The Delivery Guy (continued)

My friend Suzanne and I have this standing joke that we should bonk The Delivery Guy. The dream scene: One of us is the only one in the office for the 5:00 PM pick-up on a Friday… and packages aren't the only thing he delivers. What started out as an outrageous implausibility turned into a live action fantasy. It didn't happen in the office, though.

It happened at my apartment. I took a day off from work to catch up on some personal business, clean my house, and just relax. I ran a bunch of errands in the morning and came back feeling a little exhausted so I laid down on my bed. My mind started to wander, letting all work-related stress escape out the window. I started to entertain a few sexual fantasies, and reached into the nightstand drawer for my vibrator. With each erotic mind game, I came really hard. I felt like I could ride my vibrator forever and it still wouldn't be enough.

During what must have been my eighth orgasm, the doorbell rang. My doorbell is not a musical ding-dong chime. It's an annoying buzzer louder than a bullhorn that could wake the dead and frankly, it really harshed my mellow. First, I thought no, I won't answer it. But then it rang again. I peered out the window to see who it could be. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the big brown delivery truck. Holy. Shit.

I grabbed my silk robe and pressed the button to let him in. I glanced in the mirror and saw that my hair was a total mess and my skin was mottled with a pink flush. I had obviously been orgasming, and I briefly wondered how to get that glow every day without masturbating constantly.

My hands were covered with the scent of my own pussy and I was pretty sure he'd be able to detect it. I was 1) petrified, 2) excited, and 3) aroused. Could I, would I really fuck The Delivery Guy? Or was this a bit of debauchery better left in The Fantasy File? Well, there was no time to rationally decide how to play this because he was on his way up the stairs to my second floor door.

I swung open the door and a perfect example of classic Greek sculpture greeted me with a warm "good morning" and gently dropped a package on my living room floor.

"There's a few more in the truck," he said politely, "I'll be right back." It turns out the packages were from my mother in Cleveland. She usually sends me things at the office, and I couldn't figure out why she sent them to my home address. Then I nearly burst out laughing when I thought of all the times my mom has tried to set me up with different guys. At last, she seemed to be having some success, although she'll have no idea how…

Adonis came panting up the stairs with heavy boxes. For a split second his eyes met mine and I knew I was going to be a bad girl. He set the boxes down, and started fooling around with that scanner thing.

Looking up, he handed me a pad with a screen and said, "Okay, if you could just sign here, plea…" He stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. I had let my robe fall open and presented my totally nude body for his viewing pleasure. A little voice in my head said, "I can't believe you're doing this Sally! I can't believe it!" Then another voice said "Go for it, Sally! Go for it NOW!" and I knew we were going to go all the way. He stepped inside and shut the door without saying a word. I put my fingers inside my pussy and then pressed them against his lips, letting him smell and taste my lady flavor. He dropped his scanner thing.

I took him by the hand and led him back into my bedroom in silence. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs and he knew where to put his head. He gave me a long, luxurious tongue bath, darting his expert tongue in and out of my labes and circling my clit. Good boy! Being in such an aroused state, it didn't take long for me to cum and he lapped me as I grabbed the sheets.

Then he kissed me. I could taste myself all over him. Moments later, he was gone. Wait, did that just really happen?

In the true spirit of friendship, I sent a few packages over to Suzanne's house. Signature required, of course.

-- Sally V.