An unexpected encounter with the delivery guy...

This wasn’t something I had done intentionally, let me just say that before we get started.

I don’t just go flashing my pussy to anyone and everyone, no matter what my penchant for horny monster novels might lead you to believe. Lol.

What happened was - I’d come home from work, stripped off my skirt and blouse, stockings, bra and thong and hopped in a steaming hot shower to wash away the day and unwind after a busy 8 hours at the office. My muscles were tight and I was exhausted, but the steam and the sweet and fruity scent of my body wash plucked away my aches and pains until I was thoroughly relaxed and squeaky clean.

I got out, dried and dressed in my tank top and the little booty shorts I liked to sleep in, ready for an evening of reading some especially spicy fantasy romance. Fucking perfect.

I swear!! ***just*** as by butt landed on the couch - someone knocked at my door. I mean, it had been at least 20 minutes, but still.

It was just my luck, honestly. I groaned, almost tempted to ignore it and stay put, but that wasn’t my style.

I sighed, slipping the bookmark in to keep my place and marched over to my apartment door with a huff.

Opening it, I was greeted by a guy, maybe 5ft10 ish, late twenties, an electronic device in his hand. He looked up at me and flashed me with a smile.

“I’m here to collect some packages” he said, glancing back down at his device, “Three I think” he finished, looking back up at me with a polite expression on his face.

Crap! I’d completely forgotten about those. I had some stuff to return, being the avid online shopper that I was.

Luckily, past me was seemingly a lot more organized than present me and had piled said packages in the hall just by my front door.

“Yes!” I replied, turning around to pick up the packages.

There were more here than just the three for him, so I bent over at the waist, rummaging through the small pile, gathering the three meant for him before turning back around to hand them to him.

As I faced him once again, I was shocked to see that the cool, calm and smiling delivery guy who was standing there just moments ago was nowhere to be seen.

In his place was a wide-eyed, shocked and staring version of him, looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

I looked back at him for a beat, not at all understanding what was going on. A thrill of panic jolting through my body.

“What?” I said, though my voice came out as more of a whisper than I intended.

“I…” he said, his eyes darting down to my shorts before coming back up to meet mine, his expression never changing.

I looked around him, turned my head to glance behind me, but there was nothing. No one. I was just about to ask him what the matter was when…it hit me like a damn freight train.

Fuck.

I’d bent over to rummage for *quite* some time through those packages, my arse waving in the air in front of his eyes. I was wearing my tiny white cotton shorts which barely covered my cheeks when I was standing upright, let alone bent over, and, *I was wearing nothing underneath them.*

When I bent over wearing these shorts, they rode right up my arse, revealing practically every inch and curve of the ample flesh underneath, as well as causing the fabric to pull taught, which often led to the material slipping right between my pussy lips.

This *really* wasn’t a big problem since I lived alone. Except… this had all happened in full view of the stranger at my door.

I gaped at him, the packages in my hand clattering to the floor.

As we both stood there, utterly speechless, it also hit me that I’d been reading a particularly spicy section of my book before this guy had arrived, where the main character was getting railed by the prince AND the royal guard at the same time, so fucking hot,  and I was sure… no… I *knew* the crotch of my shorts would have a little wet patch on it that he absolutely would have been able to see whilst I was giving him quite the long fucking look.

My mouth popped open in a surprised little ‘o’ as my realizations solidified.

I had just flashed my wet pussy to a perfect stranger at my door.

Fuck. Me.

“Oh my god” I said in a rush, my voice still coming out in this unintentionally strained whisper, “I’m so sorry!”

My heart was pounding out a frantic rhythm in my chest as I stared at him with horror and some other feeling too that I wasn’t quite ready to name.

I was rambling at him now “I just got home and I didn’t think, I mean I thought it was just me and I would never, I mean, maybe not…” I trailed off as his eyes darted around my face, seeming to have absolutely no problem deciphering that unnamed emotion I was feeling but had yet to identify.

His eyes trailed down my body as we both stood there unspeaking again, my chest rising and falling as my breaths became little pants under his scrutiny.

I felt the scorch of his gaze across the peaked tips of my nipples, straining against the thin fabric of my top, tight and ever so slightly aching. Their fullness feeling extra heavy as his eyes ghosted over them.

What was he thinking? Did he like what he saw? Was he imagining what they would feel like to touch? To squeeze? To suck in to that unusually tempting mouth of his…

I shook myself a little, trying to force my thoughts away from their current direction. ‘It’s just because I was reading that bloody book’, I told myself as I continued to stand there, unmoving.

Lower and lower his eyes travelled, down across my stomach, below my navel until they finally settled right between my thighs.

I unconsciously squeezed them together under his fixed gaze as we both stood there, feeling the unmistakable squish of wet fabric.

I wasn’t just a little damp. I was fucking soaked.

“I… “I started but again trailed off as the emotion I had been unable to fully identify suddenly hit me.

I was horny.

Oh my god, so fucking turned on by all of this.

Knowing what he saw, that I’d flashed this stranger the most intimate part of myself and he’d seen it. My smooth, shaved lips hungrily sucking in the tight white fabric, soaking it in my juices. Me waving it in front of his eyes for… how long? At least 30 seconds. Plenty of time for him to see it all.

My face was burning, that perfect mix of embarrassment and desire as my clit suddenly throbbed with the need for some friction, a touch… a tongue….

I didn’t try to brush away the emotion this time.

I cleared my throat, trying to clear the raspy whisper from my voice and speak with some confidence in this insane moment.

But he held up a hand to stop me.

His blue eyes darted to the left and right of him, scoping out the halls of the building before he returned his focus to me and gave me a look that, I can’t even really explain how, I understood.

I nodded, just once, a slight dip of my chin and I took a shaky step back.

He stepped in to my apartment, closing the door behind him without ever taking his eyes off me, placing his device on the small table by my door.

I squirmed with need and shame and desire, my hands fisted at my sides as my clit continued to throb under the now rhythmic clenching of my thighs.

The door clicked shut, sounding so loud in the silence of the room, before he swallowed and, finally, he spoke.

“Turn around and do that again”

……

Shall I tell you what happened next? ;D