“Good morning, Railtrack 125 House, How may I help you?” I answered the phone. Using my sweetest telephone voice.
Just then, the guy from the control room, Steve I “think” his name was, came into reception for yet another coffee.
They had their own facilities, but I guessed that the coffee machine in reception made better coffee as it was intended for visitors. He gave me his usual cheeky wink, and closed the door as he went back to work. “Mm” I thought “very sexy”. I was really enjoying this temp job at Railtrack, as it consisted of very little, other than looking sweet, being sweet on the telephone, and being sweet, to visitors, I could do all of those things, the only downside was that I had to work Saturdays which were very quiet, and easy, but it was summer and I could think of so many things I’d rather be doing. Today was Friday, lots of people were leaving early, apart from the control room staff, their jobs were crucial, Friday afternoon or not. Steve, the sexy guy that seemed fond of my coffee machine, was back again, this time he stopped to talk to me. We exchanged, pleasantries, he was very flirtatious! He told me that some of the guys in the control room, (himself included) thought I was hot, then he disappointed me by telling me that tomorrow “Saturday” was his last day. He asked me, if I’d wear a short skirt for his last day, and although I normally, wore a suit and didn’t do short skirts, it was, the middle of summer, and tomorrow was Saturday, so there would be no visitors to greet. I humoured him and said, “I’ll see” Off he went back to the control room. I left shortly after and had to walk the entire length of his office window, some of the guys waved as I went. The next morning, feeling brave, I wore a thigh length summer dress and trainers to work. When I arrived, I heard whistles and felt embarrassed that I’d gone through with it. Once at my desk, it wasn’t long before Steve arrived for his usual, and he stopped to chat. “I didn’t think you’d come through for me” he said “Well seeing as it’s your last day and all” I replied. “You’ve caused quite a stir with those legs of yours” he said, and I laughed nervously. I wasn’t overly confident about my looks, although I received a lot of male attention, I was only 19, and I had issues I guess. It wasn’t even half an hour before he was back again, braver than ever! I commented on the amount of coffee, he drank and winked at him. He said that I had brightened up his last few weeks at work, and that he wished today wasn’t his last day, after all. We exchanged a glance, one which was to change things, and this time before he left reception, he told me he’d be back in exactly an hour, I looked up at the clock, and smiled. Almost an hour passed, and I don’t know what gave me the courage, but I went to the ladies and removed my knickers, then I sat back on my stool, moving myself away from the desk. I grinned when the door opened exactly on time. As he approached the desk (no coffee, this time) I looked at him with my best “fuck me” eyes and open my legs ever so slightly. Almost immediately his eyes glanced between my legs, I was unsure as to how much he could see. Smiling at me he said “You are a ‘very’ naughty girl” “Am I?” I responded. “You know you are” I smiled. “Open your legs wider” he asked me, and nervously I spread my legs wide revealing my bald pussy in it’s entirety, he gasped, and I felt wild under his intent gaze. Taking some keys from his pocket, he unlocked some offices across reception, he held the door for me, I followed him. Once inside, the door firmly closed he dropped to his knees in front of me. Using both hands, and beginning at my ankles, he journeyed up my solid calves, my soft but toned thighs, and over my smooth round ass. He squeezed my cheeks before his hands retraced their path, so gently, creating a static sensation.