The Customer Comes First

Another address. Another slice of suburban life beyond the doorbell. Border hedges. F-Type parked in the sweeping driveway to the stone steps on which I’d placed the shopping crate.Shuffling from foot to foot, idly toeing stones from the path back into the gravelled area, I waited for… I checked the hand-held device… Mrs Kendall to answer the door. My last drop of the shift, then home to crack open a well-deserved beer and relax in the garden.Fuck, it was hot. My T-shirt sleeve was damp where I’d swiped it repeatedly across my forehead. The van thermometer stated twenty-seven Celsius, but the lack of recent storms made it feel twice that. And I swear it rose again when she answered.Mrs Kendall bucked every door-opening tradition. Where most would face me, she was looking towards the lounge in the centre of the property as the door swung inward. And the only item on her curvy, lithe physique was a pair of black lace tanga panties.I stared at her naked back below the cascade of chestnut hair. Followed the shape of her hips as they narrowed then flared, the material taut before plunging between her cheeks. A fluffy dressing gown pooled at her feet.She called out over her shoulder. “You’re later than usual.”Dumbfounded, I gawped. “I, uhhh. Sorry.”Snapping her head round, she shrieked, arms flying to hug her breasts as she spun to face me. “You’re not my regular driver.””I’m covering Steve’s shift.”I tried hard not to sweep my gaze down her body from where her tits spilled over her forearms, to the convergence at the crease of her knickers sandwiched between creamy thighs. Tried, but I’m only human.She noticed. Flashed a faint smile. “Guess there’s no way I can say this isn’t what it seems huh?”I shook my head. Addressed the shopping beyond my burgeoning bulge. “Where do you, umm… want this?”When there was no immediate answer I risked raising my gaze to find hers trained on my crotch. “Well isn’t that a leading question.” The darker ring around the aquamarine of her irises caught the midday sunlight a moment before she stepped aside. “You’d better bring it güvenilir bahis through.”Stooping, I took the crate’s weight and lifted, turning to sidestep over the threshold. Faced with brushing my back to her body or keeping the shopping between us, I opted for the latter. It was still a squeeze. Despite the nature of the situation, I had the corporate image to uphold and didn’t want to assume anything.Her cleavage was a work of art, deep and inviting squished in her arms. A fresh spritz of perfume hung in the hallway as I awkwardly sidled past and paced to the kitchen at the end of a short corridor.I hoisted the crate onto the island worktop. Surveyed the expensive appliances, double sink and colourful fruit bowl, then spun when the front door clicked shut.She stood framed in the kitchen doorway, gently raising and lowering on the balls of her dainty feet, dressing gown loosely retied. The garment barely reached her thighs and she said nothing for a long while, the tantalising vee above her belt clamouring for my attention.It was me who broke the silence. “Shall I,” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at the fridge, “unload for you?”Swanning into the room she picked up a few bags of frozen veg, breezed past me, tugged the full height fridge door and bent at the waist to pull open the lowest drawer, dumping the contents. The dressing gown rode high, shapely ass sliding into view, panties stretched. My erection fought my cargo pants.She held her palm up behind her. “Pass me the meat.”Rummaging in the crate, I grabbed the mince and the bacon, passing them to her. Our fingers brushed and I almost dropped the produce as my cock swelled.Mrs Kendall placed them in the freezer. “Don’t forget the sausage.”With her hand outstretched towards me I suppressed a smile at rampant thoughts of stepping in to let her fondle and squeeze my hardness. If she was this forthcoming, no wonder Steve always insisted on taking the route, the horny bastard.I shuffled a few items aside looking for a pack of sausages. She glanced back and I caught her gaze centred once more on güvenilir bahis siteleri my bulge. “It’s a big one,” she offered. Licked her lips. “Cumberland.”I reddened. “Oh, right.”With my man-looking honed, I located the hefty sausage in a blue bag and passed it over, our fingertips skimming once more.She stashed the meat, shut the drawer and stood to face me. The loss at the view of her ass was offset by the fact her gown had gaped significantly further, cleavage sweeping inward, creamy breasts almost fully exposed. I gawped and cleared my throat. “You should… put the milk away too.””Quite right.” She beamed and held out her hand. “You’re very good.”The gown shifted and the edge of a prominent nipple peeked, the freezer’s effect obvious. I fumbled for the milk carton and passed it over to put away.”So, if I may ask. What’s the… arrangement you have with Steve?”Mrs Kendall shut the fridge, holding onto the handle a little longer before returning her attention to me. “It’s complicated.”I nodded. “Isn’t it always?”Fishing the hand-held device from the crate, I tapped to tell it I’d delivered the order. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to pry.” I let the silence hang a moment, our eyes connecting. “Is there anything else you need, Mrs Kendall?”She looked away then back at me. Brought a fingertip to her mouth and hooked it in her lower lip, gaze flitting up and down my body. Dragging her finger south, it caught on the dressing gown belt, separating the crossed ends and swinging open. Her magnificent chest heaved as she took a deep breath, stepping past me and my uncontrollable hard-on.Tracking her movement across the room, I admired her buoyant gait until she reached the foot of the stairs between the kitchen and lounge, shed her dressing gown and ascended.I gulped. A better man would have resisted. Instead, I crossed the room. Stared up after her pillowy buttocks rocking with each stair and followed, plush carpet deforming beneath my trainers.Off the squat landing were a home office and children’s bedrooms. To the left was the master bedroom in which I wasn’t iddaa siteleri prepared for the sight of a wiry, naked man bound to a wooden chair alongside the double bed. We both froze. Rope trailed from his wrists and ankles where he was secured.Mrs Kendall called out from the bedroom. “Don’t be shy. My husband very much likes to watch, don’t you darling?” His eyes bore into mine, intense gaze loaded with something I couldn’t place. Fear? Pity? Need? We just stared at one another until Mrs Kendall prompted: “I said, don’t you darling?”He nodded. “Yes.””And what’s your favourite view?”His lips parted, voice cracking, eyes never leaving mine. “The joy on your face up close when being fucked.””Mmmm, I love it too, darling. And…” she snapped her fingers in my direction.It took me a moment to figure what she wanted, my mind afuzz. I had to glance down at my nametag for a cue. “Ben.””… Ben here is going to help us. Aren’t you?”The situation didn’t seem real. Flashing and flirting over shopping was one thing, but this? I switched my stare from her to him, back and forth, expecting them to crack up laughing and claim I’d been pranked.Nobody spoke; not even when I took a tentative step towards the room. Then another. Only when I was fully inside, just a few paces from Mr Kendall and his bobbing semi, did his wife speak.Or rather, act.She paced to me and the word, “Good,” was lost in her lips on mine. She tasted of danger and saffron, the hay-like note lancing against my tongue as I responded, hands rigid and useless by my sides until she grabbed and directed them to her behind. I found myself gripping, then massaging her doughy yet firm flesh as she moaned against my stubble.Snaking her hands up my back, tugging me into the embrace, she roamed exploratory fingers over my clothed body, mapping muscles honed from carrying crates, all the way to the hem of my polo top. She stepped back and yanked upward, tossing the garment aside and bending to kiss my collarbone then down to suckle and bite a nipple.I’m not sure who gasped loudest, her husband or me. Heat swirled from the contact point down to my groin. As if she had x-ray vision, her hands traced the path of the bolt arcing to my waistband. She tugged, unsnapped, reached in and scooped me free, stroking and massaging my solid prick to full mast.