Special Delivery

Special DeliveryTo my readers, just so you know… this is a fantasy, not my real life. (I should be so lucky) It is a daydream I have sometimes, and there’s a lot of me in it. But the events have not happened to me. Maybe someday. I did wear the things you will read about while I was typing it. You all are embarassing me now, but yes, I had to stop and lay down before I completed it.The landline rang as Lori sat still, very still while her Coral-Blush pedicure and right hand rainbow of trial colors dried. She let it, than reached with her left and tucked the receiver against her neck. She sang into the mouth piece and was rewarded with her boyfriend’s throaty, “Oh you sound good, how do you look?””Well,” she looked down and giggled,” my nails are half done and wet, and my nighty is hanging from my nipples now, thanks to you.””And, thanks to you…” His voice trailed off, but there were other sounds. “Yes?”He mumbled, there were more indistinct sounds, then, “Uhhh, thanks to you, I had to… adjust.””Oh my,” Lori breathed the question into the phone, “Are you? She stopped and listened. “Tell me, please.” She held her breath, she was pretty sure she knew what she was hearing. She imagined him in a chair doing what she had watched him do in his car while she sat squirming next to him, both hands between her legs.He grunted, and muttered, “Yes, stroking it, want you so damn bad.” He was no longer trying to be quiet.”Not fair!” she teased. “I’m wet and can’t move…”Her choice of words did just what she wanted. “Dammit don’t do that or I’ll paint the ceiling! Can I come over at lunch time?”Lori was not expecting hubby home before dark, and truth to herself, she wished her boyfriend was already there.”Not before 11, dear,” and check the front door knob. I’ll hang a pair of underwear there if it’s ok to come in. Now I really do have to finish my mani.”She looked up at the clock, then did her left hand with Black-Cherry. While the polish dried, her right hand wandered, eventually slipping beneath the beige, some say “nude” sheer string bikini underwear that almost covered her lady garden. When her nails were dry she stood in front of her mirror and decided to not kocaeli escort bother to change out of her nightgown, which graced her upper thigh with a tier of lace. The fabric otherwise was sheer, not that her horny boyfriend would stop to notice. She twirled on too much mascara, then put on and blotted lipstick, and dabbed White Diamonds, the real one, behind both ears, behind both knees and around the edges of her bush. A few puffs of hairspray and she was done.It was already past 11 when she unlocked the door, peeled her undies over her hips and hooked them over the doorknob. She adjusted her ankle bracelet so the delicate black heart attached to the chain rested to the front, and facing the door, she lay down on the couch. Within minutes she was drifting lazily, touching, caressing, daydreaming and becoming copiously wet.The panel van coasted to a stop and the driver, new to the area, checked the address twice, then bounded up the sidewalk, package in hand, “Move quickly,” he had been told. “Leave the motor running.”He stopped abruptly, froze, as he realized what was hanging from the door knob. “Panties!” His head spun. “Sexy ones at that.” His groin stirred. He tiptoed to the porch. Everything in his brain yelled at him to go back to the van and call his boss. He reached and lifted the panties, The aroma of perfume, more than one, was distinct.He stepped sideways on the porch until he could see through the side windows to the door. Sheer curtains obscured his view but did not keep him from seeing what looked like a near naked female playing with herself. His male self no longer fit in his boxers. He rubbed his crotch, then shoved the panty in his pocket and undid his belt and snap. The zipper came down halfway before his eager hand turned the knob. He pushed the door open a bit. Her eyes were closed and she was undulating gently on the couch, her hand rubbing in circles. The package was forgotten on the porch. The air was heavy with perfume, hairspray and woman-scent. He tiptoed to the couch and knelt.In a move that would have made a mountain lion proud, he sprung, taking her wrists both prisoner an instant before his open mouth covered escort kocaeli her bush. His tongue was dancing on her pearle before she screamed. Then she gasped and arched her back as not-her boyfriend’s tongue found her. She began to realize through fog of arousal that this man was not who she expected and she struggled but he had her totally helpless. And she thought as twinges went from her garden in every direction, that he was taking her somewhere new. She gave up the struggle as more waves came. Her breath caught and released as she whimpered with each twinge and something was building way deep inside. That dancing tongue seemed to know her better than anyone. And it was relentless. He was giving just what she needed. He tried to ignore his aching stretching manhood. Then she was in freefall, eyes closed and mouth open, the cry stuck in her throat. Her ample hips raised off the couch against his mouth and her thighs crushed against him. Then her cry of surrender escaped as the second wave convulsed her. Neither one heard the car stop behind the van.”Now!” He released her hands, pulled himself up and mounted her. Lori’s arms went around his neck and pulled him to her mouth. His tongue, still coated with her scent, pushed between her lips as he kissed her, deeply, passionately. “You’re beautiful,” he tried to say through the kiss. Her reply was to bend her knees and cross her ankles behind his driving butt. She arched her back and clung to him. She felt it was about to come again.”Damn!” No panties on the door and the delivery man here!” The boyfriend was both horny and put off. “They are always fast, I’ll wait,” he said out loud as he rubbed his crotch. And waited. A couple of minutes was a week. He couldn’t stand it. Just as he reached the half open door he heard Lori gasp. As he looked around the door, he froze, the lump in his throat and the lump in his pants both threatening to explode. He was looking right at Lori’s bare wet ass and the backs of her legs crossed against another bare ass, this one pointed down, thrusting against her glistening lips. The the man pulled nearly out, revealing his full length. He grunted and fell back into Lori kocaeli escort bayan as she raised up and he bellowed his triumph as globs of honey spurted way deep inside her.”Yesssssssssss!” It was more of a sigh than scream as she floated in after coming fog. The boyfriend felt weak and he held to the door for support. And he nearly came in his pants. The delivery man, having finished, was regaining his senses. He kissed Lori hard, for a long moment.”Oh s…! I left my truck running!” With that excuse, he was up and pulled up his pants. The boyfriend, so not to be seen peeking got behind the door. “You’re the best!” the man said as he reached the door. Lori’s eyes, and wet spread legs implored him to stay. By now, in fear of his boss, the driver opened the storm door and bolted for his truck. He was vaguely aware of another another persons presence, but did not look back. And he totally forgot that he had a perfumed panty in his pocket.The boyfriend picked up the box and walked in. “Expecting something?” It took a moment, then Lori understood. The room spun around and she fainted dead away.She began coming around as her boyfriend kissed her and breathed lightly in her ear. His manhood, engorged and throbbing, slid back and forth lubricated by the other man’s cum. He held back until he knew she was fully awake, hen took her hands in his, fingers interlaced, and pulled her hands up above her head. “lori…?””Yes, baby,” she breathed as she gazed into his eyes, “Yes.”He groaned and buried himself. A month of pent up horny frustration squirted into Lori, and a primal groan accompanied every wave. Lori’s legs tightened against his and she shuddered and gasped as more waves ripple through her. He collapsed on her, physically and mentally spent. They lay motionless and quiet, though he had 1000 questions she might not ba able to answer. The phone brought them out of their dream-state.”He’ll be home early.” She sighed, kissed him, and locked the door when he left, and noted that her underwear was missing. As she walked upstairs the man-honey that had possessed her was beginning to seep out. She took off the nightgown, slipped on a loose sundress and went downstairs. She put the package on the couch and went in the kitchen to make tea.Her husband came in through the kitchen door, tossed his jacket on to a chair, gave Lori a quick kiss on the lips and asked, “Did my box come?””Yes, honey, on the couch.”