Delivery Man Delivers

Hearing the gate open, I jump up from the sofa and go to open the front door, but not without a quick glance in the mirror on the way. There he is, the delivery guy, looking hot and a little sweaty from carrying heavy boxes. 'Fuck, he's fit' I think, as he smiles and rummages around in his pocket. A huge box of dog food, 'Oh Christ' I sigh inwardly, feeling more the boring, frumpy housewife than ever. He finds the pen and looks up to me to pass it over and gives me a smile, I melt.

His smile lingers, I assume waiting for me to sign and give him back the pen, but even when I hand it over he looks me straight in the eye and says something. I've no idea what, I'm far too busy sliding his shirt off over his shoulders and unbuttoning his jeans. He repeats himself, but I'm still not listening, I can't stop imagining what his hands feel like running over my skin, slipping under the denim of my shorts.

The next thing I know, he's whistling away back to his van and I'm standing there, open mouthed, red cheeked and feeling like an idiot. A dripping wet, fucking horny idiot.

I can't help myself, I close the door and on impulse walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I look at myself in the mirror, taking in my long, bare legs, the short denim cut offs, and the slightly too low-cut vest top. Watching myself, I run my hands across my stomach, and up over the curve of my breasts, until my fingers slip under the material of my top and my lace bra and one finds my already hard nipple. I feel a bolt of electricity as I run my finger over it, squeezing and pinching it. I slide my other hand down between my legs. Even though my shorts, I feel my fingers press on to my clit. It feels good, I move over to my bed, lowering myself onto it, I reach over to my bedside table and reach inside for the only thing that is going to help me get the image of this guy fucking me out of my head.

I unbutton my shorts and slip them down over my hips, and spread my legs, letting my knees drop so my pussy is exposed, I can feel the cool air against my smooth wet skin. One hand continues to tease my nipples, pinching and flicking, while the other hand gently strokes my inner thigh. I close my eyes and picture him. I imagine he's there, watching me. I can practically smell him, I can feel the heat of his rock hard cock as he watches me slide my fingers closer and closer to my pussy, teasing, until I can't bear it any longer and I slip my fingers inside and instantly feel myself start to throb. My pussy feels good, it's hot and very wet, my fingers slip in easily and I can feel how tight I am. I gently play with myself until I can feel my body relax.

Picturing him standing over me, watching me, with his cock in his hand, I push my fingers deeper and deeper into my soaking pussy, while I move my other hand down to my clit and start to slip my fingers over it, I don't care about making this last, I just want to cum hard, with the image of him fresh in my mind. I can see him now, rock hard cock, inches from my mouth, wanting to push it so far down my throat that I choke on it while I cum. Thinking about his thick veiny cock in my face pushes me closer to the edge, and I can tell I'm not going to last much longer, so I grab the thick, silicone dildo next to me on the bed and I push the head of it against my dripping pussy. Its fucking huge, I can feel it pushing against me, and then the moment it starts to slide inside, making me gasp. I feel the length of it as I push it in, leaving it for a second to relish the feeling of it filling me up.

Pushing the dildo deep into my pussy, I start to grind up and down on it, holding it in place and letting my body do all the work. I picture him standing there, still watching me, still holding his cock. He would be smiling, running hands along the length of it, taking in every gasp of mine as I plunge that big, thick toy in to my pussy, feeling myself building up to cumming hard all over it. All I can think about is him watching me, I wish he was there, I'd beg him to run his hands over my body, then slip a tentative finger into the entrance to my asshole, tease it while I cum hard all over my toy. He would watch me cum, watch my sweaty body writhe as I lift my ass into the air and bring it down again. Wishing he was there, watching while I fuck myself, and he plays, gently teasing my ass.

Thinking about him trying so hard not to shoot his hot, sticky, cum all over me pushes me over the edge and the build up finally peaks and I start to cum, hard, all over the thick toy. I keep fucking myself, sliding the toy in and out until the last of the electricity has ebbed, I can feel my juices dripping over my fingers as I gently pull the toy out. My heart is racing, I can feel it beating in my chest and in my clit. I close my eyes again and picture him, this time he's lost a bit of his sparkle, but I know the next time he shows up at my front door I am going to have to do something about it. I need to taste his cock, I want to feel his cum drip down the back of my throat, I want to feel him balls deep inside me, while I ride him and cum all over his cock.

I grab my phone from my shorts pocket and check my emails for the due date of my next delivery, I'm going to get ready this time. I'll be expecting him, and he won't be able to resist.