You continue your rounds to R&D

“Okay, Becky,” you begin, “have you anything you need to leave downstairs in the mailroom?”

“No, I’m good,” replies the pretty newcomer. “I didn’t need a jacket and I can keep my bag with me. She clutches a small handbag under her arm.

“Okay, lets get going,” you respond. “Do you want to push the trolley?”

“Okay,” she responds, moving forward. You are a little disappointed not to have got her to yourself down in the mailroom. But as she sets off pushing he trolley and you watch those long sexy legs leading up to that nice round ass, a plan forms in your mind: The stuff on the top of the trolley, which you normally deliver first is for PR and Sales. But you figure they can wait for now. You will get Becky to deliver the heavy stuff off the bottom to Research & Development first. It’s a longer journey and you have more time to stare at that gorgeous butt on the way. Plus there are other benefits.

Eventually, you arrive at the R&D office. Inside are three slightly nerdy men whose job is to analyse competitor’s products and test new designs for the company. Their heads swivel like meercats, as Becky strolls in, with her unhelpfully short skirt.

“And what can we do for you, miss..?” begins Stan, the senior member of the team, smiling like an idiot and addressing her breasts.

“Its Becky,” says Becky, “and I think we have some packages for you.” She turns questioningly towards you.

“We certainly do fellas,” you respond, stepping forward. “You’re in luck. We’re visiting you first today. Never know here might be something important in these packages.” And then to Becky: “It’s the three on the bottom shelf.”

Becky looks under the trolley, to where you are pointing and nods her head. With that, the pretty brunette bends at the waist and as her short skirt rides up over her hips, you are rewarded by the cock-hardening sight of her soft creamy ass cheeks bisected by a thin strip of red material from her thong. You fight back the urge to stride up behind her and thrust your already straining cock between her hot wet pussy lips.

“That’s one,” she says, placing it carefully on the desk.

As the pretty brunette bends a second time, there is an undignified stampede as the three R&D guys run round to your side of the office. Becky pause in mid-action and looks inquiringly at the three men. They try to act nonchalant and look in other directions. When Becky bends for the third time, you feel almost duty bound to point out that she’s likely injure her back bending like that. Almost duty-bound - but not quite.

“And that’s the third,” comments Becky, straightening for the third time. There is an almost audible sigh of disappointment from the assembled male audience.

“Have you got anything for us to take?” you ask.

“Uh, yes,” says Stuart, Stan’s assistant, hurriedly grabbing a package off the desk. “Its… uh, up there on the top shelf.” With that he lobs it onto a nearby shelf unit.

“So, hey: why didn’t you just pass it to me?” asks a mystified Becky.

“Can’t do that,” chips in Phil, the third member of the team. “Company policy. All mail to be left in the mail tray. That’s where we keep the mail. Up there.”

You see Stan, quickly whip the real mail basket off the desk and drop it out of sight.

“Okay, so how do I get it from up there?” asks Becky.

“With this,” announces Phil, pulling round a step-ladder on wheels. “I’ll hold it for you”, he adds, gallantly.

Becky begins to ascend, shaking her head in puzzlement. When she gets to the top, she finds she still has some way to go and stands on tip-toe, the hem of her too short skirt riding up again. At the base of the ladder, Phil gazes upwards, hypnotised with desire. Stuart edges closer and flips the thumbs up to Stan and yourself.

All too soon, Becky has returned to the foot of the ladder with the package for delivery.