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The Delivery
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The Delivery
Part I
In all my years as a Champagne delivery person it I guess I was for one
delivery stands out, let me relate the story.
It was around 7pm on a Saturday evening, and I have a delivery for 777
Alexander Ave. A tall sexy women answers the door with a telephone receiver
held to her ear. My eyes naturally follow from her eyes downward. She is
wearing a white blouse unbuttoned, beyond what would be considered tasteful. A
short blue skirt and off black hose covered her legs. She is obviously heading
out for the evening. She covers the receiver with one hand and asks me to wait
on the doorstep for just a moment. The door is left slightly open and a heated
discussion is taking place on the phone. "Let me get this straight", I hear her
stammer on the phone. "You forgot about our date, and you are drinking beer
with the boys?", she asks incredulously. There is a long period of silence,
"Well I guess I'll just have to find my own fun for the evening", she states
matter-of-factly.
I really didn't intend on listening to the exchange but after the initial
glimpse of this women, I couldn't understand how any man could stand her up. I
was naturally looking forward to seeing her again, if only to get a check for
the bottle of Chandon I had in my hand.
There was a long moment between her ending the telephone exchange and her
acknowledging me on the doorstep. For a while I though maybe I should just
leave and come back latter after another delivery I had in the neighborhood.
When She comes back to the door and seems to be a little startled by my
presence. She smiles, "Oh yes..the delivery boy with my Champagne " ." Little
good it will do", she mutters. She pauses for a moment then motions for me to
come inside.
I pull the Chandon from the bag. She nodes in approval and tells me to put it
down on the kitchen table. She plops down on the living room sofa and writes a
check. I try not to stare as her skirt inches higher as she settles in. I busy
myself looking at the evenings delivery schedule. "Hear is the check," she
says, She holds it in outstretched hand still seated on the sofa. I walk
towards her fighting the urge to stop and just stare at her sexy legs. Her
skirt was quite high now and could see the inside of her thighs as I
approached. At first I thought she was wearing stockings but I can see now she
is wearing sheer pantyhose. I almost stumble and fall into her lap when I reach
for the check.
I turn and walk towards the door. I read the check and I stop as I notice the
amount is incorrect. "There is something extra for you because I would like you
to open the bottle for me", she says in a calm voice.
I feel a tremble of excitement run through my body as I run her words through
my head again. I turn to see her smile. That kind of smile is unmistakable but
I fight hard not to jump to conclusions. "Oh, ah, sure." I sputter. My mouth
isn't in sync with my thoughts. I grasp the bottle and start to peel off the
foil label. I cast another glance toward the living room. He skirt seems hiked
even higher than I remember. I feel transfixed. She smiles and tugs at her
skirt pulling it into place. It has the effect of breaking the spell cast over
me.
I pop the cork from the bottle and it starts to overflow. "There are two
glasses on the table, go ahead and fill them" she states. I follow her command
and have both glasses filled, it then dawns on me, does she have a guest here?
Who is the second glass for? I hear from the living room "Please bring me a
glass, the other one is for yourself."
Wow I think, is this real?
II.
I inadvertently filled the glasses to the brim, so I had to walk slowly to the
living room. I dared not look up or I would spill the contents of the glasses.
"set them on the table here", she said motioning to a spot on the coffee table.
"Why don't you have a seat here", she gestured to a spot on the sofa beside
her. "Mam, I have other delivery's tonight" I stammered. "I could get in
trouble for this." My words seemed inconsequential to her. She chuckled and
smiled. "OK, you can go if you want", she said in a low voice. with those words
she kicked off a shoe and tucked her leg up under her. The effect was to reveal
an even greater expanse of nylon covered thigh.
I got up and walked to the door. I cast a last look back at her. She was
looking out the window. A darkness was settling over the neighborhood. I
continued to gaze at her. I thought of her sitting alone with a bottle of
champagne, I couldn't do it. "Well maybe I'll just have one glass with you".
Her eyes brightened with my words. I settled on the couch next to her and she
handed me a glass. I took a sip and it was wonderful. My throat was dry, I an
the fluid immediately soothed it. I looked more closely at her. She had
shoulder length brown hair that contrasted nicely her fair milky complexion.
"What is your name?"."Steve ", I say. She laughs. "What is so funny about
that?", I say defensively. "My boyfriend is named Steve as well". "Oh, the one
out with the boys tonight?". "Yea that's the one". She takes a long sip of
champagne. "Would you do me a small favor?". "Sure", I reply. "Could you give
me a foot massage?". My throat tightens up, but before I have a chance to reply
she has her foot swung into position in my lap. I stared at it as if it was
some strange sacrificial offering. Each toe was polished in a soft red toenail
polish. Through the off-black nylon, they seemed mysterious and inviting.
I traced the curve of her foot, not knowing exactly how to proceed. She was
reclining back in the sofa, her other foot still in her black pump on the
floor. This position exposed most of her upper thighs. I forced to focus my
attention on her foot that sat in my lap.
I slowly kneaded her arch, smoothing the her tense muscles. "Oh, that is nice",
she purred. I increased the pressure bending and stretching her toes. Through
the nylon it felt slippery and smooth. She arched her back slightly, eyes
closed. My own eyes inched there way up her legs, examining the details
carefully. Her skirt was now bunched high up on her thighs. My eyes traveled
higher. To my delight her pantyhose were sheer-to-the-waist so I could easily
see the details of her thighs and hips. My eyes traveled further, another
surprise, she wasn't wearing panties!
She opened her eyes and I could see her gazing at my crotch. I hadn't noticed
but a bulge appeared. My face felt flush as I was painfully aware of the
mounting pressure inside my jeans. Of all days why did I wear this pair of
Levi's? They were a size to small, I had meant to toss them out weeks ago. To
further complicate matters I wore a pair of silk boxers, they provided no
support whatsoever. "So what's the problem done here", she said as her foot
traced the bulge in my pants", "You know I really am supposed to be making some
other deliveries" I stammer. "Well, as I understand it your customers deserve
personal attention, and I do need some personal attention", her voice trailed
off as her foot continued to probe at my pants.
The pressure in my pants was becoming unbearable and her foot teasing was
driving me wild. To regains some composure I took control of her foot and moved
it off to the side of my leg. I then began to slowly message her calf. "Yes,
that's it.". she said. she moaned softly, "personal attention." I smoothed the
muscles in her calf, my fingers exploring the flesh separated only by the
sheer nylons. "Your legs feel incredible through these", I tell her. "Yes, I
wear them only for very special occasions". Indeed I had never felt any so
smooth before, they seemed almost like part of her skin.
She kicked off her other shoe and planted her other foot in my lap. "This one
needs it to", she said. I slowly kneaded and stretched the muscles under the
arch in her foot, I could tell she enjoyed this immensely. "Let me work more on
your legs" I said As I pulled them closer to me. She laid back further and
placed them on my lap for complete access. Both of my hands could now explore
their entire length. I massaged her lower thighs, smoothing them and paying
special attention to her inner thighs. They seemed most sensitive, whenever my
hand traveled higher she would let a little moan escape from her lips. Finally
my hands reached the most upper region of her thighs, she was biting her lip
and arching her back. I paused to savor the feeling of her legs.
"I now think I have to reciprocate", she said. "Please stand over here". She
lifted her legs and allowed me to stand in front of her. Her face was inches
from the bulge in my pants. "Let me relieve the pressure here", she said as she
stroked the bulge in my pants. She proceeded to unbuttoned them, pulling down
firmly. "Oh god it feels good to be out of those", I tell her. "I can see, this
just shouldn't be restrained" she said, her fingers tracing the outline in my
boxers.
End of part II
III
I struggled much to her amusement to kick my jeans off. I finally succeeded and
sat down next to her. She began to unbutton my shirt. She took her time with
each button obviously enjoying the task. I pulled my shirt off when she was
done. All I had on were the silk boxers. I reached over to her and stroked her
hair. I began to unbutton her blouse. As I suspected she had no bra on
underneath. With her blouse open I ran a finger down her chest just grazing
each breast. They were ample and inviting. I pulled her blouse aside to fully
reveal them. She was laying back, eyes closed, obviously enjoying being
touched. I reached over to her glass of champagne and dipped a finger into.
With the wet finger I touched her left nipple. Her nipple, already erect,
stiffened even more. She let out a gasp with my contact. "Oh...I wasn't ready
for that, I like it!". I gave her other nipple the same treatment, then I
lightly licked them savoring the taste.
"Please help me with this", she said as she tugged at her skirt. My hands
searched for the clasp and with a little effort I slid it off her hips. She was
wearing only the sheer pantyhose and the blouse. The blouse was falling off one
shoulder, fully open. She stretched out on the sofa and reached out with her
arms. I lowered myself onto her, my mouth finding hers.
As we kissed my body seemed to melt into hers. Our tongues fully explored each
others mouth. My hands explored her thighs the nylon felt incredible against my
legs. Our legs intertwined and scissored around each other, as if we were
performing an ancient dance.
She grasped my head in her legs and squeezed, "Could you finish massaging
these, They need the attention." I sat up and again started working her feet. I
tugged and pulled at each toe and kneaded the muscles in her calves again. I
then began kissing and licking her nylon covered legs. I worked my way up to
her inner thighs and traced the lips of her vulva. The pantyhose had a cotton
panel that hid most of what I sought. I pulled and tore at the cotton with a
surge of energy that surprised both of us. Ripping the nylon away she was fully
exposed. I spread her legs apart and was eager to enter. I pulled myself
upright and her hands caressed my cock through the silk boxers. I closed my
eyes and moaned in shear pleasure. She guided it through the fly and towards
the target.
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