The Mail Room [MM60, WW178]
Continuing the story of Hotel Room 187.
It was years since I had seen Joe. We both moved on with our lives. He transferred to a different route and I moved away. I had started a new job in the heart of the city. The hassle and bustle of businessmen in suits, women in their skirts, shiny blouses and heels. I blended in with my short black skirt, my satin pale pink long sleeve shirt and my black lace-top thigh highs and black pumps. There was an envelope that had to be delivered to the office building across the street. I decided to walk it there myself. I stepped onto the elevator, people stepped off. I watched the numbers of the floor change. The elevator stopped and as the doors opened, he stepped in. My heart must have stopped for a second, we both looked at each other with amazement. We didn’t speak to each other until the others had gotten off the elevator. I could smell his cologne or aftershave whatever it was it fulled my sinuses. I felt intoxicated, light-headed.
“Are you the new mailman for this building now?” asking curiously.
“No, I’m the sub for the sub. Since the regular sub is on vacation, I’m filling in for him, but just for today.” He replied.
“Oh. Oh. Nice.” I tried not to sound too relieved, but I just didn’t want to start something with him again.
“Where are you headed now?” He asked with a hint of wanting in his voice.
“Across the street, to deliver these forms to the collection office.” I replied.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to have some lunch with me in about 30 minutes.”
“Sure. Sounds like fun.”
“On the 11th floor there is an office door to the left, when you step off the elevator. Meet me there. I’ll wait for you there.”
“Ok. I’ll be there in 30. Give or take.”
I wondered about this office. I thought I had an idea of most of the offices in my building. I was really curious about why he would have me meet him in an office. Oh well, I delivered the forms and returned to my office to grab my lunch. Stepping off the elevator I looked at the door. I felt nervous because it was just a door. I turned the knob, it was locked. He opened the door with a huge smile on his face. I looked around and it was the smallest mailroom I’d seen. He had a mini picnic set up on the desk. We enjoyed our lunches. Chatted about all the things that had happened in our lives. As we finished lunch, he reached over and touched my arm. “You look great.“
I smiled. “You look the same.” There was that awkward pause of knowing what we wanted but unsure of knowing what the other wanted.
We looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do next. We kissed, hugged and pressed against each other. I felt his cock hardening underneath his uniform pants. He began to unbutton my blouse, his hand reaches into my bra pulling out one of my breast. He attacks my nipple with heated passion, then the other. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt, exposing his hairy chest. We press against each other tightly. He looks at the desk, there’s no way we would be able to fuck comfortably on that. He pulls out the office chair, one of those older straight wooden office chairs. He unzips his uniform pants, they drop to the floor. I knelt to suck on his cock. It was of average length, but it was thick. I heard him really getting into my blow job, I wanted sex so I stopped before he became too excited.
He sat down on the chair, no side arms to get in the way. I slipped off my panties and stood there for direction. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next. “Sit on the edge of the desk.” I sat on the top of the small desk, thinking to myself I hope this desk doesn’t break while I’m on top. Not that I am that heavy to break a desk, but it wasn’t a secure desk, a bit wobbly and just old & cheap. His fingertips glided along my black thigh highs, back & forth. “Lean back, scoot down some.“
I felt a warm rush over my body when I felt his tongue sliding up & down my slit. His tongue hungrily explored in between my legs. His tongue dove into my hole, I could feel all the wetness running down the crack of my ass. I tried not to wildly moan or cry out loudly, because I was afraid of someone stepping off the elevator and hearing me. Ohhhh it felt so good, that I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. I sat up, looking at him. I had to smile when I seen my juices dripping from his mustache. He sat up straight in the chair. I straddled him. Taking his leaking thick hard member in my hand, gliding it into me. Down on went on his cock. Oh my god. I forgot how his cock felt inside me. Full. I rocked on him, back & forth and then up & down. I nestled my face in the curve of his neck & shoulder as I came. My hands gripping the back of the chair, my legs are getting a workout. I hear his breathing change, I feel his body tighten. His hands on my waist, tightening as I feel him getting ready to explode inside me.
Swallow rapid breaths I hear coming from him. He’s rhythmic breathing is turning me on – again. “I’m…I’m…I’m gonna cum again.”
“Good. Because I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum.”
“YES. YES. DO IT!”
“I’mmmm…..” I didn’t finish saying it. “HERE IT IS BABE….ohh…” We both quietly sat there, his cock softening in my hole. “I can feel our juices running down my balls.” I took that as a hint to get up. I stood up and as I did …. a mixture of blood & seed gushed out of me. I started my period. I stood there stunned. He sat there with that “oh fuck” face. I picked up my panties, wiped what I could off myself. Handed him the panties, “Here used this, try to get as much off as you can.” We laughed. “The Ladies Room is at the other end of the hall…thank you for having lunch with me. It was great seeing you,” as he was opening the office door. He leaned in for a quick goodbye kiss. “It was really good seeing you too. Thanks for lunch!” I said as I walked out the door. “Yeah, it was really delicious. I hope your enjoyed it because I really enjoyed myself!” I chuckled as I heard the door close behind me as I walked towards the ladies room.
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