I stopped the truck outside and thanked God my shift was nearly over. It was a blazing hot day, and the dark brown of my UPS uniform was soaking up the heat like mad. “Just one more house,” I thought as I checked my clipboard and went to find the package.
Rebecca Hayle – One package: Ticket #8675309
It wasn’t too hard to find. The last package in the truck is usually like that. I glanced at the label. Victoria’s Secret. Interesting. I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like.
As I stepped from the truck and headed for the door, I could have sworn my ears caught a young woman’s scream. For a moment I tensed, muscles ready to rush to the aid of someone in distress, but it didn’t last, and as I continued to the door, I realized, playing the sound back in my mind, that that scream was filled with anything but distress. Pleasure…sin…lust…and absolute release. Even the hint of that sound had me wondering if perhaps I should wait just a little bit to ring the doorbell, or at least keep my the package strategically placed over the swelling in my uniform. But somehow I wanted to get to that house as soon as possible.
I rung the doorbell…and waited.
It took a minute or so for the door to open. And two more rings. Hey, it was my last delivery. I could at least afford to wait another 30 seconds extra.
I was glad I did.
She opened the door in an outfit that had me biting my lip on a moan. Dark hair, petite body, lovely curves held inside a hastily drawn up bathrobe. Droplets of water still clung to her skin, dripping down her neck and sliding lower along her chest. I followed the drip down with my eyes before I could stop myself, and she caught me. I blushed for a moment, but all she did was turn the corner of her mouth up in a sly grin.
“Good afternoon, miss,” I managed. I was surprised I got that much out. There was something about her, something…smokey, sensual. Something I wanted. The more I stood there, the more I felt it.
“Hello…” She smiled at me after a glance downward. I got the feeling she sensed that feeling in me. I got the feeling she enjoyed it.
I watched her sign for the package. “Victoria’s Secret,” I started- and suddenly realized I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “I, ah, glanced at the label.”
“Mmmhmmm…” she said slowly. God, that voice was like silk. Black silk. Like the taste of full lips. Her eyes caught mine. “I rather lost a few pairs a little while ago.”
“Oh?” I said.
“Mmhmmm…” she finished signing.
Confidence found me. “And how did you do that?”
She grinned…devilishly. “Ripped.” She leaned closer. “Right off.” She took the clipboard and pressed it to my chest, then slowly pushed away. Her eyes were locked on mine.
I discovered I was licking my lips subconsciously. “I…think I can understand that.”
“Are you good at ripping things…” She looked at my nametag. “…Greg?”
“Ah…”
“Strong hands?” She added.
My heart was beating faster. I wasn’t prepared for that question.
She handed me the package back. “I was just wondering if you’d open the box for me.”
“Oh…well, we don’t usually do that, but I suppose I can help out a little, free of charge.” I began to open the package for her, curious as to what she would wear…and aching to be the one to be ripping them from her body.
I heard the door close behind me.
I stopped.
I wanted her.
Slowly I turned around. She was leaning back against the door, one leg bent, the other lifted off the ground and slowly sliding her foot up her shin. “Whoops,” she said with a complete lack of innocence.
The package was only half opened. I paused a moment, taking in the sight of her again, this time without embarrassment. I removed the robe with my eyes, seeing only her body…her heat…the desire in her eyes.
With a sudden pull, I tore the package open the rest of the way. She shuddered visibly, and then smiled wider.
Inside the package was black silk, sweet on my fingertips and almost as deep as Rebecca’s eyes. I lifted the panties out. Simple bikini cut. Sheer. Simple and sensual. I held them in my hands, slowly stroking them as I watched her. “You have…very good taste.”
She stepped forward, watching me. “Oh, in many ways… Greg? Would you do me another favor?”
I swallowed. Hard. “What would you like me to do, Ms.Hayle?”
Very, very slowly, she brought her hands up her body, caressing herself softly before opening her robe. I began to throb, straining against my brown shorts, breathing faster despite myself. It was a very hot afternoon.
She was nude beneath the robe. Her skin made my mouth water. Breasts to make my lips ache with need to touch them. Her stomach was perfectly curved, navel seductive and offering, wanting. And her hips…her hips were petite, but strong. Her legs… It was all I could do to keep from pouncing right there. If I let my gaze fall to her legs, I doubt I’d have been able to resist. But I wanted to play her game…wanted to see where she would lead me. And I wanted her.
“Help me try them on?” She said.
Without a word I knelt before her holding out the panties for her to slip her leg into. The way her shin slid against my lips had me moaning for more as it slid lower. Her toes entered the silk as her foot found the floor. I looked up at her, and made a show of licking my lips, running my tongue lazily across my mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as her other foot slipped inside her new panties that I had brought. Then slowly…very slowly, I slid them up her body.
Every cell in my body wanted to stop. Wanted to pull them off again, bring her down onto me and help her impale herself on my shaft. I was throbbing in those shorts. I had to do something.
For every inch the dark, lustful silk slid up her leg, I kissed. She was fresh from the shower and tasted of gardenias. My kisses turned to licks…quiet, wet strokes of my tongue followed by the silk. Up alongside her knees…higher…nibbling and sucking a slow path higher until I could feel her heat against my face, beckoning to me, calling to me, daring me to spear my tongue inside her and taste the thrill of her pleasure. My breath was rapid. It felt like fire on my own lips and I could tell she could feel it on her skin. She began to writhe quietly, leaned back against the door.
I wondered how much stress that door could take. It looked very sturdy.
For just a moment, I kissed her wetness…The barest drift of my lips on her heat. I heard her gasp and lift to my mouth…but not before I slid the panties all the way up, covering her.
I laid my head along her hip, looking up at her and moving my hands along her legs, higher, feeling the silk fit on her ass. Kneading, squeezing, smoothing my fingers over her through the silk. “How do they…fit?” I asked her. My breath fell across her inner thigh, waiting for her reply.
She moaned, eyes closed. “So good. So very, very good…” For a moment her breath shook, and then she looked at me kneeling in front of her, still throbbing in my brown delivery uniform. “And ow do they look?”
I nuzzled them, sliding my nose across the silk, inhaling the scent of her sex through it. “They look fantastic on you, Ms. Hayle…” I began nuzzling again, losing my hesitation, giving in to hunger…supreme hunger…moaning across her and kissing where the silk met skin. My arms locked around her waist, holding her to me, not letting her go. I was moaning in the pleasure of her…wanting…stroking her through the silk.
She groaned and rubbed herself back against my face. It occurred to me that it must have been her I heard as I walked up to the house, her moaning scream. I growled in reflex.
Her hand came down, brushing my face as she began rubbing herself. Her hips began to move, and I could see her fingers finding her swelling through the silk…stroking either side.
“Oh, yes, Ms.Hayle…rub it. Stroke yourself…god…”
I began to lick her fingers, kissing them, hungry and unable to stop. My hands tightened on her ass, squeezing her, kneading, and then thrusting beneath the silk to feel her bare flesh and muscle. They stretched the silk, pulling it tighter against her pussy as my tongue slid through her fingers, over her palm, along her wrist…
She moaned out loud.
I stopped, then licked her wrist again…and again she moaned…louder…
With the increased vigor of discovery, I took her arm with one hand, capturing it, holding it to her as she rubbed herself more. I opened my mouth and sealed it over her wrist, moaning vibrations through her, sucking, ,swirling my tongue while breathing fire across her palm, across her pussy, tasting her wrist faster. More and more as she began to wail…
“You’ve got a secret, Ms.Hayle,” I said boldly. “A spot right on your wrist, don’t you?”
“Fuck, call me Becky,” she hissed. Her hips thrust to her hand.
“Do you like your new panties, Becky?”
“Oh yes…”
“Do you want me to rip them off of you?”
“Oh FUCK YES!” She nearly screamed it.
I lost control.
I tore the panties from her, stripping them down the back and bearing her pussy to my mouth. With a growl, I kissed her there fiercely, wrapping my arms around her and devouring her heat with full, thick licks that traced her swollen lips and slid into her folds.
My beard brushed her heat, already soaked in her juices as she thrust herself against my tongue. I held her ass, squeezing, pulling her to me, fucking her with my mouth in spearing strokes that ran over her swollen bud and deep inside her…licking outward…lapping her up…and inside again. My breath was ragged on her. I could hear her wails growing louder as I ran my fingers down the backs of her thighs.
Her voice broke into wordless need. I was throbbing…aching to fill her with my cock–but I wanted her gushing in my mouth. More than I wanted my next breath I wanted that. I forced her thighs open, pushing her against the door I’d so innocently rung the doorbell at minutes ago. My tongue swelled and dove into her, mouth pressing close, sucking her clit with the muscle of my mouth swirling deep in her…sucking her out…humming vibrations through her.
She cried out with an ecstasy that nearly had me bursting. She gushed over my lips, drenching me while I licked…taking all I could…greedy and lapping her. I held her as her spasms rushed through her, felt them running from her toes to her hips, deep inside as I kissed her tender, drenched pussy…catching my breath, and throbbing all the while.
For whatever reason this incredible, sexy woman had given herself to me, and I was going to take her.
And then she took me. She pushed be back until I was kneeling, ripping my shorts open, kissing me fiercely in hungers of lips as she pushed my shirt open. I didn’t know where the buttons went, and I couldn’t have cared. All I felt was her hands on me, her ass on my thighs, and her greedy, wet pussy grinding against my length as we devoured each other.
My hands rushed over her, feeling her flesh, her bare skin. I wanted to touch everywhere. I gripped her arms, her shoulders, kneaded her breasts. Then, grappling my arms around her with a growl, my chest crushed to her nipples as her tongue speared into my mouth. I was throbbing, so damned hard against her. I couldn’t take it any longer.
My hands dove into her dark hair and pulled, pulling her head back, exposing her neck, ravishing her neck with my kisses as I demanded, “Fuck me! NOW!”
Her hips rose up and moved me into her, driving her tight grip down over me hard…driving me deep into her. We went wild, crazed…feral…screams mixed with snarling, grappling flesh. Harder and harder, spearing my cock into her as her legs opened wider. I felt her legs, felt the muscles moving, pumping my hips up to meet her, my own muscles working harder and harder…
She leaned back suddenly, feet on the floor, hands behind her, bracing. She was grinding against me, eyes blazing, she dared me more and more as she fucked this lucky UPS man who had stumbled on her. Our thrusts slowed as we hit the edge, both of us savoring the blazing fire rippling through us, watching each other’s body move, soaked in each other’s sweat, in each other’s sex, until at once both our eyes flared, gazes locked. We pounced forward again, as hard as we could stand, hips slapping, voices screaming together. More and more and more. I felt her gripping so tight, so fucking tight…
I howled…
She screamed…
We erupted together in gushing waves of lust…
Slowing…
Moaning…
Remembering how to breathe…
And the way her eyes opened, the way her head tilted forward, the way she looked at me and licked her lips… I knew she wasn’t finished with me.
I was CERTAIN I wasn’t finished with her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ec9csb/ups_mf
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