The Drop Off Pt. 01

The man worked alone in his office but once a week she stopped by to drop off paperwork.

"You're new," he said to her the first time. It wasn't a question. He would have noticed.

"Yes, I'll be bringing this by from now on. I hope that's ok." She smiled at him and they were silent for a beat. She kept smiling and dropped her eyes, looking at his shoulders and chest and his crotch.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Henry," he said.

"It's nice to meet you too, Henry." She smiled quickly, glanced at him one last time and left. He watched her ass as she walked out. She hadn't said her name.

The next week the paperwork was waiting for him when he returned from lunch on Tuesday.

On Monday she was back in his office, early in the morning. She walked around his desk and handed him the packet, perching next to him on the wooden edge with her legs right up close in another short skirt.

"I left it on your desk last week. I hope you found it ok."

"I did." He wondered whether to reintroduce himself.

"Shall I stay a minute in case you have any questions?"

He couldn't imagine thinking up any questions with her legs right in front of him. Her skirt was blue and tight.

"That would be great." He opened the folder and pretended to look at the first page. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, I'm Henry," he said.

"Laura," she answered and hopped off the desk, coming around and placing her hand on his back. She let it rest there on his white dress shirt while they looked down at the paper. It was friendly but distracting. He could smell her and tried to stay focused. She started to rub his back and without meaning to he relaxed his shoulders and sighed. She brought both hands to rub and squeeze his shoulders.

"That feels amazing, Laura."

"I hope you don't mind." She paused and added, "you have really nice shoulders." She ran her hands down his arms. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly. His erection was rising and he hoped she wouldn't notice.

"I should go," she said, taking her hands away. "But please let me know if you need anything else."

"Like a backrub?" he asked lightly, watching her move towards the door. She looked back at him thoughtfully.

"I think it's my turn next time."

The next time he saw her was in a meeting. He walked in to find her seated at the foot of the table. He slid into the chair next to her and glanced down at her legs. She was wearing dress pants today. She must have kicked off her shoes because her feet were bare. When he looked up he saw that she was watching him and smiling. He tried to tune into the meeting but he was distracted by her brown hair and long neck. Grabbing a pen he wrote No Shoes? and slid the paper over to her. She glanced down but didn't look at him or make a move to write anything. Under the table he felt her bare foot slide on top of his shoe. She rubbed his ankle through his pants and his breath caught a little. Then the touch was gone and she was standing up, heels on, walking to the front of the room.

His boss said, "Laura will give us a short update about the new procedure."

He listened, glad to have the opportunity to pay all of his attention to her. She spoke well and he noted approvingly that she was brief. She cracked a joke and he chuckled. Her face was pretty and he lost track of what she was saying as he stared at her eyes and her mouth. Then she sat back down in a different seat across from him. She bent over and dragged her things to the new spot, her shirt gaping in the front. The smooth skin of her cleavage ended in a lacy blue bra. When he looked up she wasn't looking back, but she was smiling.

The next presentation started and Henry's attention wandered until he felt her foot again. He looked at Laura and she was staring rapt at the presenter. Her foot touched his ankle and pressed into his shin, traveling up his leg. She rubbed her toes into his upper leg and thigh. He quickly reached under the table with one hand to catch her foot before she could press it between his legs. She squirmed and shifted, her foot in his hand. He didn't let go. Now he dragged his thumb over her insole and rubbed her foot, hoping she wasn't ticklish. His hand wandered over her ankle, under her pant leg and along her calf which was smooth. She didn't look over but her breathing quickened.

There was a sudden noise of chairs pushing back, people were standing to go and she pulled her leg gently back. He held on for a second, not wanting to let go. Then he released her and quickly adjusted himself before standing. She left before he could speak to her.

On Monday and Tuesday he waited for her and she didn't come. On Wednesday he asked his boss about the paperwork.

"Laura has been out sick so she'll bring it by tomorrow, you may need to stay late to have it completed for Friday."

On Thursday he felt tense with anticipation. When he returned from lunch there was a note on his desk I'm sorry I'm late this week, I'll stop by this afternoon. Laura. But she didn't. By seven thirty the building was quiet and he was hungry enough to duck out for a sandwich. When he returned she was sitting in front of his desk, her legs bare and crossed in a short skirt with a ruffle this time. He sat at his desk and picked up the folder.

"I'm sorry you weren't feeling well."

"I'm good now, thank you. I think you just need to check it through and sign off." She recrossed her legs and he found himself glancing at the open door. "I'm sorry you had to stay late, Henry" she added.

"Well, it's been a long day and my shoulders are sore." He grinned at her. "Maybe you can help me out."

She also looked back at the open office door. "I thought it was my turn this time."

Henry stood and walked over to the door and closed it, quietly turning the lock. He answered her with a friendly smile, "I think the foot rub counted for your turn."

She stood and walked to him. She stepped very close, lifted his tie and said quietly, "fair enough. But first I think we should take off this tie," tugging gently at the knot. He took a deep breath and stared down at the curve of her hips. She leaned in closer, working the knot loose and his hands were on her hips before he could stop them, running over the curve of her waist, pressing into her hip bones. He leaned in and kissed her firmly as she slowly drew the tie out of his collar. She dropped it and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her tight against him and slid a hand down over her ass. She purred and kissed him back.

He pushed her gently against the door and pressed into her, dropping his head to kiss her neck, undoing the buttons on her shirt and sliding one hand inside. With his other hand he pulled up her skirt and gripped her ass. They kissed again and she tried to bring a hand between them but he caught it and pinned it firmly to the door frame.

He slid his fingers inside her panties and traced between her legs. She pushed her hips forward and he pushed one finger inside her. She was warm and very wet. She whimpered and pressed into him. He finger fucked her gently as he reached into her bra to catch her nipple between his fingers. She pressed back, her legs tensing, she was moaning and panting now.

He stroked her clitoris each time he slid his finger into her. She groaned and broke off kissing, breathing heavily and leaning against him, shaking and coming and sinking into his arms. He held her a minute and breathed in her smell. She lightly kissed his neck and his cheek.

"How about a blow job instead of a backrub?" she asked playfully.

He hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"I'd like to, Henry." Her eyes were wide and her gaze steady.

That was enough. He led her behind his desk and sat down, tugging her hand and drawing her down between his legs. His cock felt tight and heavy, straining against his boxers. She undid his belt and fly and reached inside to pull him out. Her hand was soft as she held him and glanced up into his eyes. He gently tugged her head forward and slid deep inside her mouth, then she pulled back and licked her lips before running her lips and tongue all over the head. He sighed deeply and relaxed, threading his fingers in her hair and watching his cock disappear into her mouth. With his other hand he reached down into her bra to toy with her nipple, making her moan pleasantly. She swirled her tongue while she bobbed up and down slowly and steadily, her mouth was tight and wet. He picked up her hand and placed it at the base of his cock and she gripped his shaft tightly and moved her fist with her mouth as he slid in and out. It felt amazing and he tugged firmly on the back of her head now, keeping her in rhythm.

"I'm going to come," he warned and she glanced up and met his gaze. She moaned and took him deep in her mouth and her throat and he came, holding her firmly, the feeling was overwhelming. She slowly withdrew and lay her head on his leg. He redid his pants, pulled her up onto his lap and reached around to rebutton her shirt.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"I'm good," she replied and moved to stand up. He tightened his arms, hugging her.

"You don't have to leave yet." He imagined sitting and drinking wine on a dark patio somewhere, his hand on her thigh.

Her smile was friendly but reserved. "It's getting late. I'll see you next week." She moved his arms away and stood up, squeezing his shoulder as she turned to go.

"Thank you," he told her sincerely, and saw her out with his hand on her waist, watching her ass as she walked away. Then he sighed and turned back to his desk and the paperwork.