Encounter in the Shipping Office
It was late on Friday afternoon when Ray parked his truck in the parking lot and went to the office to check in. He walked through the warehouse to the small office cubical along the back wall. He went in through the door marked 'shipping'. A young lady was sitting at a desk and looked up.
"Hi," she said, "May I help you?"
"Yes," he answered, "I'm here to pickup load 22163."
She stood and moved to the other desk in the office.
She was petite, dressed in a dark blue blouse, her nylon-clad legs below the knee length black skirt firm and fit and her dark hair cut short. She moved the mouse to wake the computer on the other desk and typed on the keyboard. She didn't sit, just leaned over the desk, her skirt riding up and showing a bit more leg, the fabric pulled taught over her firm, round cheeks.
"Okay, that's ready."
She clicked the mouse a couple of times and the printer next to the computer spit out a sheet of paper. She came back and handed it to him.
"Go ahead and back into door one and give this to Jim out in the warehouse." She said. "He'll get you loaded and then come back here to sign the bills."
He took the paper from her.
"Okay. Thanks." And left the office.
He backed his trailer into the first door and found the forklift driver. He scanned the paper.
"Right," he said, "Twenty-two pallets, thirteen hundred twenty cases, thirty-two thousand pounds. Straight in?"
"Yes," Ray said, "that's fine."
The forklift roared off into the warehouse. It returned shortly carrying two shrink-wrapped pallets and loaded them into the trailer. It didn't take too long before the trailer was loaded. The forklift driver wrote briefly on the paper and handed it back to him.
"Give this to Judy in the office and she'll check you out. Have a good trip."
"Thanks. Have a good weekend."
"You, too." The driver said and roared off again.
He went back to the office and gave the woman in the office the loading sheet. She began typing on her computer and the forklift driver came into the office.
"Is that the last truck?" He asked her.
"Yes," Judy said. "That's it. You can go ahead and go."
"Okay. See you Monday." He said and nodded to Ray and left the office.
"I'll have your paperwork in a minute..." She said to him. "That's fine." He replied and walked to the office window and closed the mini-blinds.
She left her desk, retrieved the paperwork from the printer and handed it to him. He looked it over, signed and took his copies, laying the paperwork back on her desk.
"Anything else I can help you with?" She asked.
Ray looked her over from where he was standing.
"Yes." He said."Take off your blouse."
Judy hesitated a moment.
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'take off your blouse'."
She looked at him for a long moment and then began doing as he told her.
She unbuttoned her blouse and cuffs, pulled it free of her skirt and took it off, turned from him and laying it on the desk. She was wearing a thin beige bra that clasped in the front.
"The bra, too."
She removed it and laid it on the desk as well.
Her breasts were small with pink areolas and darker pink nipples extending from the centers.
He moved closer and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers over the nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen. He kneaded her small, firm breasts for a moment and stepped back.
"Now the shoes and skirt." Ray told her.
She slipped out of her shoes and unzipped her skirt and let it fall.
"Yes, sir," she whispered. "Nylons, too?"
"No," he told her, "Leave those on."
She was wearing beige bikini panties that matched the bra, the narrow, high-cut front panel barely covering her but two vertical ridges with a valley between then was visible through the fabric and tan thigh-high nylons.
