The Delivery Man’s Return

An excerpt from The Delivery Man's Return

"You— You're not Carl," Carla said.

"Uh, no, Mrs. Vontney," said the handsome young man. "I'm Jim. I— I've just taken over his route while he's on vacation."

Carla stood up from behind her desk and ran her fingers along her open collar of her white blouse. "Have you taken over all of his duties, Jim?"

"Yes," said the sturdy young man. He was built much like Carl was: tall, muscular. And he wore the same attractive blue National Express uniform. "He— He, uh, told me to take especially good care of you, ma'am. He was very clear. You were his favorite customer."

Carla slipped around behind him and closed the door to her office. "Is that so?" she asked. "That's very flattering."

Jim swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am." He ran a hand thru his hair. "You're a very good customer," he said. "He likes you quite a lot."

She went to him and ran her hands up his chest. "And did Carl tell you how I like my packages delivered, Jim?" she asked. "Did he tell you that I like very personal service?" She put her hand on his crotch and kneaded the bulge she found there.

"Yes, ma'am," Jim said, letting her nuzzle his throat and toy with the buttons on his uniform. "I— I kind of thought he was just pulling my leg."

"Oh no," Carla said. "I like my packages hot and hard. And I take some deliveries in the rear."

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