Bike Delivery Guy

I was slogging my way through grad school with no real goal in mind. Most of my friends were trying to line up internships for the summer or some form of "meaningful" employment. I was not so inclined. Instead I took a job as a bike messenger. OK, with the Internet and overnight delivery services this was a career headed for extinction.

My job as a bike messenger was to pick up an "urgent" parcel for an office and deliver it to another office; usually only a few blocks away. Sometimes I had to return a receipt to the originator. Learning the ropes was not difficult. We worked mostly in the downtown area and the streets are laid out in a grid; north-south / east-west. Given an address I could quickly find the pick-up and destination. If I couldn't find it, I did carry a book of maps. The job was unsophisticated, minimally challenging and somewhat mindless; however I enjoyed it.

Late afternoons were my favorite time. Traffic was heaviest and the parcel always needed to be delivered before the close of business. It was daring and exciting as I dodged pedestrians and vehicles to insure the critical documents were delivered in time; the modern day pony express.

So, when I got the call a little past 5:00 PM to deliver an urgent package, I sprang into the saddle and raced to the office of a large law firm. The receptionist stressed the critical nature of the document and that it "must" be signed for that day. She stressed they were "keeping the office open just for these papers". To add to the urgency, the recipient was a small law firm located about 3 miles north of the downtown area. I was familiar with the area. It had been a neighborhood of elegant townhomes years ago but now was divided into a mix of condominium, apartments and professional offices.

I picked up the package, confirmed the addresses and promised to deliver it in time. The rush hour traffic was exceedingly heavy and several cross streets impeded my progress. Stop signs and street lights I usually ignored, and irate drivers I usually greeted with a favorite obscene gesture. The 3 miles lay in my wake as I arrived at the address of my destination several minutes before 6:00. I chained my bike and checked the addresses once more and headed for the office.

I entered the building with the address and proceeded to suite 200. The lettering on the door did not match the recipient's name. I was not too concerned about this since several of these small firms share office space.

The door was locked so I knocked firmly on the glass. A short 40ish woman with light red hair wearing a white blouse and brown skirt emerged from a back office to answer the door.

"You're early. I didn't expect you for a few minutes" she said as she led me through the reception area to a small office with a sofa.

"Is this good enough?" She motioned me to the sofa and I sat down. As I did she disappeared briefly and returned with a handful of paper towels.

I had taken off my satchel and was fishing for the parcel when she returned and knelt before me. I was taken aback by her actions and reacted with a bit of shock. "Relax. You just sit back and I will take care of everything." She sat back and unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop from her arms. It was held up by the belt of her skirt. She was not wearing a bra.

"Is that better?" I nodded in response and she began to massage the tops of my thighs. An erection instantly bulged in my pants. "That is better!" she exclaimed as she proceeded to fumble with my zipper. Deftly she worked my swollen member out from the cramped confines of my jeans.

I thought I should raise an objection or protest somehow. Not that I minded but I felt that I should say something.

When my rigid phallus was free and standing like an idol before her, she pushed my knees apart, nestled close between my thighs and sucked vigorously on my cock. Her jaws worked in a chewing motion as she devoured my rod. There was no panic in her activity it was all business. Working diligently she pulled and gnawed and sucked with enough enthusiasm to quickly bring me to a roaring orgasm.

Her mouth felt my pulsating dick and with perfect timing released my organ from her oral grip and positioned the paper towels to catch the surging goo. Her hands and towels whisked the sperm and juice off my still hard cock, catching every dollop and not permitting one drop to fall carelessly on either my or her clothes.

Her cock maintenance was interrupted by the rapid ticking of a key against the glass office door. "Shit" she muttered as she hastily arranged her blouse and skirt and left for the reception area. I quickly pulled and zipped my jeans and followed her.

As I entered the reception area I heard a man's voice, "I called about an hour ago. I am a friend of Walt's". As his voice trailed off, she turned to me. "Who the hell are you?" I had a vague feeling that I may have unintentionally stumbled into a case of mistaken identity. Trying my best to act blasé, I handed her the parcel and asked for a signature. She stared at the envelope then turned to the man at the door. With a nod of her head towards the office, she muttered quietly, "Wait for me back there. I will only be a second."

She perused the label on the envelope, and then turned to stare at me with a laser gaze. She raised the parcel in front of my face and barked, "You shithead! This is not the name on the office door!"

"I know", I countered, "but this is the address. Isn't it?"

Her stare broke as she returned her attention to the envelope. "You still should have said something. This office is across the street. You owe me." Her final sentence was an indictment but instead of waiting for a reply she grabbed my arm and led me towards the door. "The next time I see you, you better have some money for me!" she muttered under her breathe as she pushed me into the hall.

Through the closed door I heard her call, "Make yourself comfortable, I just need to grab some paper towels." Out on the street, I noticed the large sign across the street identifying the location of the office.

"Hhmmm" I thought, "I'm still early. Perhaps they will give me a tip for being so timely."