The Delivery Man’s Package

An excerpt from The Delivery Man's Package

"Well thank you, Carl," Carla said with a smile. "I do appreciate the extra attention we get from you." Her breasts seemed ready to spill out of the top of her dress as she bent to pick up the box.

"I aim to please, Mrs. Vontney," the rugged man said. "Especially for my favorite customer."

Carla smiled up at him broadly. "You know, this is a little heavy," she said. "Do you think you could carry it into my office for me?" He was looking down the front of her dress now, seeing the full curve of her tits, the deep void of her cleavage.

"Sure," he said, and bent to take it in his muscular arms. He followed her sashaying form into her office, staring at her ass thru the tight white dress.

Inside her office, Carla closed the door behind them. "Thank you so much, Carl. You're such a darling."

"I, uh, I do my best." He didn't know what to do with himself. He pulled off his blue cap and twisted it in his hands." Carla approached ver close to him and toyed with the collar of his National Express uniform. "Do you— Would you like me to open your package, Mrs. Vontney?" He asked.

Carla ran her small hand up and down his chest. "I'd really rather see... your package, Carl." She slid her hand down his blue jeans and cupped his buldging groin in her hand.

"Mrs.... Mrs. Vontney—" His protests were muffled by the beautiful woman's soft, sensual lips.

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