Chapter 31. (A) Tim. (February 1986).
It was a Thursday and detailed to stay behind and wait for a late courier delivering important papers, I spent the time finishing off my study notes. Once I'd completed them and the cleaners had gone I wandered in desultory fashion about the premises and even ventured inside the senior partner's office, experiencing a feeling of trepidation even though he had been long gone. The senior partner, Sir D B was a grim and commanding person, obsessive about everything being just so. Should the cleaners leave anything out of place he would spot the mistake immediately and the hapless culprit would be hauled over the coals.
There was still no sign of the courier so I decided to occupy myself by tidying the shelving in the main office, from where I would be able to hear the door bell.
I was standing on the top step but one of the office step ladder hoping the courier wouldn't be much longer, when a guys voice broke into my thoughts.
"My, what a nice sight to greet a weary traveller."
It had been necessary to pull my tight fitting skirt quite high when mounting the stepladder and the smiling courier was eyeing my legs.
"Pity you're not wearing stockings though, much bigger turn on for a randy courier," he said, approaching the step ladder.
Carrying a crash helmet the tousled haired courier was a guy of about thirty three or four, and decidedly good looking. On impulse I asked him to steady the step ladder while I mounted the top step to finish tidying the shelves.
"Good job you arrived when you did as I wouldn't have dared climb to the top without support," I told him as he seized the step ladder.
"That's OK, the view's even better from close up," he said cheekily, staring unashamedly up my skirt.
Moving about while dusting I contrived to part my legs farther and farther, hearing a sharp intake of breath from the courier.
"Hold still I'm coming down."
Descending the step ladder I felt the couriers hands sliding up my thighs and on reaching the floor turned to face him. The hands were on my tights and pantie clad bottom then, squeezing and stroking as he kissed me. The fierce kisses continued while I felt my tights being tugged downwards. Down to the knees they went, panties with them, and when he slipped a hand between my thighs the courier remarked how wet I felt. Fingering me, the kisses continuing, I clung to the leather clad guy.
Eventually he broke free and began pulling his leathers off. Telling me his name was Tim the courier stripped down to just vest and socks, revealing a very erect penis surrounded by curly ginger hair.
Sinking to my knees I went to work on his penis and balls, Tim running his fingers through my hair while gasping how good it felt. I licked, nibbled and sucked his balls, fingers stroking his buttocks, before taking the penis fully into my mouth.
I've no idea how long that part lasted but eventually Tim pulled me upright and kissed me.
"You're a bloody good cock sucker for one so young," he told me.
I undressed then, Tim leaning against my desk and slowly rubbing his penis while watching. By the time I was naked I'd had an exciting idea.
"Do it to me on the senior partner's desk!"
Tim laughed and said, "Lead on then."
Taking him by the hand I led Tim to Sir D B's office and very carefully moved the things from his desk and placed them in an identical order on the carpet. As I've already said he was a very fussy and meticulous man so I wanted to make sure I replaced everything correctly.
Sitting on the end of the desk I spread my legs and Tim dropped to his knees on the deep pile carpet. I put my legs over his shoulders to flaunt my sex at the rampant courier. He proved to be excellent at cunnilingus, taking me to the heights of pleasure time and time again, my body convulsing when the orgasms washed over me.
"Turn around, I'll fuck you bent over the desk."
I eagerly adopted the position, soon yelling my joy when the Tim's penis drove into me. I may have experienced a momentary pang of regret at being unfaithful to Pravin, who was due tomorrow for his usual weekend stay, but the excitement of doing it on the senior partner's desk swept the thought from my mind.
It had been several weeks since Pravin's last visit which may have accounted for my pent up sexual feelings, frustration even, and perhaps the reason I succumbed to the courier so easily?
Hands sliding up down my outer thighs and hips, the courier told me how good I felt, "The way your cunt clings to my cock I mean."
He began fucking me, gripping my hips as he drove his penis in and out. I gripped the edges of the desk tightly, almost desperately at times, as the force of Tim's thrusts sent my body surging forward.
