The rest of the day

The rest of the afternoon consists of delivers around the building, with furtive glances and smiles, but nothing overtly sexual. The last hour is very busy, getting all the out-going mail ready for pickup by FedEx, the Post Office, or the inter-office mail truck. The two of you don't have time for any hanky-panky.

You are all done about ten minutes before quitting time. Everyone has left the mailroom. You getting your things together to go home, when Becky comes behind you and spins you around. She pulls you into her embrace and kisses you passionately on the lips. You hold her body tight to yours, luxuoriating in the feel of her tits pressed against your chest. Your cock is burrowing into her belly.

After a few minutes, you break the kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow. Be ready, 'cuz I'm gonna work that ass of yours," you say jokingly.

Becky grins at you and says, "I'm counting on it, John." She winks and licks her lips seductively. She heads out the door.

You are so worked up, you head to the restroom and jerk out a load, remembering fucking Becky on Ms. Jones desk. On the drive home, you daydream about her. You spin a fantasy with you and Becky being interrupted by Alice Jones, who joins in the fun. You miss your exit and have to backtrack a couple miles out of the way.

That night you jerk off twice to thoughts of Becky. You fall asleep with visions sugar pussy dancing in your head.