanie thought for a moment as she dug into the beef and broccoli. ‘Is there another option?’ Melanie wanted to know. Julie.