Unforgettable – Mailgirl Six Blog

Wow. I get a little comfortable and say it’s okay and then the floodgates opened. So many questions! I will get around to answering them all but I’m only one Mailgirl so please be a little patient. Thanks for all the interest and now on to today’s question.

ReaderMan says: “Thanks again for sharing Six. May I ask? What was your most unforgettable memory in the first and last year? If that is too personal, then what type of clothing do you like to wear when off duty and when you go outside?”

Unforgettable. Well that could be either good or bad. Generally I like to focus on the positive, but there are some negative things that pop out. I wish I had a little more time to think about it before I go to work today, but I guess it’s good I don’t because you will get the straight opinion.

I have to give an honorable mention to the first time I has sex at work. I don’t remember the guys name, just that he worked in advertising and I had that little bit of heat start to build up for a few days. My college boyfriend had broken up with me because I signed a new contract and I had not had sex in a few weeks. At work people were getting used to the sight of me and I was kind of fading into the background, which is a good thing, but my libido was going crazy with all the sensations of my new position. I had a need and he saw it. I didn’t even have to ask. I just looked over my shoulder and smiled. He followed me to the copy room and to the nook where the paper was kept, the only place no one would see us from the doorway.

There was no foreplay. I just leaned over a counter.

“We shouldn-” he started.

“-please, I need it.” That was the full extent of our conversation.

I was so wet. He slid right in with no resistance. I bit my wrist as I came, simple penetration was enough to cause a little orgasm. My body still trembled with the aftershocks as the actual sex began.
I will never forget the cold feeling of that Formica counter on my bare skin, the tinkling noise of his open belt buckle flopping around as he thrust himself into me, the smell of our sweat mixing with printer toner and bleached white paper. I bit my lip as we climaxed simultaneously.

Two orgasms, five minutes.
He zipped up his pants and left without a word. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom afterwards and was done by the time my MMU buzzed a tell my ten minute break was over.

I can’t even remember the guy’s face but it was just what I needed in that moment and it was perfect.

But in my first year, the unforgettable thing happened about two weeks before the end of my internship. I was running around all day, just full speed. It was busier than normal and I did not have time to stop and think much. I was working so hard to try and keep everyone happy that time just seemed to fly, rushing from one side of the building to the other.

The rare times I had a few moments to spare I showered fast just to hose the sweat off. I was getting the speed shower down to a science, about two and a half minutes, complete with toweling off. A bunch of janitors closets in the building had been converted to “Mailgirl Sanitation Centers”, giving me a quick alternative to running all the way to the executive gym.

I was hosing off the suds just outside of the Human Resources office when I looked up to see all eight people who worked there had formed a half-circle around the open door. People watching me shower was part of the job now, but so many and so blatantly in the middle of the day was kind of freaking me out.

My body was slick with wet, nipples hard from the cold water, I gave an embarrassed look as I reached for my towel. “Can I help you all with something?”

“It’s true,” one of my coworkers mumbled.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” another whispered.

My face and body started to flush red. Seeing my discomfort the HR Lady who hired me stepped forward, she was eyeing the clock on the wall.

“Congratulations,” she said, “you just completed the perfect day.”

I looked around in confusion. My MMU buzzed and little animated fireworks went off on the display.

“Perfect?”

“No demerits, no uniform violations, no lateness, no code violations.”

“Some of us didn’t think it was possible.”

The whole HR department clapped for me as I toweled off and took a little bow. I will never forget the looks of pride in their faces. They gave me a bonus check for a $1,000, I almost had forgotten what having money felt like as this was towards the end of my internship. Two weeks later I signed up for real.

In the last year, most unforgettable thing only happened a few weeks ago. My last contract was with a very strict company and 24/7, so my new contract allowed me a lot of comparative freedom. I was happy and I guess that showed. Several employees at my new company had expressed some interest in pursuing the Mailgirl option.

Eight weeks later I felt a lot of pride well up in me as all four of them were standing in a row. Backs straight, feet shoulder width apart, pussies clean-shaved and their numbers in their proper places; Gayle, the dumpy thirty-something trying to bring a spark of youth back into her life. Aisha, the brave African woman with fine curves accentuated by her dark chocolate complexion. Megan, who was a freckled ginger who decided sales was no longer for her. And spunky little Ann, working the internship I had arranged with a local college, her body thin and girlish like mine had been when I started.

There they were, my Mailgirls, standing at attention, taking the inspection pose on my command so I could make sure their uniforms were completely in order before sending them out into the workday fray.

My naked little soldiers all in a row, my breast swelling with pride. Unforgettable.

That reminds me I need to plan a team-building exercise for next month. Maybe a weekend retreat at a clothing optional spa. I’ll book us one hotel suite with the biggest bed they have, show them all the perks of the program, separate the girls from the Mailgirls… tee-hee! Maybe I’m in for an exciting day.

That’s it for now, looks like I have some planning to do. Stay safe out there and remember; health and efficiency matters!