June Delivers

[JuneWrites]

Hi Friends!
This will be my first posting / storyline........if I commit any breaches of etiquitte or form, please pm me and let me know.
I have always fantasized about being a UPS-type delivery driver, who encounters some very, very erotic and unusual circumstances after knocking on those home and office doors. I would like to play June as myself here, but I certainly need lots of "overly-stimulated" customers to call on, lol. You are invited to be a customer, and start the general direction of the adventure. If you feel you are truly in sync with June's character, please go ahead and write that particular "delivery."
June is an attractive, fit, petite 30ish delivery driver, working a rural midwestern route centered about her small hometown. Divorced, she has recently granted herself permission to discover her apparently unlimited true sexual nature. Please feel free to set-up scenes of submission -- and -- I do love the ladies!
I feel somewhat of a guest here still, so it seems appropriate to just "get June in her truck and on down the road," and let one of you nice folks give a brief clue as to her first adventure. I should generally be able to reply/play/post within 24 hours. Thanks again for the opportunity to share my inner-self with you here, via storytelling, it is truly appreciated.
Let the adventures begin --
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June was glad to finally be moving this morning. Even this early in the morning, the summer air flowing through the open doors of her truck had a hot, sticky edge to it. She new that in an hour or two, her blonde ponytail would be irritating the back of her neck, and her brown shirt and shorts would be sticking to the vinyl of her seat. She looked at her computer screen, and saw that her first stop was listed as simply "Wilson, 412 Maple."
Good........she thought to herself. These quick, one after another deliveries in town gave her less time to daydream than her lengthier rural ones. June was more than a little concerned that her daydreaming on the road lately had been so often of a "dirty" nature, and she was uncomfortable with what she felt was a lack of self control over her own mind. June was nothing if not disciplined.
Secretly, she was very proud of the disciplined hard work in the gym that had sculpted and maintained her lean body. Light gray eyes, straight white teeth, (real!!) blonde hair.......she was that uncommon woman who liked her own appearance, and was not about to let herself go, as so many of her girlfriends had. June had been that rare, but classically American combination of cheerleader and tomboy, and she was determined to stay that way.
She cranked the wheel over hard at Fourth Street and Maple. She gave a quick glance to the small, neat, white frame house at 412 as she began to grab the small package from the back of the truck. She made a graceful, athletic little hop to the ground, and taking her first step toward the porch, she stopped and whispered unconsciously to herself.

"Oh. I remember this place now."

 

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Bruce Houston

Bruce heard the doorbell from his backyard and climbed out of the pool. He wrapped a towel around his nude body and told his wifethat he would be right back. The sun felt good on his muscular, chocolate-toned body after he had been in the pool. He was not expecting any company, so he was wondering who could be at the door.

Bruce walked to the front door ad opened it, shocked to see a woman with an amazing body standing there holding a package. He took a moment to look her up and down before he said, "So you must be the new delivery person that replaced John. Hi, I'm Bruce," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake while using the other one to keep the towel from falling down. She introduced herself as June while shaking his hand in return. "Well, June, it is really hot out, and if it's not too much trouble, maybe you could come in for a quick drink?" Bruce was remembering about the times he and his wife, Tina, had played with the old delivery person, and was wondering if June wouldn't mind having fun with him and Tina.

 

[JuneWrites]

June was feeling and thinking so many things all at once that she sensed the sickly frozen smile she must have on her face. It was all she could do not to put her ponytail in her mouth and stare down at the floor like a nine year-old girl. Her mind raced to process so much information all at once:
"Wilson. Ok, that was it, this is Tina Wilson's old house. Damn, I am standing next to this nearly naked man. Tall. Strong. Smells like chlorine and summertime. It's cold in here, must be, I can feel my nipples pushing so hard against my sportsbra. But Tina moved away when we were fourteen. Package says Wilson. God, is that his package in that towel? This gorgeous black man is looming over me. Say something, June! Tina was my first real love. Where did that thought bubble up from? This Bruce must be the man the secretaries at the high school were gossiping about. I had my first ever orgasm over on that sofa. What. June, get a grip. What, is he saying.............."
"I said, are you okay?" Bruce said it with a mixture of true concern and a sense of superiority, clearly thinking that his good looks alone were causing June to nearly lose it. Having to respond helped June to snap back to the moment.
"Thanks. Sun must've gotten to me," she lied.
"Maybe I should get my wife..........oh, here she is!"
They both had just turned their heads toward the pitter-pattering and sloshing sounds of someone coming in from the little redwood deck at the patio door, and June had just started to voice a standard, polite "hello" when she was stunned for the second time in as many minutes.
It was her. It was Tina.
Some sixteen or so years had gone by, but Tina's gawky, coltish teenage cuteness had become a woman's radiant beauty. In the tiniest fraction of a second, June's mind registered Tina's electric blue eyes, long straight raven-black hair, long legs, flawless white skin, full heavy breasts, and lovely smile, all wrapped up in nothing but a coca-cola beach towel that matched Bruce's. Just as instantly, she saw Tina's eyes and mouth widen in recognition.
"Junie!!!" "Tina!!!"
They stepped together and hugged tightly, laughing like the teens they once were. Bruce leaned back against the kitchen counter and took it all in with a warm smile. They rocked back and forth gently as they hugged, laughing. Tina was trying to hug the much shorter June with one hand, and trying not to let the towel slip all the way off with the other. June, eyes tightly shut with emotion, was aware that her suntanned arms were around Tina's wet, naked back and that her cheek was resting against Tina's shoulder. She was suddenly aware of how many months it had been since she had been held by someone who cared about her, and how much she had missed it.
She and Tina parted, giggling, as the two of them tried to grab the towel and wrap it around Tina, who was starting to shiver. The front of June's brown workshirt and shorts was sopping wet, and as she tugged at her clothes to re-arrange them, she was suddenly aware that her nipples were fully erect and quite prominent. She looked at (Tina's husband? Wow!) Bruce, and started to speak, and she noticed that his friendly smile seemed a bit frozen. Out of his chiseled brown face, his eyes were staring at the two women like laser beams...................

 

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Bruce wasquite shocked whn he found out that his wife and this beautiful woman were old friends. He stood there, a smile on his face and naughty thoughts running through his mind. He watched as June and Tine hugged each other and giggled. As they pulled away, he saw June's nipples poking through her wet shirt. He hopedthat she wouldn't notice the bulge forming underneath his towel. Then again, maybe she should.

Bruce broke his stare and snapped back to reality. "Let me get you something to drink," he said. He turned around and walked to the refrigerator and heard his wife asking June a bunch of questions. He poured them all some iced tea and handed them the glasses. The women continued talking as they walked over to the couch. Bruce had Tina sit on his lap and he rubbed her thighs as they talked. Tina was facing June, and Bruce spread her legs a little, letting June get little glimpses as his hand started moving up higher and higher.

After a few minutes, Bruce said to June, "I'm sure it wouldn't be good for you to go out with your hirt all wet like that. Would you like for me to throw that in the dryer for you?"

 

[JuneWrites]

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To my new friends: I am sorry, I have an out-of-town emergency, and will be away for a week or more. Please keep the story alive if you are enjoying. Hope to return asap. Love, June.
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"Thanks...........Bruce," June said, "My uniform will dry pretty quick in this heat. I really have to keep on schedule. But could I use your bathroom a second?" What she mostly wanted was a moment alone to finish regaining some sense of composure. Setting down her iced tea, she went down the hallway to the bathroom, thinking of how long it had been since she had been in this house. She shut the door and undid her belt, unzipped, slid her shorts and panties down to her work-booted ankles, and sat down. She let go a powerful stream of pee (a sensation she had always enjoyed, but would never admit to herself consciously), closed her eyes, and quickly put all the pieces of this puzzle together in her mind.

So. Tina Wilson had been quite a topic of gossip several years before when folks in this town, that she had left so long ago, found out she had married a black man. June had thought it was kind of daring and cool (and typically Tina) but hadn't said so out loud. But, wow, Bruce Houston, former Kansas City Chiefs player and sometime actor! Over the iced tea, Tina had explained that they were only here for a short while, to close up and sell her parent's old house, and to show Bruce where Tina had grown up.
Bruce had gone a few times to the high school's first week or so of football practice, giving some small-town boys a thrill, that was for sure. That was when June overheard the two secretaries in the office theorizing on the size of his "big black dick" and whether or not it would fit in their mouths, and giggling like teenagers about it. They both had turned beet red when they saw that June was standing there, although pretending not to have heard. That had given June one of "her daydreams" the rest of that day, and as she had driven her route, her hand had returned time and again to rub mindlessly in her lap. All the while her imagination kept returning to the image of these two old biddies sharing some anonymous, monstrous black cock until it spurted in both their mouths........................June looked down and realized that not only was she done peeing, but that she was rubbing slowly up and down her little slit.

She closed her eyes, and thought of the glimpses she had gotten of the edge of Tina's black thatch (she rubbed faster and began to pant slightly) as she sat on Bruce's powerful thigh. She was sure that Bruce had shifted both Tina and himself a few times to let her see, too. She had darted as many quick glances as she had dared at his mammoth package through his towel. The mental image of his cock, enraged and engorged, plunging in and out of Tina's pussy (her middle finger slid easily into her wet, tight pussy, and as she pumped it in and out, her wristwatch made little dinging noises against the lip of the toilet seat) had her nearly out of control, her eyes opening to little dazed slits as she fingered herself furiously now, her head rolling slowly from side to side.

That's when June saw something that not only pushed her over the edge, to a mind-shattering orgasm.........but made up her mind as to what she was going to do. There on the clothes hamper in the little bathroom were the clothes Tina must have changed out of to go swimming. On top of the pile, June's eyes were focused on a matching pale-yellow bra and panty set. So feminine, so delicate, and there just for the touching, like Tina herself was, June thought. The panties were inside out, and when June saw several of Tina's long, curly black hairs stuck to the cotton panel, it pushed her over the edge to a noisy, groaning I-don't-give-a-fuck climax.
Catching her breath, June licked her fingers (another lifelong secret habit) and quickly stood, pulled up her clothes, washed her hands and glanced at her flushed face in the mirror. As she opened the bathroom door with one hand, she deftly grabbed the yellow panties with the other and shoved them deep in the pocket of her shorts. Clearly, as both Bruce and Tina rose from the sofa, still dressed only in their towels, the fact that Tina had a ruddy glow on her upper chest and face, along with Bruce's eyes being as big as saucers..........told June that they had surely heard her masturbating just now.

June did not give a damn. That was because something had changed, something was going to happen, something strange and wonderful and unstoppable...........and they all three just seemed to sense it and to know it. June walked up to within less than a foot of the couple, and when Bruce started to speak, June reached way up and put her index finger gently against his lips, and spoke in an authoritative way such as she never had in her thirty years.
"I have to go now, and finish my route. Nothing in this town pays what this does, and I like my job. Can't help that. But today is Wednesday, and when i get off Friday evening, I will be free all the way til Monday morning." She looked from Bruce to Tina, and was pleased to see that she had their rapt attention. They were looking at her as though she were going to suddenly fly, or burst into flames. June continued in her small, but now determined voice, "This is real simple, but I mean every last word of it. I will be back here at eight o'clock Friday evening. At that time, I am going to completely surrender myself to you both." Bruce and Tina were both eager to speak, but did not want to break the spell that this petite blonde sorceress was weaving aroung them all.

"I will be putting myself totally under your command. I want you to teach me, to train me, to use me, and most of all to love me." She got up on tiptoes, and kissed them each, once, on the cheek. June turned and headed out the door. As she passed through it, she thought to herself that she had come in as one person, and was leaving as a different one. One who had been trying to break free for a very long time. As she jumped up into her truck, she felt like she had just been born. She laughed to think that there must be a helluva lot of talking going on in that house now, after her amazing exit! As she pulled away from the curb, she took Tina's panties from her pocket. June held them to her nose the way a man in an old movie would sniff a carnation in his lapel, and humming to herself, drove on down the road.

 

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Friday

It was finally Friday night. For the past two days, all Bruce and Tina could talk about was their plans for June and what they would do. They turned all the lights down low and had a lot of candles lit and set up all around the house. They had champagne chilling in a bucket and a bunch of different things to use.

They both had on bathrobes, but they would surprise June with what they had on underneath. Bruce and Tina were so anxious to get started, they were finding it hard to keep their hands off each other. They were sitting on the couch, Bruce rubbing his wife's thighs, when the doorbell rang. Bruce practically jumped off the couch and had to compose himself enough to walk to the door. He opened it and smiled when he saw June standing there, looking very sexxy.

 

[JuneWrites]

June stood on Bruce and Tina's porch, and as she reached to push the doorbell, she was flooded with thoughts of her preparations for this weekend. She had gone through the rest of her workday on Wednesday in a kind of erotic daze. Slipping into the restroom of the Burger King out on the highway after lunch, she had folded up Tina's panties and placed them way down inside her own, against her lips. They were not comfortable, but the rubbing-reminder during the day, and the constant image of Tina's juices merging with her own, had kept her at a fever pitch. June denied herself both her usual after-work, and before-bed fingering sessions. She found an outlet for her energy in extra long workouts at the gym (the only one in the little town) both Wednesday and Thursday after work.

Thursday evening she had stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, still rosy and damp from her shower, and ran a critical eye over her nude body. Her head stayed straight , as she slowly turned and posed, surveying herself. Sometime in the last few years, she had finally accepted her height. She rounded up to five feet when asked, though she knew the truth was really four feet eleven.........oh well. June was proud of still weighing just barely over 100 pounds, especially at thirty. She had a muscular, yet feminine physique -- the result of lucky genetics plus ten hours a week in the gym. All in all, she knew she looked somewhat like a gymnast, with a bit of hip and bust thrown in. June had wondered, since she had been old enough to know a little bit about men's minds, just how many men she passed, rather than undressing her with their eyes...........were mentally throwing a schoolgirl's outfit on her. Oh well, she thought again.

As she finished looking at herself in the mirror, she decided to shave her legs and under her arms, as smoothly as possible. She had been idly toying with her dark blonde pubic hair during this appraisal, and the tingly thought came to her to shave completely. Everything. This was something she hadn't done before, partly because her old goody-goody self had thought it was too slutty a thing to do.......thinking about one's appearance down there..........and mostly because her girlfriends who had tried it all said that the itching when it grew back was horrible! June grabbed a peach wine cooler from the fridge, and still naked, walked back into the still steamy bathroom. June had to shave, trim, and pluck less than any woman she knew. (Thanks to that good 'ol Swedish heritage, she had laughed more than once!) In fact, in the winter she often would go more a month or two without shaving her underarms , and even then only fine, wispy blonde nests would appear there. It was yet another of her little secrets that she actually liked the way it looked, when she would put her flexing arms behind her head and pose for herself.

Eventually, after some hesitations, false starts, and close calls........June and her hand-mirror, scissors, bic shaver and two more wine coolers, got the job safely done. From the very first glance at her "new" pubes in the mirror, she was glad she had shaved. She looked so different and exotic to herself, so very sexual. June was surprised to see how visible her pink inner lips were, without their normal covering of hair, and that they protruded outward and downward more than she would have guessed. Of course, she reminded herself, being so aroused had something to do with that. She had almost come, just from the new sensations of towelling her new, slick, smooth self down there.

...................And now, here she was on the porch, as eager as she had ever felt in her life. She had chosen to wear no makeup and no scent. After much thought, she had finally just worn her long straight blonde hair in the same ponytail as she did for work, held back with a plain black scrunchie. June had nothing on but a pair of sandals, and a loose but short black silk kimono knotted at her slim waist. Driving over with the top down on her beloved Mustang, she had already felt dangerously naked, and wonderfully free.............June could hear footsteps coming to answer her ring. Bruce opened the door with a handsome smile, and gestured her in with humorous courtly bow. She played back by offering her hand, which Bruce kissed, and then turned over and kissed on her palm, while they continued to maintain their eye contact. June shivered. Turning, she surveyed the room, which was romantically lit only by a large number of candles spread all around. Glowingly beautiful in the low, amber light, was Tina, walking toward them gracefully, carrying three full champagne glasses.