There was a scribbled note on my desk. Four parcels were in the post room and could I collect them? I knew the author by sight, Molly was the junior clerk down there. She was tiny, the sort who had to run around in the shower to get wet, about five foot two and with a shock of red hair; quite easy on the eye really.
I rang the extension written on the note.
“Is that Molly?”
“Yes.”
“You left me a note about four parcels.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, do they look the same?”
“Yes.”
This was proving to be hard work. “Have they got the same labels on? I’m trying to work out if they came from the same place.”
“Yes.”
“And are they from the same place?”
“Yes.”
I decided it was easier to descend the three flights of stairs to the post room to see for myself. When I got there Molly was sitting at a high counter with the parcels and a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.
“You could give me one.” I meant the coffee, but the double meaning was deliberate.
She blushed, half-smiled, and pointed to the coffee pot at the end of the counter. I fetched myself a drink and took one of the parcels.
There was a scribbled note on my desk. Four parcels were in the post room, and could I collect them? I knew the author by sight. Molly was the junior clerk down there. She was tiny, the sort who had to run around in the shower to get wet, about five foot two and with a shock of red hair; quite easy on the eye, really.
I rang the extension written on the note.
“Is that Molly?”
“Yes.”
“You left me a note about four parcels.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, do they look the same?”
“Yes.”
This was proving to be hard work. “Have they got the same labels on? I”m trying to work out if they came from the same place.”
“Yes.”
“And are they from the same place?”
“Yes.”
I decided it was easier to descend the three flights of stairs to the post room to see for myself. When I got there, Molly was sitting at a high counter with the parcels and a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.
“You could give me one.” I meant the coffee, but the double meaning was deliberate.
She blushed, half-smiled, and pointed to the coffee pot at the end of the counter. I fetched myself a drink and took one of the parcels.
“Can I leave the others here until I’ve had a look at this one?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t say much, do you, Molly?”
She blushed again and, wondrously, smiled at me. The effect was stunning. Her whole face lit up, and I realised she was quite attractive. Actually, more than quite. She was good-looking.
“You look so much better like that,” I said.
“I haven’t made any friends here, and it’s not much of a job, is it? I mean, everyone down here is nice, but I”m just quiet, mousey Molly.”
“That’s the longest sentence I’ve ever heard you speak. You should do it more often. Tell you what, how about you let me buy you a drink later? I don’t come from ’round here either, and it’s tough making friends in a strange town.”
“OK.”
“Swan, back bar, half past seven?”
“OK.”
I left her to whatever folks do in the post room and took my coffee and parcel back to my office. I’ll admit I did it with a bit of a spring in my step.
Molly turned up five minutes late. I hardly recognised the slim young woman in the maroon dress and grey woollen tights. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail.
She looked around as if expecting to have been stood up or she was about to become the victim of a cruel practical joke. Then she saw me at the table I’d grabbed for us. I stood as she came over and we had that awkward social kissing moment, so beloved of the British, that ended with me pecking her on the cheek.
“You look nice, drink?” I said.
“Thank you, whatever you’re having.” She looked at my pint of beer on the table.
“My ruless Molly. It’s all on me, so what would you really like to drink?”
“Dry white wine, please.”
I came back with a large glass from what seemed like a decent bottle. She sipped it and proclaimed it to be “not bad.”
“Thanks for asking me out like this. I”m too shy to go out on my own, so I’ve not made many friends since I moved here. The girls at work are a bit of a clique, and no one’s invited me to join them.”
“That’s now the longest sentence I’ve ever heard you speak.”
She blushed. I was to learn that Molly often blushed.
“It’s nice. I’d like to hear more about you. Now where’s that accent from?” I continued.
“I grew up in Suffolk and came here when I was seventeen and my parents split up. That was two years ago. I’ve an aunt in the town but I didn’t get on with her husband, so I moved to my flat as soon as I got a job here.”
“That wasn’t a good start.”
“He kept coming into my room without knocking and tried to get me to sleep with him. I told my aunt, but she sided with him. Now what about you?”
“Twenty-three, been here just over two years, moved down for the job after I graduated. Bought a house last year, college girlfriend moved in then moved out again recently.”
Instead of another glass, I bought a bottle for us to share. As she sipped her second glass, she said quietly, “Any more of this and I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Then she smiled self-consciously.
After that, any ice between us melted quickly, and before we knew it, the bell sounded for last orders and she’d downed most of the bottle without my help. Molly had relaxed, smiled a lot, and sat a lot closer to me as the evening wore on.
“Walk you home?” I said.
“You live in the opposite direction.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
As soon as we got outside, she linked arms with me and leaned in so that her head was on my shoulder.
Spontaneously, I kissed the top of Molly’s head. She stopped, turned towards me and we shared our first kiss there on the High Street outside an estate agent’s office. Five minutes later we were at the door to Molly’s flat.
“You can come in if you’d like to. I’m sure I can find some coffee if I need to.”
“I’d like to.” I followed her up two flights of stairs, admiring her slender form.
It was a nice flat, and Molly was clearly comfortable there. I sat on the sofa, expecting her to join me.
Instead, she stood about four feet away, took down her hair, and then calmly lifted her dress over her head before bending forward to remove the grey tights and her underwear. Molly stood naked before me. I liked what I saw, her pale skin accentuated the darkness of her surprisingly large nipples and her well-trimmed bush.
“Surprised?” she said, without a hint of modesty as she placed her hands on her hips.
“Just a bit. Like what I see, though.”
“It cuts out all that mucking about. You do want to sleep with me, I assume?”
I stood, took her hands, and looked her in the eye. “I don’t plan much sleep.”
We kissed, and I realised how soft she was. I ran my hand down her back to the cleft of her tiny, firm backside.
“I”m a bit out of practice,” she whispered, before she led me to the bedroom. Molly walked straight to the window to draw the curtains.
“Hello perverts,” she said, “the blokes who share the flat opposite like to get a regular eyeful.”
She turned and sat in the middle of the bed while I removed my clothes.
I sat next to her, our lips locked, and in seconds I was deep inside, driving deep into her as she bucked and wriggled beneath me. She grabbed the slats of the headboard, threw her head back, and started groaning as we satisfied each other’s lust.
I felt her legs lock behind me. She thrust hard upwards as I quickened the pace, opening her silky soft, willing, and needy tunnel. She forced her hips higher, tightened the grip with her legs, then screamed loudly as I felt her insides contract, forcing me to lose all control.
“So much for foreplay,” she said after we’d cuddled under the duvet for about five minutes. “Sometimes you just need to fuck, don’t you? I told you I am rather out of practice.”
“Seemed ok to me, you are full of surprises.”
“Full of something else now. People get too hung up about sex. I”m not promiscuous or anything, far from it, but sometimes it’s just the right thing to do. And on that subject.”
Molly started to caress my balls, then gently stroke my shaft.
“Hello, big boy, back again, are you?”
I started to turn towards her, but she pushed me back.
“No, I”m in charge.”
She straddled me, then lowered herself gently onto my swollen cock.
“Don’t force it,” she said as I started to move my hips. “Now, gently massage my tits. They may be small, but they are very sensitive.”
My hands easily covered both of her breasts. I pushed gently against her, feeling the hardness of her nipples in my palms as I circled around them. Molly closed her eyes, sighed, then gently started to rock.
She fell forward towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing her tits hard into my hands. Molly bounced slowly on me, going deeper each time, moaning and sighing, enjoying herself.
“You can join in now, push that thing deep into me, stretch me, like that, YES, Y-E-S!!” Her whole body shook. She lifted herself up and then slammed down on me, grinding as deep as she could. I felt her stretch as she engulfed me.
Molly fell forward onto me, rubbed her tits across my chest, then straightened up again. She tightened her pussy muscles and worked up and down the entire length.
“Gonna come,” she yelled, then leaned back and screamed. Her pussy clamped hard around me. I pushed upwards, she screamed again, and I emptied my balls deep inside her.
Molly lifted herself from my softening cock, grinned and dropped our shared juices on my stomach. With a giggle she changed position and began to lick me clean.
I think I may have many more reasons to visit the post room in the future.