Stillness and quiet in the office, I stretch and glance at the clock. Finishing up this project that had taken most of my week was a relief, it is getting late, time to head home. Alone in the office, I walk to the back, locking both the downstairs and upstairs back doors. Flipping off the lights, reaching for the door, the bell goes off. Opening the door, the delivery man, Phil is standing there. Glancing at my watch, he sees my confusion.
"Yes, I am usually much earlier," he says. "I had a breakdown and there was no replacement truck," he says apologetically. "I am really needing the space for a big delivery tomorrow, is there anyone here that can help me unload?"
Looking down at my skirt and high heeled state, I said "it's just me, but I will be happy to help." Setting down my stuff and kicking off my heels, I step into the back of the delivery truck. Stepping in also, he points to a large stack of boxes at the front of his truck, "all of these go in."
As we start unloading the boxes, we brush against one another accidentally here, bump into one another there. Blushing more deeply than is necessary, remembering the thought I had the other day about Phil being in great shape. Wearing shorts now, with the warmer weather the muscled legs were very apparent. Trying to get my thoughts back to the task at hand...I grab a small package, slipping out of my hand it slides between the drivers seat and the stack of boxes remaining.
Bending over the boxes to reach the case my skirt gets caught on the corner of another, pulling it high up exposing my upper thigh almost to my hip. I quickly look around to see if Phil noticed as I start to pull it down. His hand slips on top of mine, stopping me from fixing it. I look up, his eyes are now on my face, "what beautiful legs, don't cover them up," he says in a husky voice.
