There's nothing Amanda loves more than an afternoon fuck from a stranger. She works a full-time job as an executive assistant and only gets Saturday and Sunday off, but she still manages to fit in a little Monday through Friday copulation whenever possible. Her favorite past time of late is picking up businessmen in nice suits from one of the cafes near her office and taking them back to her building's parking garage and fucking them until they both can't stand up straight. She'll fuck them in her car if they insist on discretion, but Amanda prefers to go at it in the stairwells, between parked cars, and once or twice she's even pinned a guy right to the garage wall and pounded herself on his dick, not caring who might happen by.
It was a dreary, drizzly November morning when Amanda got a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to get rammed from behind. It was too early for the lunch crowd at the cafes, and besides her boss was driving her like cattle today, giving her endless busywork and having her do all manner of pointless errands around the office. Mid-morning she went to the front office to answer the phones while the receptionist had a smoke. A young courier walked in with a stack of envelopes in his hand and large package between his legs. Amanda was so fucking horny at this point that she didn't even try to be proper or restrained. She stared unabashedly at his bulge, then looked into his eyes and gave him a little smirk. She raised an eyebrow slightly, her green eyes twinkling with lust and mischief. The courier was taken aback at first, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. He returned Amanda's frank stares with a few of his own, raking his eyes over her lush body, taking in her heavy breasts and tiny waist. Amanda knew that the courier would soon be inside her, and her breathing got ragged and heavy, and she could feel her pussy start to throb. She squirmed a little in her chair, rocking back and forth slowly so she could feel her own wetness. She and the courier continued to fuck each other with only their eyes, not saying a word. The courier took a few steps closer to the desk and saw Amanda soft hips moving rhythmically in the chair. His eyes narrowed a bit and Amanda saw his cock start to grow beneath his shorts. She let out a barely audible moan and the courier took another step closer, his hardening cock now just touching the edge of the desk.
They looked at each other this way for a few more seconds, Amanda still gently grinding in the chair, the courier now fully erect and ever so slowly pushing his hips forward and backward. They were both picturing the other's organs and what is was going to feel like when they could finally connect. Still rubbing her pussy on the chair, Amanda languidly ran her hands from the inside of her thighs up her body and squeezed her tits.
"Ahhhh," the courier whispered. "I cant wait to put my cock between those titties."
Amanda bit her lower lip, gave him another smirk, and took her hands off her breasts. The courier still subtly rocking his hips against the edge of the desk, Amanda reached out for his cock, her breasts swaying with the forward motion. She was almost trembling with anticipation, and the courier saw the hungry look in her eyes as her hands came closer. He closed his eyes and titled his head back slightly and waited for her touch. At the very moment he expected to feel her long fingers closing around his stiff dick, however, he heard her hiss and swear softly under her breath.
"Thanks, Amanda," the receptionist said. "Sorry if I was gone too long."
Amanda told the receptionist not to worry about it while she gazed steadily at the courier's prominent erection. She would have thought he would lose it with the receptionist now buzzing around the front desk, tossing her cigs back in her purse and asking Amanda if anything of note happened while she was on her break. But the courier was shameless with his huge hard-on pressing against the desk. He grinned at her now, knowing that if the receptionist were to give him anything more than a cursory glance, she would see that something of note
did
happen while she was gone. But the receptionist didn't look, as she was too above it all to take notice of a lowly courier. He pushed the envelopes across the desk and gave the desk one last caress with his still-rock hard dick. As he turned to leave, Amanda almost moaned aloud again as she watched the giant member strain against the zipper imprisoning it. She knew she could not let this one go. Lunch time was still almost two hours away, and she had no desire at the moment for a corporate drone in a suit. She wanted this brazen, well-hung young stud who was presently walking out the door.
