Mailgirls Down Under Pt. 13 by MrStill
Discover the tantalizing escapades of "Mailgirls Down Under Pt. 13," where seductive encounters and steamy adventures unfold in the heart of Australia. Dive into this erotic sex story that explores passion, desire, and intimacy like never before. Experience the thrill – read now!<br/>
First time readers: The Melbourne office of Harada Industries was required to follow their Japanese and American branches and introduce mailgirls. Due to Australian labour laws, well, here the mailgirls get very good pay and conditions, unlike those overseas. And management do not like it.
For those after some background or a refresher on recent events, mailgirl Marjorie Jackson has had an unrequited crush on her former office boss, Mitchell Johnson since just about the beginning. Mitch has stayed resolutely faithful to his wife Jessica. But he has been demoted to Special Projects. At least he was faithful right until the end of Part 12, when another mailgirl, Kimiko Date, suddenly overwhelmed him in the office. The two of them are going back to her place. But first…
Jackson sped up the stairs to the sixth floor and opened the door onto that floor to collect her message. Feeling a bit naughty since she would soon be finished for the week, the naked mailgirl slowed down as she passed in front of the lifts on the off chance someone from outside would get out there since that was management’s level, and they were always getting visitors. No such luck for Jackson this time, none of the lifts pinged. She was about to go behind the partition to enter the management suite when another mailgirl came out into the foyer.
Lauryn Marks, thin and lithe like Jackson, bustled towards her, her body well toned from the sheer physical requirements of the job. Unusually, she looked tense.
“Everything okay?” Jackson asked her.
“Just delivered a message to Lindsay.” Lauryn frowned. Dealing with Lindsay Davenport, Melbourne’s new office manager was stressful for the mailgirls, given Lindsay’s overt disdain for them. As boss, she found new ways to interfere with the previously smooth running of the mailgirl program on an almost weekly basis. But that was only part of it. Lauryn reached out to gently touch Jackson’s arm. “And there’s something else…” she started.
“Yes?” Jackson reached back, taking Lauryn’s hand in hers, lightly gripped the other naked mailgirl. Concerned, she looked into Lauryn’s eyes.
“Can you meet me for a drink after work? Something I need to tell you,” Lauryn asked, breaking Jackson’s gaze.
“Of course.” Jackson did not hesitate even for an instant.
Lauryn brightened up a little, pecked her friend on the cheek and gently squeezed her bare hip. She then strode past the lifts to take the stairs back down to the mezzanine. Jackson stood there for a moment, admiring her friend’s thin hips and taut butt before she started the other way to find out what Lindsay wanted of her. Then she stopped for a moment. ‘What am I becoming,’ the naked mailgirl wondered, ‘now wanting to show myself off to strangers?’ Admitting it was a buzz, she considered a visit to the dildo station on the seventh floor, just one flight above. But first she had to deal with Lindsay.
*
Kimiko Date stretched out in the passenger seat of Mitchell Johnson’s car, then turned towards Mitch, pressing her feet gently against his while he drove. He turned and smiled at her.
“Do you remember me with clothes on?” she teased. She toyed with the hem of her skirt. Yes, she had dressed before they left the office. The rules. Mailgirls were only naked in the office, during working hours.
Mitch smiled at his passenger. “No, not really. I didn’t have much to do with you when you were in the finance team.”
“That’s a shame. I noticed you. But then you were the boss of the whole office.” She looked outside. “Take this left here,” she instructed. “And there’s parking under the complex, so you can be discreet.”
Mitch frowned for a moment. Why had he not even thought of being discreet? He was floating on air, genuinely swept away once it became clear what was going to happen between him and the most outrageous of the mailgirls. Concentrate, he ordered himself, you are driving in traffic. Not far to go now.
Once inside Kimiko’s apartment, with the door closed they made it to the living room before they urgently took up where they had stopped in the office, suddenly they were again passionately kissing each, reaching around shoulders, arms, sides with their hands in a series of urgent embraces.
Kimiko eased Mitch’s arms off her. He looked into her face to see why and she looked assertively straight back at him. “You’re not fetishising the hot Asian chick are you?” she enquired.
Mitch tried to give her the sort of smile that he knew Shane Crawford, the devil-may-care Office Number Two, would radiate in such a situation. “Well, you are certainly hot, sure,” he noted and thought for a moment. “But if I’m fetishising anything about you, it’s what you have been doing in the office since you became a mailgirl.” Kimiko smiled at how seriously Mitch was trying to justify what he was about to do with her.
Mitch recalled Kimiko’s highlights in the office. There were too many incidents. The time she loudly wanked herself during the whole of office meeting. And lately letting Mrs Ogawa bind and suspend her from the ceiling, just for two instances. And here they were, alone. He tried to pretend not, but he almost felt entitled. After all he had fought the temptation of the mailgirls until now. And where had it got him? “It’s not a fetish thing,” Mitch insisted.
Kimiko nodded, pretending that it really mattered to her. “Well, that’s good.” Then she gave him a sly look. “Of course you’re allowed to fetishise me. I like that.”
Mitch smiled, relieved. “You like the attention.”
Kimiko put her arms back around the taller man. “Of course I do.” They kissed again, a long smooch with real passion, once again gripping each other’s body beginning to discover what each of them wanted.
Again though Kimiko stepped back from Mitch. “I want you,” she breathed, “but I want to do this properly.” She stepped further away. “Give me a moment,” she promised. Mitch nodded as she disappeared from the living room. “I’m in the bedroom getting ready,” she called out after a short while.
“Okay,” Mitch responded, prepared for anything since it was Kimiko. And thinking of her antics in the office, he got very turned on.
After another moment, Kimiko called out “Almost ready!” Then she added “Take off your clothes and come in.”
Mitch shrugged. The cost of wanting to have Kimiko. He took off his clothes, carefully folded them on Kimiko’s sofa. “Where are you?” he called out once he was naked. He followed her voice, her calls of ‘here’ until he stood outside her closed bedroom door. “I’m here,” he warned.”
“And I’m here,” Kimiko laughed. Mitch opened the door. The light was on. He could see her and she could see him. “Nice,” she observed. Mitch stepped towards Kimiko who sat in the middle of a king-size bed, aware that he was completely naked, hiding nothing. She happily noted that he had kept himself in shape and also that he was very erect.
In contrast Kimiko looked like something from out of Jane Austen in a low cut gown that showed a fair amount of cleavage but also spread down to her feet. Her decolletage clearly revealed that there were at least 2 layers of clothing beneath. Mitch looked at her, bemused.