To Public Relations.

"Not too bad, Alicia. How about with you?" you respond, as you reach into your cart, and hand her the mail for the office. She pushes slightly back from her desk, giving you a heavenly view of her nylon-clad thighs. As she stands and leans towards you, your eyes move to her chest, and you hope your pants are loose enough, because you're sure you're hard as a rock. "And this is just the first stop of the day!" you think to yourself.

"I'm good, John, better now that you're here." She giggles and flutters her long eyelashes at you, as she takes the mail from your hand, her fingertips brushing over yours. Sitting back in her swivel chair, Alicia turns and sets the mail on the table behind her. Her skirt rides up her thighs, and you briefly glimpse the dark tops of her stockings before she swivels back to face you.

As much as you'd like to stay and chat with Alicia, you know you've got to move on. "We'll see you later, Alicia. Stay out of trouble." The disappointment is evident in her blue eyes as you back out of the office door and into the hallway.

"That'll be easy now that you're leaving. See ya later."

Pushing the cart before you, you consider what might have happened if you had stayed just a few minutes longer with Alicia. She's such a flirt, and it would be so fabulous to really have her spread-eagled on her desk and slamming into her tight, wet pussy from behind, instead of masturbating to fantasies of her.

Realizing that your imagination is getting away from you and you have a job to do, you shake off the alluring image of fucking Alicia doggy style on her desk and push open the door to the public relations office.

There are eight staff people working in P.R., five women, and three men, although two of the women act as secretaries for the department. As you walk in, Trish and Michelle stop their conversation and greet you in their usual friendly manner. "Hello, sweetness!" Trish says as she slides off the edge of her desk and walks the few steps to your cart.

"Hi, Trish," you reply as she takes the mail from you and gives you a quick peck on the cheek with her full, sensuous lips.

Like most of the women at the company, and especially in PR, Trish is young and sexy. You watch her swaying hips as she walks back to her desk with hungry eyes. Trish is 23 with curly, sandy brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkle as she turns and gives you a provocative wink. She's wearing a hunter green suit jacket with a matching skirt cut to the middle of her thigh. The button of her jacket is held firmly in place by the generous swell of Trish's ample tits, which you would estimate to be 38c. As she resumes her seat on the edge of her desk, she crosses her long, sexy legs and dangles a sling back high-heeled shoe from the toes of her slim foot.

"Got anything else for us, John?"

Michelle laughs nervously at Trish's forwardness. Shelly, as she likes to be called by her friends, looks almost like a real life, full-sized Barbie doll. Her platinum blonde hair is long and ends at her slim waist. Her eyes are deep blue, and she has a perfect smile. Of course, it's hard to miss her breasts, which are large and round. Today, she's wearing a silk, sleeveless red top that clings to her chest. As she steps over to Trish's desk, you see that she still favors shorts skirts; today it's black. Her long, toned legs sport suntan nylons, and she wears three-inch black heels, accentuating her long legs.

Shelly is shy, but you've heard that after a few drinks, she's a dynamo. She sits down next to Trish, and the two of them look at you, grinning and sexy. Images of a threesome race though your head, and you wish you could make it happen. Quickly you shake it off and start to back up towards the door.

"I wish I did." you say, answering Trish's query.

"Maybe you could stay for a few moments; the whole department is in a conference for the next two hours." Shelly says.

"Yeah, if somebody from the mailroom calls, I'll just tell them we have a mailing to go out that you're waiting on." Trish suggests.