Literotica Inc.

You realize you lean forward a bit when you hand me things, give me a nice look straight down your sweater when it's low cut enough? And the position of you sitting at the desk... it's the perfect mental image to imagine you on your knees in front of me."

She laughed softly. "Why do you think I do it, then? I know you like looking down my blouse. And I like to know you're looking at me." She grinned up at him, then squeaked as he pushed her back against the wall.

Moaning lightly she licked her lips and looked up at him, her voice coming out breathy as she answered his question. "Everything, Dave. I think about your lips, kissing me, sucking on my tits." She reached up to touch his lips lightly with her fingertips.

She let out another soft moan as she writhed against his body. She was so turned on by his rough voice and his body crowding hers. "I think about your fingers playing with my pussy, and your cock... oh I think about that alot. I imagine sucking it... I imagine you thrusting it into me... Fuck, I'm so horny right now, Dave..." She panted softly as she moved her hand to brush against his erection letting him now she wanted it, wanted him. Now.
 
Dave closed his eyes as she squeezed his cock through his pants. He rolled his head back and pressed his hips against her hand and moved his hands up and down her arms. When he looked at her again, it was right as she said how horny she was and he could see that it was true from her eyes. She wet her lips with her tongue and he bent down and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth before he could make himself think better of it.

As she sagged against him, surrendering to the kiss, he moved his hand down. He lifted her skirt as he had done dozens of times in his wildest fantasies and pushed his hand underneath. He pressed two fingers against the crotch of her panties and rubbed as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and moved his hips so that her hand was rubbing his pants along the length of his cock.
 
'Finally!' she thought as she moaned into the kiss, her legs opening to give him better access to her black lacy high cut bikini panties, sucking on his tongue hard as he rubbed her bare pussy through her panties, the lace quickly becoming wet with her juices, making it hotter, wetter as she stroked the bulge in his pants. She wanted his cock. Moving her hands, she fumbled with his pants, and his buttons. She wanted to feel him in her hand, skin to skin. Reaching into his pants, she let him loose through the hole in his boxers, feeling the hot flesh against her fingers. She stroked him, kissing him deeply.
 
Finally! Dave thought, breaking the kiss to groan as his cock filled Camilla's hot little hand. He pressed his fingers harder against her pussy, tugging the panties aside so he could feel just how slick and wet she was. He moved his middle finger in wide circles and felt her wetness gathering on it as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, stroking him as he moved his finger up. He teased her clit and looked into her face, seeing just how badly she wanted it as he rubbed harder and began fucking her hand. He put his other hand briefly on her hip before he pushed it up under her sweater, lifting it so that he could cup her firm, full breast through her bra.
 
She panted softly as he teased her clit. Pausing in her strokes she moved to remove her panties, holding them up for him to see, then dropping them on the floor, leaving her waxed pussy bare to his touch under her skirt. She lifted her sweater and pushed her breasts into his hand. They too were encased in a French-cut demi bra of black lace. Her nipples poked against the lace, the fabric scratchy, abrasive, and more of a turn on against her hot skin.

Her hand then returned to his cock and she stroked him, biting her lip as she closed her eyes a moment reveling in the sensations. He felt so good in her hand, but she bet he would feel so much better in her hot pussy...

"Dave.. I want your cock in me... I want you to fuck me. I'm so hot for you and I need to be fucked."
 
Dave crouched and buried her face in his cleavage, bending his legs enough to form a lap that she could settle onto. He licked and kissed her beautiful breasts, tugging down the lace of her bra so he could sweep his tongue over her nipples and nip them playfully with his teeth. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and straightened. He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked, tasting her - she was as sweet as he knew she would be.

Hearing her speak so wantonly, so dirty, made his cock throb. He swirled his tongue around his fingers and then offered them to her, watching her suck them as he guided his cock forward. He pushed between her pussy lips, stared into her eyes, and wrapped an arm around her waist. He thrust toward her as she pulled her body toward him, and he growled in surprise as her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his cock.

He knew this wasn't going to last long; he was already trembling and on the edge, but he wanted to drag it out as long as possible.
 
Moaning loudly as he nipped at her breasts she laughed lightly as he played with her generous mounds before letting out a gasp as he removed his fingers. Then he brought them to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers like a half-starved woman, moaning around them. She loved the taste of her pussy, and being bi-sexual, she knew that a woman's sweetness was one of the most erotic things she could ever have.

When he entered her she raised her legs to wrap around his hips, using the wall behind her as leverage as she rested her hands on his shoulders and moved her hips in girinding circles, her inner muscles squeezing his cock in her tight, wet pussy.

"Dave... yes... you feel so good..." she breathed out as her head tilted back against the wall, exposing the column of her neck as she moved against him as best she could.
 
Dave took the hint and brought his head down to kiss and lick the long line of her throat as he thought about all the times he'd fantasized about doing this exact thing. Her skin tasted amazing on his tongue, and he wanted to find a way to bottle it and drink it every morning. Maybe he could hold her mail hostage, force her to do this exact thing in order to receive it. Maybe call him "sir." He chuckled at the idea as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her pussy muscles massaging his length.

He pulled nearly the entire way out, letting her hang off of him for a moment before he slammed back inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Dave buried his face in her generous breasts once more. He licked his way up to her throat, to her ear, and he nipped the lobe.

"I'm going to come. Where do you want it? Want to swallow it, want it on your tits and make me lick it off? Or do you want me to come inside you? Up to you, darlin', but you better decide quick..."
 
She moaned, gasped and panted at each thrust, her hips moving against his. She just wanted him to fuck her, and she was getting exactly what she wanted. How long had she been thinking about this?

As he nipped at her earlobe, she barely registered his words, but then pushed at his shoulders. "I want it in my mouth today. All of it. I want to taste myself on your cock and swallow your cum." She let her weak knees bring her to the floor in front of him and she quickly took his cock in her mouth, pumping him between her lips, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself. She hollowed out her cheeks, looking up at him as her other hand moved between her legs and she continued to finger-fuck herself while she pumped him into her mouth.
 
Today?! he thought, forcing himself to ignore the implications of that so he could focus on what was happening to him right then and there.

Dave leaned back and met her eyes as he thrust into her mouth, watching her sweet lips wrap around his shaft. Her lipstick left marks on his skin, marks he knew he was going to hate washing off. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling it slightly just for the kick of it and when she moaned the vibrations ran up and down his cock in a delicious manner.

"Don't you come," he growled. "Don't you waste your pussy on those fingers. Once you've swallowed my come, I'm going to eat that pussy for all its worth. I can't wait to make you come with my tongue and fingers, so you suck that cock. I'm so close, baby, you hot piece of ass. I'm going to fill your mouth full of come..." He growled and threw his head back and began to come in her mouth.
 
Oh but she was so close! but she obediently stopped pumping into her pussy and just stroked herself lightly as she sucked on him for all she was worth. Soon enough he began to come in her mouth. He tasted good, hot. Her throat worked reflexively as she swallowed his cum, some of it dribbling at the side of her mouth, but she didn't care. As he finished she licked him clean, before cleaning her own face with her pussy-juice soaked fingers, gathering any cum that may have escaped her mouth. She licked her fingers, looking up at him, sucking on them like she had sucked on his cock.

"So good, baby... and the taste of you and me together? Delicious." she purred from her place on the carpeted floor.
 
Dave was a little weak in the knees from his orgasm, but he pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard. He didn't care that he could taste his come on her mouth, it didn't matter as long as he kissed her sweet mouth. He dropped his hand to her pussy, stroking her and spreading her wide open as he pressed her against the wall.

He pulled away from her mouth, staring into her eyes before he began to kiss down her body. He kissed and sucked her nipples, licked her cleavage, ran his tongue down her flat tummy. He nuzzled the smooth skin of her mound and then, looking up into her eyes, he parted her pussy with his thumbs. He kissed one thigh, wet with their mingled juices. He kissed the other one as well. He gently blew across her clitoris and then kissed her pussy with his mouth wide open.

He stroked her with his tongue, pushing it deep inside of her as she began to moan. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone interrupted them or checked to see why the elevator was stopped, and he wanted to make sure he got Camilla's come before someone else came along to play with her and he had to share.
 
She kissed him back deeply, hotly as her body still writhed against him. She was so fucking hot and horny and she needed him to make good on his promise to make her come. Camilla squealed then whimpered as he kissed down her body. When he touched her pussy she nearly screamed, his teasing of her clit driving her crazy. As he licked her she bit her fist to keep from screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs. She was rather loud when it came to sex, and it was all she could do to not cry out his name and various forms of affirmation, so she leaned weakly against the wall , her hand on his head, holding him to her wet, hot pussy. She was so close... so damn close, but like him she wanted to draw it out.
 
Dave teased Camilla's pussy with his fingers when he moved his lips to her clit. His cock was still hard and he wanted to fuck her again, but he knew he had to keep his promise. Not to mention his stamina. He had to save something for later. He slipped one finger inside of her, pumping it slowly as his tongue circled her clit. He teased it with his lips until Camilla's legs were trembling and her entire body seemed to vibrate.

"Come for me, Camilla. I gotta taste those sweet juices. Smear 'em all over my face..."
 
His words were like magic and with a cry she was pretty sure someone heard outside the elevator, she came in a quivering mass, her juices escaping her to splash against his face and tongue. Her body shook with the aftershocks of such an orgasm, as she leaned against the wall, a smile on her face. "Wow.. " she murmured as she motioned with her finger that she wanted him to stand so she could kiss him.
 
He stood and drew Camilla to him, wrapping his arms around her smaller body as they kissed deeply. He let her lick his lips to taste her own juices before taking it into his mouth, and she moaned as she rubbed her stomach against his hard prick. His hands moved up to squeeze and toy with her breasts, pinching her nipples as their tongues moved against each other in a gentle massage.

Dave smiled and said, "I learned a lot about you today... I just wanna know one more thing." She raised an eyebrow, and he reached out to punch the Emergency Stop button again. The car lurched under their feet.

"How fast can you get dressed?"
 
She laughed and adjusted her breasts in her bra before pulling down her top and rearranging her skirt, smoothing it down. She bent down to pick up her panties and her envelope, then moved to put her panties in his pocket.

"Use them to jack off later. I'll come and get them back from you eventually. They're my favorite pair. And I want you thinking of me without panties all day," She winked as she moved to straighten her hair. She was sure the smell of sex permeated the elevator, but then... it hadn't exactly been the first time someone walked into an elevator that had just seen sex.
 
He stuck a hand into his pocket to stroke her panties as he watched her get dressed. There was always something so erotic about a woman taking off her clothes, but it could be just as arousing watching them put clothes back on. He saw wetness on her thighs and knew that if he bent to kiss it, she would let him. He knew it would taste like them combined. He licked his lips and, when she was dressed, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her to him.

Their kiss was sweet, a thank-you more than anything. She moaned and pressed against him, one hand against his chest as he pulled back and kissed the tip of her nose and her closed eyes.

He took the package from her and turned it over in his hands. "This isn't stamped. I'll tell you what, though, postage is on me for this one." He winked and smiled as the elevator doors opened on the mail room.
 
She grinned and nodded her thanks. She had forgotten to put postage on it, but since he offered to take care of it, she didn't let herself worry too much. She moved to follow him out if only to take herself to the bathroom and put herself to rights before heading back to her cube. "Thanks, handsome. I knew I could count on you to take care of me." She said with a wink as she stepped out of the elevator. If her steps were a little wobbly she pretended not to notice.
 
He watched her go and, with a shake of his head, carried her package into the main sorting room. One thing was for damn sure... from now on, Camilla was going to get her incoming mail first, and all her outgoing stuff was going to be marked priority.
 
She checked herself in the mirror, cleaning the area around her lips and ran her fingers through her hair, retying her hair back, a smile on her face. That had been fun, and Dave had not only met her expectations but exceeded them. She liked him. He was sweet, and strong, and a good fuck... A nice change from her usual type of guy who usually tended to be prettyboys and flashy with no substance. She was getting tired of that, which was why she had been single for the past year.

Once she was certain she didn't look like a ravaged beast, though... she had kind of liked it, she made her way back to the elevator, pausing to see if she could wave at Dave one more time before heading back up to her floor.
 
Dave caught Camilla looking for him and he smiled and waved at her as she hurried back to the elevator. She looked well and truly fucked, and he was proud of himself for being the one to put her in that position. Maybe he could use her panties for a little jerk-off session on his lunch break, drop it on her desk in an inter-office memo envelope. Give her a little thrill at the end of the day. Who knows where it might lead? He chuckled to himself as he checked his clothes in the mirror and prepared to finish his duly-appointed rounds.

He was just like the normal mailman. Nor rain, nor sleet, nor a fine piece of ass shall keep him from his appointed rounds.
 
Making her way to her desk, she felt the light breeze as she sat and she grinned as she thought about Dave keeping her panties in his pocket. She resisted the urge to play with herself under her desk and instead reached into her satchel for her lipstick. Checking her mirror clipped above her monitor on the above shelf, she deftly put on her lipstick. Pressing her lips together, she turned back to her work.
 
It was kind of a long wait. Where was that goddamn intern? Why was he so late on that day? Well, that wouldn't prevent me from doing some work and some observations. I had seen the mailman and Camilla enteritng the elevator together just after he dropped my mail. Their looks, their attitude... and then the time it took, the pause of the leevator. Something steamy was surely goin on in there. It made me smile.
I made sure to send Camilla a little email asking if her mail was delivered well and if the elevator's being tuck that long hadn't been annoying ; and a little smiley at the end.
 
Seeing her email ping with a message from Sophie, Camilla grinned. Apparently she had been gone long enough that someone took notice. She sent a quick e-mail back to Sophie then sat back in her chair trying not to laugh.

"Sophie,
Our mailman knows how to handle precious packages well. He's also good company on a stuck elevator. He's definitely a man of many talents, some of them very distracting, which help in such a small space. ;)

Cam"

Sitting back in her chair she uncrossed and recrossed her legs under her desk, reaching into her bag to pull out her reading glasses. She hated having to wear them, but her love of the written word had made it necessary. They were rimless, and rested on her nose pertly. She didn't need them for anything other than reading, and she usually put them on in the morning.
 
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