Delivery Drivers

Illinoisguy1980

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As a driver/delivery guy I was wondering if anyone has a story or thoughts on them. Fun time or pass? Thrill or why bother?
 
I delivered pizzas in college. As a horny undergrad, I sure had a lot of fantasies. Alas, none of them ever came true. But I did once deliver to a house full of nubile teen girls in nightgowns having a slumber party. Boy, did that fuel some fantasies!
 
I delivered Chinese food in university, and one time I knocked on the screen door. I heard commotion, then a well-endowed 40-50 something lady ran naked out of the room. The guy answered the door with a throw around his bottom half, and gave me the money. He was about my age (20ish).

I smiled and gave a nod and a wink towards the direction the lady ran off, and left.
 
Closest I came to that classic porn delivery man scenario is an attractive young woman coming to the door in a very short robe. I couldn't see her behind, but it came close. I'm certain she was giving me a little show. I mean, how long does it take to throw on a t-shirt and pants? Fantasy fuel for sure. Thanks, lady.
 
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I worked a crazy part-time gig for quite a while delivering lost luggage for the airlines. What would happen was that either the passenger or the luggage would miss a connecting flight, and the bags would show up at the destination airport, usually several hours after the traveler arrived. The airlines contract with private delivery services to deliver the late bags to wherever the passenger went, which was home or hotels usually. There were so many bags a driver left the airport every thirty minutes from 6am to 10pm, seven days a week. I worked the 10pm run. By that time most everybody was sound asleep, worn out from a day of travel, so I got a lot of sleepy signatures.

One night around 1am I delivered a bag in a nice, upscale neighborhood. Rang the doorbell and after a long delay an extremely attractive 30-ish babe cracked the door open wearing a bright red silk teddy, which wasn't covering too much. Between signing the receipt, taking her luggage and trying to half-hide behind the door, I got a good look at every curve on her except her nipples and cleft.

Those bag runs would occasionally stretch to six or eight hours, so sometimes my wife went with me and we'd trade driving and running bags to the door. One night, again in the wee hours, a handsome guy in a loose housecoat answered the door. While he was signing the receipt his coat fell open. Guy had a largish thick dick hanging out there in the open on his porch, and was either too sleepy to notice, or didn't care. Wife kinda wished it'd had been her turn to run up to the door.
 
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