Meg walked into the storage room and looked around at the massive chaos of boxes piled on the floor and stacked on every surface. Located in the back part of the building, separated from the offices by a few doors and walls, the storage room always inspired a few daydreams of risk and sex in Meg. Today was no exception.
Meg shook her head. She was blessed or cursed with the gift of having an office full of men. It depended on the day. On the day that horny darts were shooting from her body, she was cursed. The nearness of so much male sex appeal was too much to handle. On the days that she wasn't, she was blessed. The men's goofiness and camaraderie served to lighten spirits. Hearing the deep approaching male voices of the two that had been sent to help her straighten the mess, she knew today she was cursed.
Barely concealing a groan she watched Mike and Sam walk into the room and looked them over, appreciating their appearance. They were both tall with dark hair and bodies that screamed 100% male. She had fantasized about both of them... on more than one occasion. Looking them over from head to toe, she couldn't help but notice that they each filled out a pair of jeans rather nicely, and she felt a tingle start between her thighs. Mike and Sam had been coworkers for years and good friends since childhood, and if rumors meant anything, they were as sexually open as a cheerleader on homecoming night. Smiling, she thought about all the fun she was going to have flirting with them.
In a short cotton mini-skirt, T-shirt, and Keds (man, she loved casual Friday), she wasn't exactly dressed for cleaning and moving boxes, but that's what all three of them started doing. For two hours, they picked up box after box to rearrange and make more room on the shelves for the ones on the floor, taking every opportunity to rub up against and tease one another. The flirtation was becoming stronger with each pass, and she was getting desperate to release some of the built up sexual tension.
Smiling coyly, she reached for a box too high above her head attempting to get it down. "Sam, could you help me?" she called out. Sam was behind her in no time flat, reaching up, but at the same time pressing his whole body against her backside. She returned the contact by rubbing her ass against his cock, feeling it grow harder and longer against her body as Sam's breathing became labored.
Meg watched as Sam brought the box down to a lower level and then released it. When he didn't move away, her eyes followed his hands as they moved to the tops of her breasts and traveled down slowly, his palms roving over the nipples making them grow and harden. Without stopping to cup them, the hands kept going, moving down the flat of her stomach, to the tops of her thighs, to the edge of her skirt where they finally stopped long enough for him to reach up under the edge.
