EROTICA

The Grocery Delivery Guy

Who wouldn’t fantasize about those braless tits and tiny shorts?

“Good morning, where should I place your bags?” I asked as my first delivery for the day opened her door.

It was a frosty morning. Winter wasn’t far off.

“Hi! Can you bring it to the kitchen? It’s freezing out here!” she said, smiling.

My heart skipped a beat. She was still in her pyjamas. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and I noticed slight darkness around her eyes. Probably as a result of not washing all her makeup off the night before. Her top was buttoned up, but she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Let me take this so long,” she offered.

She bent over and grabbed two of the bags from the crate. I kept staring, watching her braless breasts swaying inside her top. The cold had made her nipples harder, making them more pronounced through the white material. Her small pajama shorts couldn’t hide the goosebumps all over her legs.

“Sure, thing,” I said. “I’ll get the rest of the crates so long.”

I carried the crates into the house, two at a time. Each time the welcoming heat warmed my icy face.

“That’s you. No subs today,” I said, handing her the printed slip.

“Do you want some coffee? You look frozen!” she said. “Unless you need to get to your next delivery?”

I glanced at my watch.

“I’m ahead of schedule at the moment,” I said.

“Perfect!” she smiled.

As she turned to the kettle, I moved up behind her, the bulge in my trousers pressing between her ass cheeks.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, startled.

I wrapped my arms around her body and ripped the front of her top open, before grabbing her delicious, fleshy tits. I could feel her nipples hard in my palms as I groped and massaged her warm boobs vigorously.

“What?” she said, taken aback.

I could smell the delicious scent of her hair as I moved my hands to her hips. I grabbed the top of her shorts and pulled it down, revealing her white cotton panties.

My hand darted between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her pussy as I rubbed her lips. She moaned and protested weakly.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

I pulled her panties to the side while unzipping myself. A moment later, I watched my throbbing cock disappear between her cheeks.

“Ah!” she cried out.

I felt her warm, fleshy cunt gripping my cock as I squeezed it into her. She cried out again. I grabbed her hips and rammed myself into her. A moment later, our bodies were in sync as I drilled her hard into the kitchen counter.

She whimpered and moaned, her swollen cunt growing wetter by the second. I watched as her ass bounced against my pelvis with each powerful thrust.

Finally, I exploded with a grunt, sending a gush of semen deep into her womb. She quivered and whimpered at the same time, an intense orgasm gripping her beautiful body. She gasped and moaned loudly as I slammed myself into her another dozen times, my cum overflow running down her legs along with her juices.

“Hello?” she said.

I was suddenly ripped from my fantasy. I tried to keep my throbbing erection down.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, my face turning red.

She handed me the coffee.

“You better wolf that down so you’re not late for your next delivery.”

I’m your living sex doll: