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She glanced up as the office door chimed open. It was him, the delivery guy. She had only been working for E.C.G for a week now, as the front desk assistant, but she knew the regular delivery guys. This was the sexy one, he oozed sex.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, what about him made her sex wet. Was it his tall muscular build, or maybe the rugged tan face, with the bright green eyes.
She bit her lip as she started thinking about those green eyes wandering all over her body. She blushed as he walked over to her desk, that knowing look on his face.
''Mornin' ma'am. I need you to sign for this package please." He said matter of factly, handing her the pinpad.
"Mm, I'd sign for your package any Day," she muttered under her breath, taking the pinpad, "of course I'll sign!"
She saw those green eyes spark up, and She watched as a slow lazy grin spread over his face. "I believe I left one more box on the truck, let me go get it."
He turned and walked out, only to reappear a moment later with a long thin box.
As He handed it to her silently, and left she wondered if she had been over heard.
She looked down at the box and realised it was addressed to Meg... That me , she though as she automatically opened the box...
Inside was a long coat and a note.
"Meet me at 23762 Phillips road, at three tomorrow, in nothing but this and those red strappy heals you wore Monday."
She looked down at the coat again, and took note it was just her size, if not a little short.
Meg decided she would have to go.
The remainder of the day passed in a blur of excitement and anticipation. She was surprised that he would be so bold.
She was unable to focus on anything for the rest of the day...or evening for that matter.
When Meg tried to sleep and found a night mixed with erotic dreams full of fantasy and pleasure only to wake and begin thinking of the risk she was taking. The night was not a restful one. Her mind was racing.
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Finally dawn broke and she started her day. She chose her clothes carefully...ones that could be easily slipped off in the car once she got the the parking garage. She planned on making the drive in the coat. She decided to wear the shoes as requested...but went with a nice conservative skirt and blouse combination for the beginning of the day. However she figured panties and a bra would be too difficult to remove so she went without them.
When she got to work she immediately requested taking the afternoon off. She said something had come up and she needed to address it.
Mike, her boss, was an older man. He always very attentive to her needs...she thought of him as an older brother looking out for her around the office, warning her of which guys to steer clear of, making sure she didnt get in trouble for things and basically getting her whatever she needed. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and today would be no different...he simply smiled said "have fun".
She thanked him and turned to walk out the door, she paused and thought to herself: "have fun!? What did he mean by that? Is it that obvious?" She blushed and continued out the door.
The day was uneventful. Not that she would have noticed. Her mind was racing...one minute she would be thinking how much fun it was going to be having an afternoon delight...then the fear...what if he was a dangerous guy...
All of this made her very excited and wet. She didn't realize what a powerful tool of arousal the unknown could be. She was a mess.
She felt empowered that such a handsome man would want her...yet fearful of his intentions.
Finally 2pm came around. She switched the phone over to one of her coworkers and went to tell Mike she was leaving for the day but he wasn't in his office. She left a quick note...reminding him she was out for the remainder of the day and that Jackie would be handling the door and calls.
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She went to her car and was suddenly very nervous. She wondered if her coworkers noticed her distraction. Or worse noticed her constant trips to the restroom to clean herself up. Fortunately she hadn't made a wet spot in her skirt.
She made her way to the car and took a quick look around...nobody. She could put the coat over her shoulders and quickly take her blouse off then get in the car to remove her skirt.
As she sat naked in her car she couldn't help herself. She slid her fingers over her swollen lips. Picking up a few drops of her own juices...she brought her fingers to her mouth and delicately locked them. Such sweetness. She loved to taste herself. She had resisted the urge all day while at the office but now...so close to her encounter she was dripping wet and convinced herself the only way to not make a mess of the coat or her car was to use her fingers to wipe her juices and then lick them clean.
She drove to the corner of Phillips and South...just down the street...she pulled into a parking space and sat for a moment to compose herself: "Meg...what are you doing? Are you sure?" She questioned her sanity...she reassured herself...just do it.
She looked at the clock in her car...just a few minutes to go. She pulled put and drove to the address.
It was a large brown stone house with all the trimmings of the houses of that era. Large decided windows. A wrought iron fence with the bows and points.
She pulled into the driveway and looked around before she got out. The coast was clear. She quickly went to the door and saw an envelope taped to the door window.
It was addressed to her. It simply said come in the door is unlocked. Hang your coat up and take a seat.
