I work at an office in the mail room. I'm so much more than the mail person; if someone has a problem, they call me. I help people get their car started or give them a ride home. If they need something opened or need office supplies but do not have time to get them, I’m the man for the job.

You work as an executive in the office. No one would care if you showed up at work or not. You work alone and are very antisocial. You even tell me to drop off the mail and get out. Even after you treated me like shit, I still gave you a ride home when your car was in the shop. 
 
The chief executive officer comes to me with an idea to try a dating raffle. He wants me to find out the relationship status of the staff so I can then decide who can participate.

I send an e-mail to everyone with the message that the CEO wants all single and available personnel to participate in a dating lottery.
 
Several responses come in by the end of the day. I'm surprised your e-mail says I need to mind my own business.

I take the bull by the horns. I pick up your mail and head to your office. I knock on your office and wait.

I hear you say, "Come in."

I don't give you a chance to tell me to leave before I say, “Look, the boss put me in charge of this dating lottery and wants every single man and woman to participate.”

You gripe, “I don't want to, but if the boss says we have to, than I am single and available.”
 
“I hope I get you, so I can fuck some sense and civility into you,” I bite back.
 
"Get out, I will never fuck you," you scream.

I go back to the mail room to go through the rest of the e-mails. I decide, I need some help. I know if I do not have help, some will say I rigged the results.

Sue comes into the mail room. She is married and seven months pregnant. I have been doing all the mail deliveries for two months since the doctor told her to take it easy.

I say, “Sue, would you be willing to help me? This dating raffle the boss wants to do is very time consuming.” 
 
“Sure as long as I’m not the prize, my husband will kill me, plus look at me,” she replies. 

I say, “You are not the prize. I just want someone who can keep quiet and vouch that I haven’t rigged the results.”

I explain to her, "Since there are executives and hourly personnel involved, I want to keep the results as private as possible.There will be only three or four, that will know the results." 
 
"The winners of the raffles and dates will be notified by my e-mail. You, the dates, and I will be the only ones that know who will be going on the dates," I explain further.

I sit down and write out an e-mail. It says:

Dear Co-Workers

There will be a dating raffle once a month. The men and women will alternate buying tickets for two dollars. The money will go to the winner to help pay for the date, so there will be no huge expense. The first raffle will be the men purchasing the tickets. The winning ticket will be drawn on the Thursday before the date. Then right after, his date will be drawn from a bowl of names. I will send an e-mail to the winner and let him know when and where to pick up his date. The person whose name is drawn will be notified when her date will pick her up.

Thanks,
Charles Smith

I move through the company collecting money,while making my mail deliveries. I am surprised by the number of tickets everyone is buying. I’ve bought five tickets myself.
 
I have the money when I return to the mail room. I've been given an office since I do so much extra at the company.

I call Sue into my office.
 
“You draw the number from this bowl since I am in the drawing,” I smile. 

I see Sue reach down and mix the tickets around before pulling out the first ticket. I had everyone write his name on the back to make it easier to find the winner.

Sue looks at the ticket, “It’s yours,” she says.

I pull her hand over for a look.

I say, “Now you see why I want help.”

I pull the bowl of single women out and have her draw the name. Sue moves the names around and pulls out a name.

She looks at it and laughs, “What a fun time you’re going to have.”

Sue reads out your name and I start to laugh. I tell Sue about what happened in your office and what we both said.

I send you the e-mail informing you that your date will pick you up at 7pm Friday. I hear you come into the mail room less than ten minutes later screaming my name.

I come out of my office to have you yell at me, “What is this?”

I proclaim, “Your name is the first name drawn, for the first date. If you have a problem with it, talk to the boss." 
 
You ask angerly, “Who is he?”

I smile, “You will find out at 7 on Friday.”

You storm out of the mail room.

When Sue is sure you are gone, she snickers, “She is going to SHIT when she finds out its you.”
 
“Remember, Sue, you cannot tell anyone.” I smile as I return to my office.

Friday morning comes and Sue asks, “Are you ready for your big date?”
 
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply.

I've ordered take out and a bottle of wine from your favorite place to eat. At least I think it is, for I have gone several times and picked your lunch up there.

I think back to the last Christmas Party when we were both a little tipsy. I caught you under the Mistletoe. I tried to kiss you just to be told you don’t kiss mail people.

You come to the mail room several times during the day asking, ”Who is my date?”

I comment, “You will find out tonight. You need to tell your doorman to let him in, so he doesn't cause a scene.”

You enter your building your building at the end of the day. You tell the doorman, “Someone will be coming over saying he is my secret date. Let him up and call me and let me know he is on his way.”

I arrive at your building carrying our food. I smile to your doorman and tell him who I am. 

He says you are expecting me and to go on up. I smile as I ride up the elevator. I think it was a good thing I grabbed a couple of movies before I left my place.

I knock on your door.

You open it and holler, "Oh, Hell No," and start to slam the door.

I catch the door threatening, “You either date me or I’ll tell the boss Monday.”

I see on your face that you are resigned to the date, as you pull the door open for me.

I explain, “Don’t worry no one knows I am here but you, me, and Sue. I have brought dinner, wine, and a movie, so we don’t even have to leave your apartment.”

Even though you despise having me as your date, you start to relax after a couple of glasses of wine. We eat in silence. I am sure you must be thinking about the words we exchanged in your office a couple of days ago.

When we finish dinner, I pull out the two movies I have brought. I am sure you will like one or both. One is Ghost and the other is Dirty Dancing.

I say, “Pick one.” 
 
“I love both of them,” you smile.

You settle on Dirty Dancing.

I sit on the sofa, as you put in the movie. I see you are dressed very nicely. You move to other end of the sofa and sit down. We are quiet through the movie. I see you move closer to me as the movie plays. By the time the last dance starts you are leaning against me. 
 
With your soft body next to mine, I smell your perfume. 
 
The movie ends, you remove the movie, and turn off the television.

You surprise me, by coming back over and once again sit next to me.

I start running my fingers through your hair.

I comment, “I think the best part of the movie is when Patrick Swayze comes back for the last dance.”
 
“That is good but, I think the best part is when her father admits he is wrong,” you declare.
 
I pull you close and kiss your sweet lips. You return my kiss but, when my tongue starts to enter your mouth you jump up and yell, “What, the Hell, do you think you are doing?”

I exclaim, “I’m enjoying myself and thought you were too.”

I pat the seat next to me and say, “Look it is just you and me here. No one is here to see that you are enjoying me kissing you. I could feel you were enjoying my kisses.”
 
“Are you sure, only three people besides my doorman know you are here? Will Sue tell anyone about us being together?” you stutter.
 
I pull you onto my lap. My lips touch yours.
 
“I promise, just the four of us know.”

I kiss your sweet lips again. My hand starts up your legs rubbing your inner thigh. I get to between your legs and feel the heat and sure enough, your panties are wet. 
 
I lightly rub your panties between your legs. You jump up and yell, ”Get The Hell Out, Now.”

I am confused, you’ve been giving me mixed signals for the last few minutes. I decide to go for broke.

I explain, “Fine, I will leave but, I will tell everyone what we did and did not do here tonight. I will tell everyone that I spent the night and fucked the hell out of you, however, you can ask me to stay and what we do will stay between us.”

I watch you think it over. You take my hand and help me stand. You kiss me again.

You state, “You better be fucking good,” as you lead me to your bedroom.

You hesitate at the door.

I hug you and ask, “What is wrong?”

You sigh, “It has been a long time since a man has shared my bed.” 
 
“Don’t worry you will be fine and we will take it slow,” I calmly say.

We enter your bedroom and I take you in my arms. I feel the tension in your body as I kiss you. I rub my hand up and down your back. I can feel you start to relax as my hand rubs your back. I reach for the hem of your top. I feel you tense again.

I whisper, “You are so beautiful. I want to see more of you.”

You relax with my calming words and lift your arms over your head.

I lift your top over your head. I see you are wearing a black lace bra with holes for your nipples.

I sigh, “You have beautiful breasts, doll.”

I lean down and lick your nipples. I feel you shudder as my tongue licks your nipples. One hand squeezes your firm ass as the other slides up your back and unhooks your bra.

Once you feel your bra come loose, you pull back and remove it. I move back to your breast. I hear you moan as I suck your nipple.

I mention, “Doll, your nipples are so sweet and your breasts are so firm.”

You start unbuttoning my shirt. You dictate, “You have seen me topless and now is my turn.” 
 
My nipples harden as I feel your breath, before you take one in your mouth.

I pull you close and grind my pelvis against you. My cock is poking you in your leg. I am sure you can feel it through our pants.
 
You state, “I know you have something very hard for me.”

I smile and slip my thumbs in the waist of your slacks and pull them to the floor. You stand there in front of me in your thong.

I quietly whisper, “You are so beautiful and I can hardly wait to taste your pussy. Then after I eat your pussy, it is going to feel so good to have my cock buried deep inside you.”

As I reach for your thong, you stop me. You move close and start working on the buckle to my belt. I reach down between your legs. You are soaked as you finish opening my pants. You grab the waist of my pants and boxers and pull them both down at the same time.

I grab your head and pull it toward my cock. You resist me.

I say, “You have seen my cock first, so now suck it. You better not bite me or I will slap the hell out of you.” 
 
Resisting, you realize I am stronger and soon I feel your warm breath on my cock. You open your mouth and lick the head of my cock. I tilt my head back and moan in pleasure. I pull your head closer and force the head of my cock into your mouth.
 
"Suck my cock, doll, and make me a very happy man," I beg.
 
As you take my cock in your mouth, I feel your tongue swirl around my cock as your head bobs. I see you are only taking half my cock inside your mouth, so I grab your head and force my cock deeper into your mouth. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of your throat causing you to cough and choke.
 
You pull back.

You inform me, “Give me time and I will take your whole cock in my mouth.”

I watch as you take more and more of my cock in your mouth. I can see moisture from your mouth as my cock comes out. I can see spittle in the corners of your mouth. I grab your head and force my cock deep in your throat, when my cock explodes and dumps a huge load of cum in your mouth. I hear you choke and cough again.

When you look up at me, I see my cum coming out your nose.

I go to the restroom to get a wash cloth to clean your face. When I return you are on the bed. You still have your thong on. I see it is soaked. 
 
“Wash your face."

I reach into your nightstand and find your vibrator there. I move back to your side. I put my fingers in the waist of your thong. You lift your ass as I pull your thong down and off. I see you have a shaved pussy.

The vibrator hums as I turn it on. The vibrator causes you to moan as I run it up and down your slit. Your pussy is glistening from your moisture. My tongue runs up your slit until it finds your clit. Sucking your clit, as I push the vibrator deep in your pussy, causes you to moan even louder.

You cry out, “Oh, yes, that feels so good. Make me come, oh please make me come.”

I move the vibrator faster and suck your clit harder. You grab my head and force it hard between your legs, flooding my mouth with your juices as you orgasm. I wait until your orgasm subsides before moving next to you. 
 
Lifting your leg over me and without warning, I shove my cock deep into your saturated pussy. I hold you close while my cock is deep inside your pussy. 
 
The vibrator is pushed deep into your ass. You jump forcing my cock even deeper inside your pussy. I start moving in and out of your pussy, while I fuck your ass with the vibrator. Soon we are moving in time together. 
 
The timing is down to when my cock slides out of your pussy, the vibrator slides in your ass. The vibration between your ass and pussy is giving me a wonderful sensation. I ram my cock deep inside your pussy and the vibrator deep in your ass, as I shoot a huge load of cum inside your pussy.

The throbbing and pulsating of my cock sends you over the top, making you shudder. As you start shaking through your own orgasm, you dig your nails in my back.

I pull you close after our orgasms subside. We lay together for a few minutes before I start to get up.

I grab my boxers and start to put them on.

You wonder, “Where are you going?”

I say, “Well, I am going home. You didn't want me here anyway.”

You say, “Stay the weekend. I made a mistake. I want to fuck you some more.”

To answer your request, I drop my boxers and get back in bed with you.