Shipping & Receiving
Date: 27.07.2009
Keywords: Shipping, Receiving, &,
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I don"t normally participate in chat rooms, but I wanted to share this with someone. I used to talk to my friend, Erica, about things like this, but she doesn"t really get me anymore. My name"s Robin, by the way. To put it nicely, I"ve been experimenting with sex a lot lately. I"m not sure what"s happened to me. Since a couple of recent episodes after breaking up with my boyfriend, I seem to crave sex all of the time. Erica is afraid I"m becoming a nymphomaniac. She might be right. I"m 25-years-old. I"m 5"6 and weigh 115 lbs. My measurements are 35C-23-35. I have light-brown hair with blonde highlights.
I"m traveling on business to Chicago tomorrow to meet my vice president for a big trade show. She left earlier in the week. Work has kept me busy prepping for the show. I had a bunch of materials to take down to shipping. The guys down there are a bit crass. They like to tease the younger women in the office, and I"ve grown to take their comments lightly.
I"d never before acknowledged their remarks, but the way I"ve felt lately--fantasizing about sex all of the time--I wondered what they"d do if I called them out. Three guys work in shipping. They"re probably in their mid-to-late 20s and pretty well built. I"ve noticed their muscular chests and shoulders beneath their t-shirts.
They obviously weren"t expecting much work on a Friday, as no one was at the receiving desk. It"s well-known that these guys smoke a little dope when no one"s around. I waited patiently for a while, but I noticed the faint scent of weed in the air. After a few minutes I rang the bell. Doug, the manager, shuffled out.
"Hey, Robin," he said with a sly smile. "You got something going out, huh?"
"Yes," I said setting my packages on the counter. "These have to be in Chicago first thing tomorrow."
He nodded inattentively. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking me over. Most women would have been insulted by the way his glaze went up and down my body, finally fixing on my breasts. I, however, found this attention extremely arousing. The fact that I was at work made my inappropriate thoughts even more appealing. I rolled my shoulders back slightly, so that my breasts pressed snugly against my pink button-down.
"So can you handle it, Doug?" I said.
"Handle what? Oh, right, the packages. Sure thing," he said, still staring.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Nope. You"re all set," he said. "Now comes my favorite part."
"What do you mean?"
"Now I get to watch your bum wiggle as you walk away," he said with a broad smirk.
I blushed for just a moment, but then Doug seemed taken aback when I grinned at him. "You know what your problem is?" I said. "You"re all talk. Be sure to watch closely, Doug."
I strutted slowly down the hall. Right before I turned toward the elevator, I glanced over my shoulder at Doug, making certain that he was still eying me. Sticking my bottom out, I pulled the back of my tight skirt over my round bottom, completely exposing my white cheeks and pink thong panties. Doug"s jaw hung open. I was nearly laughing out loud when I stepped on the elevator. My heart was pounding and my hands trembled in excitement. I couldn"t believe I did that at work.
Of course, when I got back to my desk it was nearly impossible to get anything done. My panties were soaked, and I"m sure my face was flushed. The rest of the work-day was uneventful. Right before quitting time, the phone rang.
"Um, Robin, this is Tim in shipping. I know you dropped some stuff off with Doug, but we can"t get it out unless you fill out the express slip."
Tim"s the younger guy down there. I think he goes to night school; anyway, he"s a cutie. But I was annoyed that they didn"t get those packages out yet. "Tim, I told Doug that those needed to go out right away. Can"t you fill out the slip for me?"
"I wish I could, but I don"t have all the information and it needs your signature and cost center," he said. "Sorry about the confusion. Maybe if you get down her now we can get it out in time."
"They better go out on time, or I"m out of a job," I said. "I"m on my way down now."
While I was somewhat nervous, because of mooning Doug earlier, I was more upset that they didn"t send my materials. My boss will be pissed, I thought. I walked quickly down the hall toward the shipping desk. This time, all three guys were sitting at the front desk. Doug especially wore a big toothy grin.
"Where"s the form I need to fill out?" I practically yelled.
"Relax, Robin," said Doug "I sent those out 10 minutes after you left."
"What"s this all about then? Tim, why did you call me?"
"I told him to," said Doug. "I just thought you might like to give me another show."
I was certainly relieved to know the packages were out, but now I was unsure of what to do. I stood there dumbly for a moment looking at the three of them as they gawked at me; they were practically drooling. I could feel their excitement and tension in the air. For a moment I wasn"t sure if I wanted to do this at work; I could almost hear my heart beating in excitement. Of course, I couldn"t help myself.
"I thought you were all talk, Doug," I said with a slight smile. I walked slowly around the counter and toward the backroom. Looking over my shoulder at the three of them, I motioned for them to follow me with a head nod.
I"d never been to the backroom of the shipping department. It was pretty much what you"d expect: a beat-up old desk, a ton of boxes on mettle shelves, and a radio tuned to the classic rock station.
"So you guys want a show, huh?" I teased, taking the clip out of my hair. I ran my fingers through my blonde-highlighted locks, which bounced to my shoulders. "Have a seat, and I"ll see what I can do."
I walked to the radio and turned up the volume. It was playing Aerosmith"s "Crazy," a nice, slow rock song. I wet my lips and grinned slyly at the boys. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and there was no stopping me now.
I teased my hair and rolled my curvy hips to the rhythm of the song. The guys broke out a joint, but didn"t take an eye off of me. I danced in slow circles at first, unfastening the first couple of buttons of my blouse to show off my cleavage and the top of my pink lace bra. I then unzipped the side of my skirt. Facing my bottom to them, I eased my skirt over my round cheeks and let it slid down my shapely legs. I danced closer to the guys, slowly unbuttoning my blouse until it hung open, revealing my firm belly. I slipped it over my shoulders and handed it to Tim. Doug was sitting in the chair, so I straddled him. I rolled my pelvis close to his face, and then I eased myself onto his lap. His warm callused palms pressed against my supple bottom, as I gave him a lapdance. I practically dry humped him to the music; reaching back I unfastened my bra. Arching my back so that my breasts were pointing at his face, I let my bra fall. His eyes bulged at the sight of my large milky-white breasts.
Just as he was about to take one of my rosy, erect nipples into his mouth, I stood up. I gave him a sassy smile as I danced away. Tim and Jon sat on the desk. I massaged my breasts while I stared at them. I danced in a half circle and ran my hands down my belly to my hips. Slipping my thumbs beneath my panties, I stuck my ass out. I bent slowly, as I peeled off my pink thong. I palmed my cheeks, spreading them so the boys could see my pink wet cherry. They leaned forward--close enough that they could probably smell my juices.
I turned back to them, and slipped my hand to my clit. Massaging it, I bit my lower lip. "Oh, this is your lucky day, boys," I sighed. "I"m going to give you the time of your lives. Now strip for me." I continued to masturbate while they quickly undressed. I love blue-collar guys. They"re much more masculine than the guys in the office. I giggled when I noticed that their cocks were practically erect.
I went after Tim first. I"ve had a crush on him for some time. I pressed my body against his. His skin felt so warm as his muscular arms wrapped around me. We kissed softly. Then I kissed his cheek to his neck. I continued tasting his musky skin, kissing down his chest and hard stomach. I was kneeling now, and licked his inner thigh all the way up to his sack. My small hand wrapped around the base of his half-stiff cock, when I took his hot, big balls into my mouth. I sucked softly on them, while my palm gently massaged his member. My heart raced, when I felt it become more and more firm in my hand. I instinctively took a deep breath, when Jon"s warm tongue pressed against my dripping slit. I glanced down to see that he was laying on the floor with his head between my inner thighs.
I moaned as Jon"s tongue continued to press deeper within me. I pressed my pussy into his face, as I licked the soft skin of Tim"s long cock. My mouth watered when I finally got the thick tip. I immediately slid my lips down the entire shaft until his course pubic hair tickled my nose. Tim let out a loud groan as my full lips glided up and down his fat penis. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to invade deep within.
Suddenly I bucked my hips as Jon sucked hard on my swollen clit. I moaned deeply when I climaxed; practically drowning poor Jon in my vaginal juices. I slid Tim"s rod from my mouth, just as I came. "Oh God yeah!" I yelled, licking his cock while I gave him a hand job. "I"m cumming, baby!"
Jon didn"t stop licking my pussy as I recovered. Feeling heady and aching for their manhood, I caught my breath for a moment. Until then, I hadn"t thought about where Doug was. I glanced to my left to see him pointing a camcorder at me.
"Smile for the birdie, Robin!"
But I was too aroused to think straight. I knew that I didn"t want him filming me, but I wanted to get fucked more. I stood and practically shoved Tim to the chair. I jumped on top of him and aimed his thick penis at my puffy wet slit. His palms massaged my engorged breasts while he sucked hard on my erect nipples.
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Keywords: Shipping, Receiving, &,