"Do you have a package for me?" (Closed)

"Do you have a package for me?"

(Closed, but you are welcome to read along. Should be hot. )

Alice was riding higher and faster in her lover's lap, rapidly nearing orgasm, when she looked over the already-exploding man's head to find a FedEx courier standing at the now open gate to the backyard. When she'd taped a note to the front door telling the delivery man that she would be out back in the flower garden she hadn't expected Robert to come by, let alone suggest they fuck under the warm, September sun. And yet here they were, the local college's starting wide receiver laid back in a deck chair, exploding in orgasm as his powerful hands grasped Alice's ass and aided her in her to-and-fro movements; and the cheer squad's newest tumbler straddling his groin, clutching the top of the creaking lounge chair and she rocked to and fro, driving him deep and hard into her tight, warm, and wet heaven.

Alice laughed at the courier's shocked expression, a short, sharp chuckle that was overshadowed by the pleasure building inside her. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do in a situation like this: she'd only been caught engaged in sex once before, and that particular event was ended quickly when her father grabbed her then-junior year high school boyfriend by his hair, dragged him to and through the front door, and tossed him still-naked into the front yard for all the neighbors to see.

This time was different, of course, for three reasons: One, it wasn't her father walking through the gate, it was just some stranger; which led to two, she was a grown woman now -- okay, okay, a 19 year old girl still being supported by her parents, but close enough -- which meant that she had no reason to be embarrassed about being caught fucking; and while she knew that societal norms, as well as the desperate need for the package the courier was holding, told her that she should at least stop fucking long enough to get said package, that only led to three, which was that she was so ... fucking ... close ... to ... cumming!!!

And really, three was all that her brain and body cared about right now! So before she even realized what she was doing, she raised a hand in the direction of the courier, extended her index finger, and gave him a 'one moment' gesture. Her hand wavered a bit as she tried to emphasize the urgency for him to be patient ... and then ...

"Oh GOD!!"

She lowered her hand again and -- with both of them clutching Robert's head and driving it into the cleavage of her young, firm breasts -- screamed out as the euphoria rushed through her entire being. She continued the ride upon her lover's shaft for a long moment, then dropped her weight down to take his full length and girth inside her.

She didn't really know how long it was before she was finally able to open her eyes and look for the FedEx guy. And to her relief, she found him still standing right there in the gate, staring at the back of Robert's head and the euphoria-filled face of Alice Green.

She laughed again, this time long and loud, the labored breathing of her waning orgasm evident in the joyous sound. She leaned forward, kissed Robert, and told him, "Don't move. I'm coming back for more."

"I won't," he sighed, relaxing back into the chair.

Alice dismounted the college stud, located her panties -- hanging from a rose bush -- and pulled them up her long, athletic legs. With her bra still in place, Alice donned her shirt and, as she slowly zipped it closed, padded bare footed down the pebble stone path toward the courier. When she arrived, the frilly black lace of her bra was still visible to the new arrival, as was the impressive cleavage held within it.

Alice looked the courier up and down for a moment, noticing the massive bulge at the front of his blue shorts. She smirked at the effect that the scene had had on him, then asked in a sultry tone, "Do you have a package for me?"

George Martin stood at the gate to the back yard, feeling like a ship that had just lost its rudder: he had no idea whatsoever what to do.

In his 36 years of life, ten of those driving delivery, he had never, ever encountered anything like this situation before: a young woman fucking her boyfriend (he assumed it was a boyfriend, but really he couldn't know) cowgirl in the back yard. Right out here in front of God and everybody, including George.

The only thing that came close was when he was being trained as a FedEx driver by an older man; they had been confronted by a hot young housewife who answered the door in a wrap-around negligee left untied and gapping open in front, showing a delicious expanse of naked woman. The man he was working with had simply handed the woman the pen and electronic pad, waited for the signature, and when the door closed had taken the gape-mouthed newbie by the arm and led him back to the truck. "When in doubt, fall back on your professionalism," had been the only comment the older man had made. "Does...does that sort of thing...happen often?" George had managed to stammer. The older man just shook his head. "First time for me, son...first time for me."

George remembered what the man had said, and did just as he had advised: he fell back on his professionalism. He was here to deliver a package, nothing more. He saw nothing, he cared about nothing else but that.

Except that he was lying to himself. He saw, and couldn't unsee--the hot young woman riding, her boobs bouncing, her face screwed up in a rictus of pleasure. And she held up her finger in a wait a minute sign, as if she was just finishing pruning the roses or something mundane like that, not screaming in orgasm and pushing some guy's face into her tits.

They sure didn't make 'em like that when I was in school, he thought as he watched the lithe beauty casually dress, covering from sight what looked like a sweet shaved pussy and a gorgeous set of fun-bags. He was breathing heavily, he knew, but he tried to bring it under control. Professionalism, he kept repeating to himself. You're a professional...

When she came to the gate finally, she looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his straining erection, before asking saucily, "Do you have a package for me?"

Jesus! She was flirting with him, and a naked young man who had just had his dick up her cunny lying in a lawn chair not 20 feet away! "Brazen" was the only word that came to mind, and that didn't begin to cover it...

"Uh, oh...yeah," he managed to get out, looking down from his six feet into her face--except his eyes kept straying to the arresting expanse of cleavage revealed by the half-zipped shirt, despite his best efforts. He fumbled the package to the front from his hip, awkwardly, and held it in one hand. "But it's COD," he added. "I'll need the money before I can give it to you."

BurningMonkey said:

"But it's COD," he added. "I'll need the money before I can give it to you."

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Alice barely heard the man's words. Her attention was on the courier's obvious discomfort with the situation at hand. She had no way of knowing whether this was a common occurrence for men of his profession. Her brother, who had been a limousine driver for over two decades, had never once had sex in the stretch with a client, despite the opposite impression that the R-rated Hollywood movies always tried to portray.

So did delivery drivers, who came to dozens or possibly hundreds of homes every weeks -- some occupied by horny wives or daughters -- get the opportunity to see naked women again and again or, in an extreme like today, catch a glimpse of couples fucking behind big bay windows or out on back decks? By the look in the man's face, Alice guessed Not likely. And that only made her smirk widen a bit, despite her best attempts at keeping it under control.

When the courier's request for payment finally sunk in, Alice gave him an exaggerated, puffed lips frown. She patted her opened hands over her body as if checking her non-existent pockets for a wallet, then said, "Darn ... no money."

Without taking her eyes off the driver's face, she reached to the zipper of her stretchy top and ran it slowly downward until the two sides popped open, fully revealing the lacy black bra and the womanly treasures it barely contained. She gently groped her breasts, adding, "No pockets here either ... shucks."

Her smile broadened widely as she half turned her head and called back to her exhausted lover, "Bobby, you got any money, honey?"

A moment passed as the words fought their way into the nodding-off jock. He called out, "How much...? And what for?"

Alice -- who was still groping her breasts and only now allowed her hands to slip downward from them -- asked the man before her, "How much...?"

She didn't repeat her lover's inquiry of what for, because she knew exactly what was in the box: a new vibrator to replace the one she'd simply used and misused to death. The thought of the driver unknowingly holding in his hands the device that would be causing her to scream in ecstasy later tonight caused her lips to widen in yet another smirk.

George was losing it. She was groping herself right in front of him. She's deliberately teasing you,[/I[ his mind told him. She's a shameless cock-tease slut--don't let her know she's getting to you; don't give her the satisfaction!

But it was stupid advice, and way too late. His cock was putting a tremendous strain on the fabric of his shorts, eager and panting to be freed and get at this hot young piece of pussy. He had no control over himself, except to clamp down savagely on his hormone-washed thoughts. Professionalism, the drumbeat repeated over and over in his mind; you're a professional... Like that did any good...

Her question finally got through his lust-mushed ears and he glanced down at the electronic pad. "Uh, $108.23," he read out. Once his eyes had left those fantastic melons, he was able to think a little straighter. He was on firmer ground, now; this was what he did, day in and day out. Routine helped stabilize his thinking.

BurningMonkey said:

"Uh, $108.23."

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"Wow! That much, huh?" Alice's surprise was totally feigned, of course. She'd spent hours online shopping for the right sex toy, so she knew exactly what the cost was going to be, shipping including, down to the penny. She looked down at her breasts, to the still-absent pockets, then leaned forward a bit and again patted her hands upon her bared, pocket-less thighs, then looked the driver in the eyes and said softly, "Still no money."

"I thought you were comin' back," Robert called from his chair, still unaware that his cheer squad lover was having a conversation with a man who'd watched the pair fucking. He was stroking his lonely cock, adding, "I'm ready again."

Alice watched the courier's face for a reaction to the jock's professing, repeating unnecessarily, "He's ready again. Goody for me, I guess, huh?"

She half turned her head, calling back to Robert, "Be right there, lover..." Then she looked to the tall man before her and -- in a voice intended for Robert -- said loudly, "I'm just trying to figure out how to pay for my new vibrator."

As she watched George's reaction to her claim, Robert -- who was still clueless about not being alone with Alice -- called out, "Woohoo! Battery op', I hope. You could use it out here, yeah!"

"Yes, it is..." Alice said softly, her response intended for the driver, not Robert. She finished with, "...and yes I could."

Her lips spread wide again as she conspicuously looked over the uniformed man. She caught sight of his name tag and asked, "So, George ... I, um ... I won't have the ... what was it, one-oh-eight-twenty-three...? I won't have it until payday ... day after tomorrow, Thursday. So ... I'm wondering ... could you let me have it today ... and on Thursday, you could come back to collect payment--"

Alice's lips spread wider than they had so far as she added, "--and watch me use it?"

Holy Mother of God... George groaned inwardly, listening to that sultry voice and not even pretending anymore not to stare at those enticing tits.

When she told the young stud in the backyard that the package was a vibrator, he wasn't all that surprised; he'd delivered many packages from this company over the years, and had looked them up online out of curiosity. He knew they sold sex toys and lingerie and scented lube and things like that. But when she offered to use it for him to watch,,, that did surprise him and pegged Mr. Stiffy's lust-o-meter at the top of the dial.

But the glance away to look at his electronic clipboard and falling into the routine of his job for that brief moment saved him. He was able to wrestle his libido into some semblance of control, rational thought again taking the forefront.

He didn't believe her, not for an instant. She was a cock-tease. She got off on getting guys hard and leaking pre-cum, but she wouldn't deliver the goods. They never did. He'd had a few experiences over the years with the type, and they just couldn't be trusted.

Besides, this was what he did for a living, and he was used to people giving all sorts of reasons why they could pay later if he just left it now. He'd done that once, early on, and been burned. He'd had to cover an expensive item from his own pocket, and that lesson stayed with him.

"Sorry, miss," he said in a more laconic and businesslike voice than he was feeling. "I can't do that. I have to have the money before I can leave the package. I could lose my job."

BurningMonkey said:

"Sorry, miss ... I can't do that. I have to have the money before I can leave the package. I could lose my job."

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Alice pushed out her lower lip and tilted her head in a pouty expression, but after a long moment she could see that it wasn't working on the guy. Either he didn't trust that when he delivered on Thursday, she wouldn't; or he simply had no way of fudging the books to get this done.

Either way, and despite the erotic air she was creating about them, Alice had feared it to be a long shot. Her pout mutated quickly to a happy-go-lucky smile, and as she shrugged her shoulders she said, "Okay ... George. I understand."

She looked at the box in the man's hands again and remembered how badly she wanted to use its contents tonight. Robert was a great fuck, and he could usually make her cum once, sometimes twice; but what Alice really needed was either a man or a machine who could make her explode repeatedly over the course of an afternoon or evening. And buff, strong jock as he may be, Robert wasn't that man.

Then, as she looked up into George's eyes -- which, unsurprisingly, were again fixed upon her overly exposed breasts -- Alice couldn't help but wonder whether he might be. Might be the one to send her over the top. Although size wasn't everything, Alice had already notice the ample package he was carrying below his belt line. Size never hurt, of course, but did he know how to use it? And if not, did he know how to use that tongue for something other than telling her she was getting her sex toy without paying for it first?

"Thursday," she said, backing away from George with short steps that were causing her hips to sway dramatically. She pointed a long finger down toward the pea gravel path and clarified, "Come back Thursday and I'll have the money."

"Who you talking to?" the oblivious Robert called out. He lifted his head just enough to allow George to see the ear bud wires dangling downward.

"No one," Alice answered.

She turned and skipped the last few steps back to Robert's chair. She stopped at Robert's side and, with her gaze set firmly upon the courier, pulled her panties slowly off her hips, reaffirming George's earlier belief that there'd be no way of knowing whether the carpet matched the drapes ... because there was no carpet to be had. When the panties were past her knees, Alice stood tall again and stepped out of them with one foot. Then with a swift kick of the second foot, she sent them through the air toward George, where they got stuck on the outstretched branch of a hydrangea just a couple of feet before him. She smiled, then laughed, then flung her leg over Robert's mid section to sit in his lap once more.

And although she was manipulating her hips and legs to help her lover maneuver back inside her, her attention was fully on the delivery driver still clutching her vibrator in his arms. She reached to her back and popped loose her bra, giving George a full shot of her young, firm breasts as she began putting energy into her to and fro lunged in Robert's lap.

"Thursday," she repeated, her face already beginning to show the effects of the cock pounding into her and massaging her sensitive clit. "You ... you be here ... Thursday ... and maybe ... I'll still give you ... that show."

And with that, she closed her eyes and put all of her attention back on her desperation to eek one more orgasm out of the wide receiver before he was done for the day.

George was at a loss. He had packages to deliver, and his work here was finished, but somehow he couldn't quite drag himself away from the sight of this gorgeous, sexual, utterly uninhibited young woman bouncing enthusiastically on the end of a guy's dick not twenty feet away. He was mesmerized by the sight of those luscious mounds jiggling as she bobbed, the dark nipples obviously hard even from where he was standing.

With a supreme effort of will he tore his gaze away and started back to the truck. He was short of breath, his pulse racing, and his balls were aching. He had to calm down before he finished his rounds, or he was going to cause an accident.

He slid behind the wheel, putting the package on the floor for the moment. With a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly unzipped his pants and released his straining tool, which was hard as a pipe. Closing his eyes, he began stroking swiftly, his hands moving up and down the length of his shaft with practiced motions.

Behind his eyes he still saw her, slowly taking off those abbreviated boy-shorts, sliding them down her thighs, stepping out of them and kicking them in his direction...

It only took a minute or so before he erupted, spurts of thick, white jism shooting from the swollen helmet. He bucked involuntarily in the seat, gasping as his nuts emptied themselves. When he was finished, he reached into his back pocket for his handkerchief, wiped himself clean of man-goo, and stuffed his now softening member back inside his pants.

Ah, that was much better. He'd be able to concentrate on his job for the rest of the afternoon, at least. But immediately the thought of returning Thursday popped into his head. God help me, he thought as he started the van. God help me...

"You're kidding."

"No. I'm not."

"Out there? In the garden?"

"In the garden. With Bobby."

The woman sitting on a stool on the far side of the breakfast bar was wide eyed with amazement. "And he watched you. Watched you fucking Bobby. Out there ... in the garden."

Alice's smile broadened as she sipped at her coffee, then laughed. "Watched me fuck Bobby, out there, in the garden, in that lounger ... all the way to climax. I shit you not, Teri."

"Stood there, and watched."

"As I held my finger up and asked him to be patient!"

Teri's head rolled and she, too, laughed. "My god! So ... what did Bobby have to say about it?"

"Fuck, he never knew the guy was there!"

"What?"

"Ear buds--" Alice lifted her pinched thumb and forefinger to her lips and made an exaggerated inhalation sound. "--and bud. Never knew the guy was there!"

They laughed hysterically together for a long moment, refilled their mugs from the decanter, and laughed some more. After a moment of relative silence, Alice told her friend, "It gets better."

Teri laughed. "How the fuck could it get better...? Did he join you?"

"No, but ... he's coming back again ... today."

Teri's eyes widened again. "Today? When? Why?"

Alice looked to the clock on the wall. "Any minute? And because I couldn't pay the COD."

"Why not?"

"Because I was naked and getting fucked!"

The two friends laughed together for a long moment before a question popped into Teri's mind. "What was he delivering that was COD?"

Alice sipped carefully from her mug, looking at her friend through the steam rising off the liquid. She said softly, "My new vibrator."

More shock, more laughter, and yet more questions: Did he know? How did he react? and such forth.

"It gets better," Alice said.

"Of course it does," Teri bellowed. "How?"

Alice hesitated, actually a bit embarrassed that she was telling her former high school girl friend this. "I told him if he'd let me pay today, I'd, um..."

Teri's eyes widened, as did her mouth. "Oh ... my ... god...! You didn't!"

Alice nodded, then giggled.

"You're going to use it..." Teri said in whisper, as if she was afraid God Almighty would hear her and strike her down. "...and let him watch??

Again Alice nodded, and again she giggled.

Suddenly, the sound of a delivery truck bouncing over the little community's speed bumps caught the pair's attention. They ran to the front windows and looked out.

"Is it him?" Teri asked.

"I can't tell through the glare," Alice said, suddenly turning and rushing away. "I have to get ready."

"Ready...? Whaddaya mean ready?" Teri turned her attention back to the truck, watching the courier stand, open the bulkhead door to the cargo section, disappear for a moment, then emerge with a small box. Teri didn't know whether it was the right driver or not, so all she could do was call toward the back of the house, "He's coming!"

Alice suddenly shot out of the bathroom naked, carrying a huge beach towel in her hands. Teri laughed at the sight, hollering, "Hurry! What ever the hell you're doing ... hurry!"

Teri assumed her friend was putting on something sexy to tease the driver with, but instead the fair skinned red head simply shot out the back door of the house and disappeared into the garden. Teri looked back to the front windows and saw the driver mount the porch, look at the front door, hesitate, then leave. The high school friend had no idea that Alice had replaced the note on the door sending the driver around to the back and began to panic, thinking he was leaving without making the delivery.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar squeak of the side gate. Teri hurried to the back windows and crouched down to watch the action. She had to move about until she found Alice, who was sitting on the beach blanket -- now spread out in a beautiful patch of sunlight sneaking down through the tall maples -- casually and unhurriedly spreading lotion onto her still naked body.

Teri shook her head lightly, asking, "Why can't this shit happen to me?"

George approached the front door with some trepidation, but wasn't nearly as nervous as he thought he would be. He'd somewhat come to grips with the situation during the intervening days.

For two nights running now he'd dreamt of this girl bouncing up and down on his cock, awakening with a raging boner which he quickly assuaged so he could go back to sleep. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but he was as mentally prepared for just about anything as he could be.

The odds were good that she would simply pay for the package and close the door, putting an end to the whole thing. Frankly, that was what he expected; cock-teases rarely if ever followed through on their empty promises. That wasn't the game they liked to play. They wanted to get a man all hot and horny and then walk away, probably meeting up with their friends later and laughing about what a clueless loser the guy was, thinking he might actually have a chance with a hottie like her. Some sort of self-validation of how desirable they were, he supposed...

If that happened, it would actually be a kind of relief; the world would return to its customary orbit, the sun would once again rise in the east, objects when dropped would fall down, and all would return to normal.

If, on the other hand, that didn't happen...well, this was all new and uncharted territory for him. But he'd seen how bold and casual about nudity and sex the young woman was, and so he had mentally steeled himself to sail into the unknown and not look back...

He read the note on the door; same as last time. He took a deep breath, and walked around the house to the gate. Unlike the last time he couldn't see her from here, so he pushed the gate open and, package and clipboard in hand, moved around the corner of the house.

And there she was, gloriously naked and sitting on a beach towel in the sun, applying lotion to that ripe, luscious, succulent body. He watched her hands gliding smoothly over her impressive tits, so perky and firm, and wished they were his hands...

Clearing his throat, he said as steadily as he could, "Package delivery miss. COD."

BurningMonkey said:

"Package delivery miss. COD."

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Alice had, of course, heard the squeaky gate open, but she feigned surprise at the courier's approach anyway. She pulled her knees up tightly to her chest, hiding her now oil-covered round orbs but -- with her ankles parted just a bit -- making the brown and pink labia of her pussy only more obvious in her current position.

"Oh! I ... I forgot I had a delivery today."

She looked him over for a long moment, doing nothing to hide her conspicuously displayed womanhood from the driver. She cocked her head a bit and smiled. "George, wasn't it...?"

He responded, and Alice again took a long moment to simply eye the driver. He was an impressive man, not quite as tall or bulky as her football chasing occasional lover was, but definitely more man than some of the guys with whom she'd spend bed time.

Her lips spread a bit as she realized that she was indeed fantasizing about fucking George. For two days, Alice had -- rightfully -- assumed that George had on occasion put hand to cock with the fantasy of her riding high in his lap. And for two days, Alice had had her own fantasies about George, too.

But deep down, Alice wasn't actually that wild and free sex machine that George had seen two days earlier fucking her boyfriend in the open while a stranger watched. The heat of the moment -- her impending orgasm -- had simply been overwhelming, and ... well, things had simply gotten out of control.

She was, in fact, a bit of a cock tease as George feared. She never paid for drinks at clubs; she'd ridden in dozens of limousines without every having paid a penny toward the cost; and she'd been back stage at almost every rock and roll concert to pass through the college town over the past two years. And never once had she had to put out unless it had been entirely her choice to do it.

But George...

Something was different with him. Something was different about how she felt about that afternoon with him. It hadn't been a wild party or limo ride or concert: George had simply been doing his job as he walked in to see what he probably assumed to be a wild and crazy fucking machine that was gonna give him some ... today ... now.

And Alice had felt bad about that for two days! She'd implied that when he arrived today, he was going to see her use that new toy on herself. It would be horrible of her to back out now ... wouldn't it?

Of course, she'd already made the decision to do something for George this afternoon, otherwise she wouldn't have raced about the house stripping her clothes off and searching for body oil! One half of her brain had been telling her to just be a cock tease, while the other half of her was telling her she wanted to perform for George ... or maybe even with George.

"The money is in the house," she finally said, not really sure of how long she'd been studying George's physique or how long he'd been studying her exposed pussy. She uncrossed her legs and stood, hesitating a moment to take it the full glorious picture that was Alice Green. "Come inside, and I'll get it for you."

She padded past him on the pea gravel, passing close enough for the coconut oil scent to waft up to his nostrils. The deep gravel, and her continuing desire to make George hard, caused her hips -- and ass -- to swing a bit more than normal. She looked back a couple of times to make sure he was following her, then -- at the back door -- turned to face him again, asking, "There's no company rule about you going into a customer's house, is there?"

She didn't wait for an answer -- not that she would have cared -- and instead just headed inside, through the kitchen (where she saw no sign of the now hiding Teri), and to the living room, where she found and began digging through her purse.

George stood, just looking at her. He was at a loss for the moment as to what to do, so he didn’t do anything. His eyes roamed freely over her sweet body, returning again and again to the delicious cleft revealed by her spread feet and ankles as she sat with her knees pulled up to her oiled boobs—which were spilling out on either side, not so much concealed as simply covered, at least the nipples and areoles. That seemed to be what she wanted, given her posture, and he was inclined to acquiesce to her wishes.

God, he thought, she’s so beautiful, and so damned sexy… He was hard, as he knew he inevitably would be. He couldn’t have hidden his erection even had he wanted, and he didn’t want. For some obscure reason he felt he owed her that much, a tribute to a master craftswoman; she had wanted to induce his lust, and she had succeeded effortlessly. Let her bask in the triumph; it was only just and fitting.

She asked confirmation of his name, and he only nodded. Waiting. He would not leave the package without payment; she knew it, and he knew that she knew it, so what would happen next was completely up to her. Whether she would follow through with what she had promised was the only open question. He suspected not, but he’d journeyed this far into the unknown--what was a little farther?

"The money is in the house," she said, and unfolded her wonderful frame--pausing and stretching to allow him to see her in her full glory—and moved towards the house. The liquid roll of her hips and ass pushed his arousal up another notch, which he hadn’t thought possible. He followed without saying a word, his eyes captured by that undulating flesh.

"There's no company rule about you going into a customer's house, is there?" she asked at the back door, but didn't wait for an answer. There was, in fact, no such a rule; even had there been he was perfectly willing to break it under the current circumstances. He followed her through the house to the living room, where she began rummaging through her purse.

Soon he would know one way or the other. The suspense wasn’t exactly killing him, but he was ready for resolution, be it one way or the other.

The money wasn't in Alice's purse. She'd known that coming inside, but she'd gone for the bag anyway. What she was really looking for -- with her eyes, at least, which were now looking about to the various doors off the living room -- was Teri! The whole reason for inviting her friend of so many years over for coffee and cake this particular day was to have a chaperone of sorts, in case things got ... dicey.

She looked to George again, finding his gaze a bit lower on her body than her own eyes, as she would have expected. She glanced to his groin and almost laughed. Outside, with the sun shining down upon her from behind him, she hadn't been able to see the very conspicuous erection that was forcing the crotch of his pants out and up. He looked huge, thought it was hard to actually gauge size with the style of shorts he was wearing.

"I, um..." Alice said, still fishing about. She stood tall, showing George her full front again and causing his eyes to drop to her lowest of womanly features. She wondered if from where he was standing -- about 15 feet distance -- he could tell that the tattoo just left of where her now-absent red muff would have been was two cheer leading rabbit humping, while shaking pompoms and calling out "Rah! Rah!"

It was something she gotten after her high school team won the National finals in 2011. Few people ever saw it, for her bikinis and panties typically covered it up. But Alice was tickled to see that George was enjoying the artistry ... or ... was he looking at it...?

Alice laughed nervously, beginning to panic about where Teri had gotten off to. "I think it's in the bedroom. Gimme a second."

Her pass took Alice right past George again, so close this time that -- half turning -- the flesh of her closest boob actually grazed his uniform shirt. She stopped, reaching out to the dark stain of oil on his light colored shirt. She touched it gently, saying, "Sorry about that."

(OOC: gonna stop there to allow him to react.)

The touch. so gentle, so unlike what he expected from her, took him completely by surprise...as did his reaction to it. Almost of its own volition--he certainly didn't will it!--his hand came up and touched her in return.

He traced her shoulder, and collarbone, and dropped slowly down to graze along the side of the breast that had touched him. It was...reverent, that touch, soft, subdued, as one would touch a masterpiece by Michelangelo. She was flawless in his sight; her skin was warm, smooth and slippery from the oil.

He knew now that she was nervous, maybe as nervous as he was. He no longer saw her as a brazen hardened hussy; she had been transmuted into a young woman, unsure of herself, by that little laugh. It made him want her even more, not just to fuck her senseless, as his body had been screaming for him to do since he opened the garden gate and saw her on the beach towel, but to enfold her, cherish her, assuage her nervousness.

Did he dare?

Alice hadn't really expected George to touch her, particularly like he did. But later, she would ask herself What the hell did you think was going to happen...? ... standing there before him, naked, covered in oil ... touching him?

He was gentle in his touch, more so than any man had been with her in ... well, years, probably. Here recent lovers had all been physical types, mostly from the various University sports teams. Most of them treated their lovers like tackle dummies in bed.

When George's fingers began to trace down the outer curvature of Alice's breast, she drew a deep, excited breath, releasing it with a noticeable huff. She realized that she was trembling, and while it may have been from the change in temperature coming into the air conditioned house from the bright sun outside, at the moment her brain was telling her Oh god ... that feels good ... too good...

Alice hadn't intended on having sex with George today, of course. She still wasn't entirely sure that she was going to perform for him with her new toy. But as his fingers traced the outline of her firm, oiled breast, she realized that a decision had to be made quickly ... or ... that decision might have to be made after something began between them.

Alice despised girls who said No after a sexual encounter had already begun. To use the words that George had been bouncing about in his head for two days, Alice found them to be unapologetic cock teases. Never once after serious petting had begun had Alice ever backed out of a sexual encounter. Well, that wasn't entirely true, for once a man began to get rough with her and she kneed him in the nuts, but that wasn't the same thing.

She backed away from George suddenly, then smiled and gave a nervous chuckle. "I, um ... I should get the money."

She turned away and hurried off into her bedroom, cursing herself as she went. In the bedroom, she found a panicked Teri standing against the wall, waving her closer. She whispered close to Alice's face, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, what are you doing?"

"I don't know!" Alice growled back. "I ... I don't know."

Teri grabbed Alice by the arms and hurried her back to the bathroom for a little more privacy. Unfortunately in their unified state of panic, they forgot that the old home's ventilation system included a duct that connected the bedroom's bathroom to the living room ... where George was standing and could hear every little whisper.

"Are you going to have sex with him?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want to?"

Pause. "I don't know."

"Can I?"

Gentle slap sound. "Be serious!"

"I am. He's a hottie."

"Stop it! Tell me what I'm supposed to do."

"What were you going to do?"

Silence...

"Are you still going to ... you know ... with the--"

"I don't know!"

"Well ... do you want to?"

Another pause. Uncertain and sounding of panic, "I don't know!"

A long pause ensued, while -- unseen by George, of course -- the two friends simply held one another.

"He's going to want to know what's taking so long, Alice."

After a slight shuffling, "Be right out, George. I, um ... I needed to pee."

Another shuffling, followed by giggling. "Pee! That was your solution?"

"I panicked." Pause, then, "I'm going to do it."

"Are you sure...? You don't sound sure."

Pause. "I led him on. I have to. It's not right to back out now."

After another pause and some whispering that was too low to hear, more shuffling about ended with Alice emerging from the bathroom wearing a mid-thigh length bath robe and carrying exactly $108.23. She had a nervous look in her eyes as she walked up to George and offered out the money.

"My package," she said timidly...

George looked at her, standing before him naked, shy as a little girl. What happened to the sexy vamp? Gone. Like mist in the morning, revealing something entirely different. And lovely.

Yes, she was still damned sexy. And yes, he still wanted her, badly. But something within him had changed; the conversation overheard through the vent had changed it. He didn't know who the second girl was--who thinks you're a hottie, and wants to fuck you the voice in his head said, bemusedly--but it was clear to him that Alice was not as she had first appeared to him two days ago.

He gravely accepted the money, and handed over his clipboard. "Sign here, please."

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"Sign here, please."

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Alice could feel her eyes welling with tears as she scribbled across the plastic surface with the stylus. As George turned it back to himself and tapped at the screen, she said, "A Green ... G-r-e-e-n."

As she watched him type her name into the pad, she pulled the night gown tight around her body, providing him with the least erotic view that he'd had of her since they met.

He handed her the package, and Alice knew it was over. He would leave and she would never see him again, and he would forever think she was nothing more than a cock tease, just as he'd contemplated so many times over the past two days.

"George!" Alice said suddenly, fearing that he was about to walk away without any further interaction. She hesitated. She hadn't really had anything in mind to say to him when she spoke his name. She simply didn't want him to walk out of her life yet. She drew a breath, released it, then said, "I didn't mean to tease you. I'm ... I'm not that girl. Really. I just..."

She didn't know what to say to him. Suddenly, she turned and ran back into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

George stood quietly in the living room, the package still in his hand. He had reached a cusp, a decision point, and what he did in the next few seconds would determine many things for the future...

A minute went by, then another...and he made up his mind.

Walking quietly to the bedroom door, he raised his hand and knocked softly. Glancing down to the address on the package, he called softly, "Alice? Open the door, Alice. Please?" And waited.

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"Alice? Open the door, Alice. Please?"

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There was a bit of shuffling beyond the door, then some soft whispers that were to low for George to comprehend. When the door opened, it wasn't Alice standing at it but was Teri instead.

(OOC: Ignore the sexy look in the picture and imagine her in a tight fitting top and jeans.)

She looked George up and down, then smiled appreciatively. "George, this isn't going to happen." She looked at the box in his hands, then reached out and took it. She donned a sly smirk, and as she backed away and closed the door, she added, "Not today anyway."

And again, George was left standing alone in a customer's home...

Teri appearing at the door surprised him. He had known someone else was in the bedroom, but it was something else for that someone else to reveal themselves in this way. It quite literally took him completely aback, so much so that all he could do was stand dumb-struck and watch the young lady before him reach out, take the package, and close the door.

He remained where he was for a moment. This just got weirder and weirder...but he had decided he had something to say, and damn it, he was going to say it.

He knocked again at the door. "Alice?" he called softly. "Alice, I'd like to speak with you for just a moment. If you would. Please."

Teri sat with Alice -- who was now sobbing -- for a bit, listening to George ask for the latter's appearance.

"Are you okay, honey?" Teri asked.

"I feel like shit," Alice said. "I feel like shit!"

Teri took her friend into her arms and held her close. "It'll be okay, honey. We'll fix this. I promise. We'll fix this but good."

George knocked and called for Alice again, leading Teri to say, "I'll talk to him. Why don't you go to the bathroom and--"

"No," Alice said. She pulled from her friend's arms and stood up. "I need to do this."

She moved to the bedroom door, reached for the handle, paused for a long moment, then pulled it open.

(OOC: This takes place before George leaves the house.)

The door finally opened, slowly, and Alice stood there wrapped in the bathrobe, her arms crossed protectively in front of her. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

George cocked his head to the side a little and smiled warmly--a friendly smile, not a leer. "Alice..." he began, then hesitated. "It's all right," he said finally. "It's okay. Really. You're a beautiful young woman, and you have a beautiful body, and I would love to watch you play; I would consider it a great gift.

"But a gift given because you feel obligated to give it isn't really a gift, is it? So I wouldn't enjoy it, not like I would if you gave it because you wanted to, and not because you felt you had to."

He reached out slowly with one hand to cup her cheek, running his thumb softly back and forth under her eye and catching some of the moisture leaking there. "Alice Green," he said solemnly, "thank you for giving me some amazing memories that I'll carry for the rest of my life. You are a marvel." And he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, then turned away to go.

'Oh," he said turning back as if in afterthought, "tell your friend I think she's cute. And, uh..." he glanced down to her nether regions for a second, "...nice tat." He winked.

And then he left the house and got back in his truck, sighing heavily. God help me... A crazy day, that was for sure...

It was a full week later that Teri opened the door to Alice's home to find George on the porch with yet another package. Before he could speak, she reached out and took the tall man's free hand, saying softly, "Don't speak. Just ... follow me."

Teri led the courier across the floor to the open door of the bedroom, turned him, and urged him to sit in a chair set in the middle of the room. It was nearly pitch black, with the lights off and the shades drawn.

"Enjoy," she said. She was about to walk away when she paused and leaned close enough for him to smell her cherry lip gloss. She eyed him for a moment and whispered, "And I think you're cute, too."

She turned to leave, reaching up to click the light switch. Lamps on either side of the bed turned on, revealing a bra and panty clad Alice sitting in the middle of the bed ... staring at George with a seductive smile on her face.

"Are you ready, George?" she asked, reaching into the now-opened box he'd delivered the week before and pulling out a penis shaped battery operated vibrator that was sized in the above-average range. She added with a seductive tone, "I am."

George had been a little apprehensive, and excited, when he saw the address on the package this morning. Excited because he might get to see that gorgeous girl again, and seeing gorgeous women was always a high spot in his otherwise routine day; apprehensive because…well…strange things happened at that address… Well, maybe not strange so much, but definitely out of the ordinary.

As he mounted the steps he wondered if he would once again see the note directing him to the back, but there was none. So he rang the bell and waited.

He was definitely surprised when the blonde girl opened the door—maybe she lived here, too?—but acquiesced as she took his hand and led him through the house. When she settled him in the chair and leaned in to whisper, he thought, Mmmm…I’ll bet this one would be a lot of fun, too…

The lights went on, and there she was—beautiful, glorious, dressed only in a lacy bra and an abbreviated pair of panties. Damn, that’s one fine-looking piece… The Little Head, which had been thinking of waking up, sprang alert in an instant, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his shorts.

”Are you ready, George? I am.” And she took out the vibrator he had delivered last week.

Oh, yes, he was ready; he was more than ready. There was no ambiguity about her, now, no conflicted feelings in evidence. This was a gift freely being given, and he was fully prepared to enjoy the hell out of it.

“Yes...yes, I am,” he breathed, and leaned back in the chair, reaching to his crotch to adjust his already throbbing tool into a more comfortable position. He didn’t bother to try to hide the gesture—she wanted to make him hard, let her see that she was accomplishing her intent.

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“Yes...yes, I am,” he breathed, and leaned back in the chair, reaching to his crotch to adjust his already throbbing tool into a more comfortable position.

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"Take it out," Alice said as she watched the courier conspicuously reposition his erection for comfort. Her smirk widened. "I want to see it. Pants and underwear to your ankles."

She didn't wait to see if he'd follow her instructions, repositioning her own sitting position to allow her to shed her thong. In contrast to the day in the yard when she'd so obviously let him see her folds, this time Alice's move hid her privates from George's view.

Once they were shed, she returned to her knees, her haunches on her ankles, and began fiddling with the vibrator. She turned it so she could see the controls on the blunt end, adjusted the speed indicator, and turned it on. It hummed softly, almost too quietly for even her to hear. She looked up to George with a devilish smirk and said, "Quiet ... nice ... I could probably use this in class and no one would even know."

She laughed...