“Ah, I slept well ..” I stretch and look around. Nice, home alone and a whole day off in prospect!
Tonight he is coming! So nice. I get out of bed and open the curtains. The spring sun smiles at me and I feel the warmth on my bare shoulders. I am also a bit cold so you know what: I just take a quick hot shower.
The water from the shower spray ensures that I am completely awake right away. I put on my bathrobe and panties (a nice sexy panties, I got these from him as a gift and it is very comfortable), make a delicious cup of freshly ground coffee downstairs in the kitchen and crawl back into bed.
Relaxed with my cup of coffee in one hand, I briefly browse through my mobile. Check my mail, Whatsapp and the news and turn on some nice music. So comfortable on the bed with the sun’s rays caressing my body between my open bathrobe, I am starting to feel like joining the sun in it’s efforts. “Shall I just take that magic wand out of my closet?” I think to myself, one hand starting to wander over my skin while caressing …
But then the doorbell suddenly goes! What, how?! Who is that??
«Shit shit, how can I open the front door like that, I’m not dressed for this at all! Fack fack fack! » Okay, I’ll jump out of bed anyway, and hurry to close up my bathrobe as best I can, while running down the stairs to the front door. On the way down I wonder who or what it could be, and the suddenly I remember that a package would get delivered today. Ah, that must be it. I quickly grab my keys because the door is of course still locked. When I arrive downstairs, I quickly look through the peephole in the door, but I don’t see anyone standing there. Oh, that shit doorbell is sometimes just ringing about nothing, it won’t be that way again, right? Okay, I’ll just watch anyway. I unlock the door and open the door ajar. Nothing. I open the door a little further, and I stick my head around the corner. A little further I see the white van with which the Post delivery person always makes his rounds. I look a little further and see the delivery guy standing at the door of one of the neighbors down the street. At a glance I also immediately notice that it’s that cute guy again whom I have seen many times before. “Hey!” I shout at him, he turns around, sees me standing and gestures to me to wait a while. I wait in the doorway for a while watching him hand over a package to the neighbor, say goodbye, and walk back to his bus. There he picks up my package and hurries over to me. “Sorry”, I say, “I wasn’t quite done yet, as you can see”. “That’s alright, I might have moved on a little too quickly myself”, a slightly sweaty, handsome delivery guy responds and smiles at me. I see how his gaze quickly passes over my “outfit” and I wonder how often a delivery guy actually experiences this, a scantily clad young woman opening the door for him, and what else he might encounter on his rounds. Might be a more interesting job than it seems, delivering parcels..
“Are you hot?” I ask, «would you like something to drink? Coke, a glass of water? »
“Well, that’s really nice, I sure would like a glass of water,” he replies. I open the door a little further, taking the package from him and say, “Okay, come in.” I walk up the stairs in front of him and only realize when we are almost upstairs that walking behind me, he might be able to look under my bathrobe and enjoy a view of my buttocks, wrapped in some pretty spicy panties. Oops, too late, a bit stupid! Well, rather this cute guy than some horny old guy. He deserves to have a nice break. Once at the top, I turn towards him, blushing slightly and I immediately notice by the look on his face that he has indeed been able to glance at the curves of my behind. And judging by his smiling eyes, he thought it was anything but bad. I walk in front of him to the kitchen, take a large glass from the kitchen cupboard and fill it with water, give him the glass and watch him while leaning against the counter as he empties it in one gulp. “One more?” I ask, and he nods. This time he drinks it calmly, sip by sip. “Must be an interesting job sometimes, parcel deliverer,” I say, building on the thought I just had downstairs. “Yeah, you’re going through a bit,” he says, and as he begins to tell a story of a time he had to deliver a package to an elderly old man who was confused and opened the door in Adam’s costume, I can feel my phone vibrate. I take it out of the pocket of my bathrobe and see that it is a text message from him: «good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well? Followed by the usual emojis» I answer him, listening with half an ear to the story of the parcel deliverer: «yes, very nice, and you? ” A naughty thought suddenly comes to mind. I check to see if the delivery person is watching me but he is currently immersed in his own story and apparently the interior of my kitchen and so I take my chance, turn around and take a selfie as fast as I can, showing myself wearing the bathrobe and behind my shoulder the unsuspecting parcel deliverer, clearly recognizable by his postman uniform. I quickly send the selfie to him, turn to the delivery guy again and ask him a question about his story, in the meantime much more focused on whether I feel my phone vibrating again.
And yes, as expected in less than 30 seconds I can feel it and quickly take it out of my pocket.
“Hahaha, what ?? Is that the delivery guy you always talk about? » he texts, “and what is he doing in your kitchen while you are hopping around half naked, little slut?” he says with a smiling emoji behind it.
Hm, if he is going to act like that .. two can play that game, I say to myself, and a very naughty, very wrong, very nice thought comes to mind.
“Do you have a moment?” I say to the delivery person, “I just found out that I need to make a very quick phone call urgently”
“No problem” he replies, and I walk out of the kitchen to the next room, close the door behind me and quickly start a FaceTime conversation with him. He answers immediately, and before he can say anything, I am already ahead of him: “Okay, I’ll keep it short. If you give me permission, I will really do it, but if you say no then I understand that and it is also fine, and then I will see him out quickly. The question is: do you want me to give him a nice blowjob and if so, I will make sure that you can watch via FaceTime without him noticing. Just say yes or no. No more”
For a moment his eyes widen and I am afraid that he will get angry, but then «Uhm pff uh, Okay, yes. Yes”.
“Okay, but make sure you are as quiet as possible, I don’t want him to notice that you are watching”. I the phone aside for a moment, while he is undoubtedly waiting there via FaceTime in a kind of confused state but excited about what’s to come.
Omg, haha, am I really going to do this? I think back to what I wanted to do before the bell rang. I still feel horny, I still feel like having sex, and my lust for cum eventually trumps all doubts. You have to try everything once, is my motto for things like this.
I open the belt of my bathrobe so that it falls open and my entire almost naked body is visible, making sure my panties fit nice and seductive, grab my phone and while I make sure that I do not disconnect, I open the door of the room and walk back into the kitchen. The second the delivery man sees me coming in like this, he is petrified. His eyes widen and he almost lets the glass fall from his hands. I take advantage of his moment of confusion and place my mobile on the counter so that he has a good view of everything that is going to take place in the kitchen.
I look at the delivery man, grab the glass that’s still in his hands, making sure to grab his hand on purpose. With one hand I place the glass on the counter while the other hand slides down his arm, past his hip, and there grabs his belt. I pull him towards me by that belt and softly I say, “And something like this, Mr delivery man, have you ever experienced anything like this?”With both my hands I begin to tear the belt loose. Once open, I pull it out of all the loops of his pants in one go and let the belt fall to the floor. My hands grab his collar and in a few super quick movements pull all the buttons of his shirt immediately followed up by the buttons of his pants and fly. I scratch a row of red stripes across his body with the fingers of one hand from the top of his chest down to his stomach while I rub his balls over his boxer with the other hand. I get his cock rock hard in a few seconds, I can feel him swell from under my wrist. With both hands I grab the waistband of his pants at the sides and in one movement pull them down. At the same time I lower myself to my knees so that my face is level with his hard cock that is still trapped in a boxer that is way too tight now. I bring my face to the boxers and run my tongue over the clearly visible swelling from bottom to top. My hands are now searching the edge of his boxer shorts and slowly, while at the same time massaging every inch of his increasingly revealed cock with my tongue, I pull it down as well. Once fully visible in all its glory, I take a step back to take a good look at my newly released toy.
It is quite a nice one. Thick in circumference and actually quite large. Not too big, but certainly there! If I were to fold both my hands around it, then there would just be a tip of the glans sticking out, and in terms of thickness: let’s say I would have my hands full.
With one hand I start to massage his balls again while I jerk him off with the other. I look up, the delivery man in the eye and I see a fire in his eyes that urges me to show him what a dirty slut I am. Crazy about sucking cock and crazy about cum. I grab his cock tight and put it in my mouth. On and on, I slowly let it slide into my mouth while I make subtracting movements with my hand. I can hear his breathing getting heavier and soft moans occasionally escaping from his mouth. Then I let my hand go from his cock and take him firmly in my mouth while sucking it deeper and deeper and sliding it into my throat. Deeper still, until I feel his balls against my chin. Omg, how big he is! I can only just suppress the urge to gag and enjoy the feeling of this big fat hard cock deep in my throat. I grab his bottom and push him against me until I can’t hold it anymore and then pull my head back and let his cock slide out of my mouth. His pre-cum mixed with my saliva drips from my chin, onto my breasts, over my stomach, and onto the kitchen floor. Again, as far as possible, even deeper. And again! In between I pull his hard hard with both hands. Gradually everything starts to get nice and wet. My face, his balls and his cock, my hands, everything is dripping with horny. I now just take his head in my mouth and suck on it, let my tongue play with it. Run my tongue down his shaft and lick his balls as I massage his rod with my hand. I love it, driving that strange beautiful man completely crazy in my kitchen while I know that he is watching and is probably jerking off to it, watching his little slut, his sperm addicted little one.
I feel and hear how the delivery person is getting ready to cum under my treatment and I long for his seed over my face and down my throat. I take a break for a few seconds, look up and ask him «do you want to cum? Want to spray on my face? » “Yes” he gasps.
“Come on, sweetie,” I say, sticking out my tongue and raising my face to him. He now grabs his hard cock himself and starts jerking off firmly right in front of my eyes. So strong that every now and then I feel a drop of horny splash on my face. I stick my tongue out even further. Now and then just touch the tip of his glans with it. He starts to moan, louder and louder. I see his cock swell and then, here it comes! My reward. That which I longed for early this morning when I was enjoying the sun. His cum sprays from his nice cock all over me while he moans very loud with a kind of primal sound. Over my tongue, my lips, down my throat, over my chin and cheeks, on my breasts. Drops even get into my hair. It’s so much. Horny, sticky, wet, hot cum.
I run my hand through the cum on my face and lick my fingers. I collect as much as possible of all the cum that is everywhere and lick all my fingers one by one while the delivery person looks on with a satisfied and smiling face. He takes a towel and wipes himself as best as possible while I swallow all the cum in my mouth in one go and then open my mouth to show that everything is gone.
“Well done,” he grumbles. “Well done girl.”
Without saying much else, he gets dressed and leaves. I turn to my phone, pick it up, and without saying anything show my face with all the seed remains on it to him and say afterwards: «see you tonight dear!» and then I hang up.