Close Call

While still recovering your both your orgasms, you hear talking outside the mail room door. You turn your head, and your erection immediately dwindles from the interruption. You quickly stand and step away from Becky, surreptiously, and carefully, sticking your cock back into your pants and zipping up. She stands and rearranges her clothing deftly; after pulling down her top and shimmying her hips, everything falls into place. Except for the flush on her skin and her mussed hair, you would never know she had just been having sex.

The door opens and Trish, one of the PR department secretaries, walks in. She has a Express envelope in her hands. She rushs over to you with it entended to you. Her green eyes look worried and her lips are slightly pouty, which does nothing to diminish how sexy she looks with her white blouse that struggles to corral her large tits and her black skirt that stops four inches above the knee, leaving the rest of her fine legs exposed.

"This has to get out this morning and get to New York by tomorrow morning. Can you make sure it gets picked up A.S.A.P.?" She is a little breathless, and her chest is rapidly rising and falling with her effort to breathe. The motion makes her tits jiggle in her blouse.

You take the envelope from her, saying, "No problem. Don't worry. Tell Josh that it'll get there on time. I can call them to make a pickup early. Once Josh gets calmed down, then you can relax as well. I know how frantic he can get when he's in a hurry."

"Oh, thank you," she says as she surprises you with a peck on the cheek. She looks a little more in control from your reassurance. She turns to leave and sees Becky watching the two of you with a little pout of her own. Trish is startled a bit, and nervously says, "Oh, hi."

"My name is Becky," she says, extending her hand to Trish.

Trish shakes her hand, replying, "I'm Trish from PR. I don't recognize you. Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm training her in this week. So, for a week, at least, I have a minion to do my bidding," you say, chuckling a bit. The two women both laugh at your joke and the tension between them is eased.

"Well, gotta run. Nice to meet you, Becky."

"Same here, Trish," your assistant says. You catch her winking at Trish.

Trish leaves the room.