First Delivery

I leapt off the bench and was heading toward the door when I realized my fingers were covered in my juices and my pussy was still wet with a drop of moisture running down my leg. There's no way in hell I can go upstairs like this, I decided. I ran to the shower, turned it on and jumped in. The water was freezing but I didn't have time to adjust it so I just grabbed the bottle of body soap and washed myself as fast as I could, then quickly toweled off and ran from the room. Parts of my body were still damp, my skin was covered in goosebumps, and my nipples were rock hard as I entered the stairwell.

I was nearly two minutes late getting to my pickup spot. I worried that whoever had made the pickup order would be angry or would complain to Barbara about it, but it turned out I had no need to worry. Waiting for me was a paunchy, sandy-haired man in his mid-30s wearing a rumpled white shirt with one tail half untucked and a shit-eating grin on his face. I stopped in front of him and assumed the standing position, waiting for my instructions. The man looked at me, looked at his cellphone, and then looked back at me.

"Damn," he said with a huge grin, "I've got an app on my phone now that I just have to click a few times and a beautiful naked woman comes running. This is the greatest invention ever!"

"Yes sir," I responded, but I had to suppress a smile. The man had been standing in the doorway of his small office leaving me outside of it now in full view of the cubicles around me. In short order I was surrounded by some of the employees from his department who began snapping pictures and taking videos with their phones. "Do you have a delivery for me, sir?" I asked.

"Um, yeah," he said. "Hold on."

He moved in close to me, held his cellphone out as far away from us as he could, then took a selfie of the two of us. He jabbed the face of his phone a few times then went into his office and returned with the photo that he'd retrieved from his printer. "Here take this to Hal Jensen on the sixth floor."

"Yes sir," I replied as I looked at the photo. I had a slightly startled look on my face and both my breasts were visible while the man had that same big mischievous grin. "Is there anything else, sir."

"Yeah, tell Hal to go fuck himself. And also ask him if he wants to play golf on Saturday."

"Yes sir," I responded, not quite sure what to make of either the photo or the message. "And can I tell him the name of the person sending the message?" This guy was a low level manager so he hadn't been on the list of executives I'd been given to memorize.

"Bob Jensen. I'm his older brother but the little douchebag is working higher in the building than I am and making more money than me. Oh, and his wife is better looking than mine too."

"Yes sir." I stood there for a moment waiting, then realized he didn't know what he was supposed to do. "Sir, you'll need to use the Mailgirls app to set the delivery address."

"Oh shit, sorry," he said. "Am I supposed to know his office code?"

"No sir, just go to the names tab, select the letter 'J' and then scroll down until you find his name. Select it and the address will pop up on my watch along with the delivery deadline."

The man poked his cellphone a few times and my watch lit up. Floor 6 - A9 - Delivery. 3:00. I turned to head for the stairs.

"You look just as good leaving as you do arriving," he shouted after me.

I quickly made my way up the stairs and through the sixth floor until I reached my delivery destination. My watch flashed green as I entered the office indicating I'd finally made my first deadline of the day. A man looked up from his desk with an astonished look on his face as I entered. He was thinner and better dressed than his brother but I could definitely see the family resemblance in the face.

"I have a delivery for you sir," I said as I handed him the photo and repeated the message I'd been given word for word. The man burst out laughing.

"I should've known my brother would be the first one to jump on the Mailgirls crazy train," he said. His eyes scanned my body from head to toe. "God, you're beautiful. I wasn't sure about this whole naked delivery thing before but I've got to say I'm warming to it."

"Thank you sir," I replied. "Do you have any deliveries for me?"

"Um, yeah," he said. "Can you take a message back to my brother?"

"Yes sir."

"Come out here for a minute," he said as he walked by me and exited his office. I followed him out the door as he waved someone over from a nearby cubicle and handed him his phone. "I want to get my picture with you too, if you don't mind."

"Of course, sir."

"Hey, don't you girls do this thing where you kneel on the floor while you're waiting?" he asked.

"Yes sir."

"Could you do that for me?"

I went down on my knees and assumed my kneeling posture as Hal Jensen stood behind me and his friend snapped off a couple of photos. Hal then disappeared into his office with the phone and returned several minutes later with the photo. It showed me kneeling while he stood behind me in a Superman pose with his legs spread, his fists pressed against his sides, and an attempt at a stern, heroic look on his face. It was actually pretty funny, but seeing myself in a submissive position like that sent a fresh wave of arousal through my body.

"Take this down to my brother and tell him I don't need to fuck myself because I've got a hot wife to do that for me. And tell him I'll set up a tee time on Saturday morning at Rolling Pines."

After also having to show Hal how to use the app I returned to the third floor and his brother Bob who got a hearty laugh out of both the picture and the message. I have to admit that I liked the two brothers. Their funny pictures and messages to each other helped to relieve the tension of my first day as a mailgirl so I was a little disappointed when Bob released me from further service.

Since I had no current delivery orders I made my way toward the floor's Mailgirls mat to wait. It had been placed in a spot that would provide maximum exposure to the most people and as I kneeled on it I could feel their eyes on me. Delivering messages between floors kept me busy enough to help keep my mind off of my situation but I had plenty of time to think about it now.

I thought back to my first experiences with exhibitionism as a high school girl, although I'm not sure if you could really call it exhibitionism since no one ever saw me. My mom frequently worked graveyard shifts as a nurse in the local hospital leaving me alone at night. During the summer when it was warm outside I would often go out into my backyard, strip off my clothes, and walk around in the nude imagining myself in all kinds of scenarios that usually involved being **** out of my clothes as some kind of punishment. One of my favorite fantasies was that I'd broken some serious rule and my high school had given me the ultimatum of either expulsion or attending school in the nude for the remainder of the school year. Imagining the humiliation of being **** to walk down the hallway or sit in class naked in front of all of my friends and classmates had fueled many masturbation sessions during my senior year.

A lot of kids go wild when they get to college and away from home for the first time, but I was just the opposite. After years of seeing my mom struggle to raise me and make ends meet I decided I was going to get into a career that would allow me to help her out and gain financial independence for myself. I chose a business major and buckled down for six years to earn my Master of Business Administration degree. My nude in public and humiliation fantasies had been buried and mostly forgotten in favor of pursuing goals in the real world.

Now, though, my old fantasies and the real world were suddenly colliding in shocking fashion. This was no fantasy and I wasn't pretending in my mom's backyard. I really was naked in the middle of a busy office building with no easy access to my clothes and **** to kneel in a submissive position in front of a bunch of fully clothed people. After all those years of hard work and studying my path had somehow led to this humiliating destination.

Even more shocking was a thought that kept forcing itself into my head no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. I loved this.