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Having a nine-to-five office job makes it hard to stay in shape, and the best way I've found to keep my legs slim and ass firm is to bike to work. Besides the health benefits, I get to wear a sleek, skintight biking outfit or, if I'm feeling especially racy, one of my short "professional" skirts. Every day I also have the pleasure of riding with the city's bike messengers, following closely behind their taut bodies and muscular legs. San Francisco's a small city, and it doesn't take long to start recognizing people, I always enjoy the flash that passes over their faces when they come into my office to deliver or pick up a package only to see me saunter by in a business suit. They always look me over with a nod of approval. If only they knew what kind of approval I'm giving them�both in my head and between my legs. My company, which is just me, is in an office with another company. This is both good and bad: good because sometimes they all have time off and I'm left alone; bad, because I'm left alone. On the weekend of the Fourth of July they had two days off, I only had one. I decided to celebrate this particular form of independence my own special way.I dressed in my sexiest work outfit, a short, black skirt with matching black jacket, and almost sheer silk camisole and heels.  I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples, being constantly hard, poked through the thin fabric. It was exciting being alone in the office, so exciting I was turned on as soon as I walked through the door. I began getting my package together and decided to ready myself while I waited for the messenger from a new delivery company to pick it up. I hated to switch companies, but they were the only one's open. Sometimes a girl can't stop for holidays.I sat back in my chair and hiked up my skirt. Moving aside the black g-string, I began to rub my hardened clit. The quiet whir of the air conditioning, combined with the image of all the other desks being full of people watching me, quickly pushed me over the edge. I reached out and grabbed the side of my desk, thrusting my hips forward and, with a low moan, I came. Just as I finished shaking, I heard the ring of the office doorbell. Perfect timing, I thought, as I jumped up and smoothed down my skirt. I must have still been flushed (my eyes always glass over in a dreamy way after I've had an orgasm), because the bike messenger looked at me kind of odd. I looked him up and down, smiling to myself at his hot body and cute face. "Do you mind waiting for a minute? I have to put the address on," I asked. "You can come in and wait," I added with a seductive smile. He nodded and followed me back to my desk, bringing his bike with him. I stuck out my ass while I pretended to search through one of my drawers for the address. I knew he had to be admiring its perfect heart shape, and all I could think of was how much I wanted him to place his hands all over it. "So, uh, are you here alone?" he stammered. "Yup," I answered cheerfully, "the other company has the day off." He nodded and I could almost hear him gulp. "It's funny, I'm already a little lonely," I added, looking up to meet his eyes. With that I picked up a piece of paper. "Here's the address," I smiled, moving so close to him in order to get to the box that I could feel his hot breath on my neck, the skin of my thigh shivered as it swept past him. "Are you in a hurry?" I questioned.  He could only shake his head no."Good," I answered, with a smile. I must have surprised him because he backed up and knocked his bicycle over. Relieved for the icebreaker, I leaned over to help him pick it up, affording him a shot of my full breasts about to fall out of my camisole. I wasn't much help as I got tangled up with him and ended up sending him, me and the bike on to the floor. He landed on top of me, a good position from my point of view, and I could feel his hard-on between my legs. "Good thing no one's here," I murmured and lifted my lips to meet his. His kiss was strong, his tongue immediately wrapping itself around mine. In an overwhelming rage of lust he began groping for my clothing. Gently I pushed him off and slowed him down. I stood above him, affording him a perfect view. I stripped, towering above this bewildered boy like some mighty Amazon. "Man, are you sexy," he whispered while jumping up to join me. His clothes were off in two seconds. He sat me on my desk and spread my legs. That boy gave me the best face fuck I had ever had, delivering me to places I had never been before. He licked and sucked on my clit until my legs were shaking. Next, he inserted one finger, then two. "Stick it all in," I moaned, and he did. His entire fist was deep within my pussy and still he flicked my rock hard nub with that sweet tongue of his. I lost it, clenching my thighs around his head and desperately clutching his fist with the hot walls of my fiery cunt. I came all over his face with a yell. I lay back on my desk exhausted, but my young stud was up and hard as ever. I leaned forward and captured his prick with my mouth. I flicked the head and the underside, then deep throated until his balls were resting on my chin. He felt so good, hard as a rock, throbbing in my mouth. I knew exactly what I wanted and where I wanted him. I released him then jumped down. Placing my hands on my desk I turned around, bending down so my perfect ass was poised high in the air. He ran his hands over it then spread my cheeks. My whole body was tense and shaking with desire, his teasing was too much. "Give it to me," I begged him. Still he hesitated, instead tracing my asshole lightly with his finger. My whole body jerked at the touch. "Give it to me, fill me up, I want you to fuck me in the ass," I cried. And he did. He filled me until I thought I would explode. He rammed and thrust himself inside of me, I clutched on to my desk and with one hand he reached down and began stroking my clit. I came again with such a surprising force I thought my body would break. I felt him pull out and shoot his steamy load all over my butt, it ran down the back of my thighs, and felt as good as he rubbed it into my skin. We stood there for a minute afterwards, cleaning ourselves up and getting dressed. When we were finished I handed him the package he had come to get. "So," I asked, making sure to list my phone number on the delivery ticket, "are you always available for special deliveries?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a card. "No job too big or too small," it read. "Unique deliveries our specialty." Our eyes met as he walked out. I smiled; I was sure this new delivery service would work out just fine.
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