Mailroom Lust

Mailroom Lust

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Another adventure with Deb and her sexy older boss Grant.

Summary

Another adventure with Deb and her sexy older boss Grant.

Content

Submitted: July 29, 2016

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Submitted: July 29, 2016

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Mailroom Lust

 

“Pete!” I yell not for the first time since the old man who delivers the mail is half-blind and hard of hearing.  “You keep giving me Kip’s mail from the fourth floor in accounts receivable.”

The old man, who should have retired a decade ago, looks up at me from the sorting he does in the mailroom.  Out of his wrinkly face stares huge hazel eyes behind thick glasses.  With a sweet smile, he nods.  “Yeah…yeah, I know.”

I frown slightly wondering what he means.  “Then why do you keep doing it?”

He shrugs.  “I like seeing you.  You’re the only pretty girl who comes to visit me.”  Shaking his head, he winks.  “Okay, gonna go deliver.  See ya later, honey.”

I get the door for him as he pushes his little mail cart through it.  Stunned by the rascal, I watch him use the service elevator.  When I turn toward the regular ones to head back to my office, I run into Grant. 

“Hello, my dear,” he greets with a broadening grin.

I suck in a sudden breath.  The very sound of his voice gets me wet!  The memories of our last meeting for a hot date and fantastic sex four days ago linger very fresh.  I could not say that I was not ecstatic about the prospect of more pleasure with him like that.  Grant hinted that there would be more in store.

“Pete’s out delivering.  You just missed him,” I say feeling more than a little out of breath.  Shaved.  Sharp suit.  Damn, he looks hot!

His hazel eyes smolder into mine.  “I’m not disappointed.  I prefer the alternative.”

Grant invades my space, and I suck in another breath.  The excitement hardens my nipples.  His hands also roam over my curves with familiarity and pinches them last.  “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs once his lips grace mine and lifts one leg up to his thigh.  Anyone might catch us although it’s dead in the basement hallway.

“You want me … here?” I ask in shock.

Grant grabs my hand and leads me to the backroom of the mailroom that’s even smaller than the other main area.  He backs me into a mail bin full of large brown boxes.  Balancing me on the corner of the bin, he frees himself. 

Riveted and eager, I pant holding on to the sides of the bin biting my lower lip. 

“Ah!” I yelp when he shifts my wet panties to the side and shoves his hardness in.  Gripping a fist of his jacket at impact, I hold on, shaken yet just as shameless.  His hands cup my ass to anchor me into his reckless thrusts both quick and complete.  His blazing eyes glue to mine.  Urgently, I rub my clit with my moans.  Grant’s groans sound with his cumming.  Savage and raw his thrusts become every time we meet.  I shatter with my cry of him so deep.  He pours out his seed giving me just what I need.


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