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I'm going to try something new here. I'm going to start a story, and I'd love for you to continue it... Once upon a time... isn't that the way to start any story? Once upon a time, a woman lived in the mundane world, working every day to earn her living, raise her children, and keep her house neat and clean and everyone well fed. But... she needed more. Something was burning inside of her, and she needed more. She needed love, and caring, and yes, she needed sex. She needed a man. Not just any man, but a good and kind man, a strong yet gentle man... the man of her dreams. She needed a man who could be strong and supportive, or warm and cuddly, or hot and hard and ready and willing. Not all at once, of course, but a little of each would be nice. But how to find such a man? She tried the bars, and the dating scene, to no avail. Many man there volunteered, but none fit the bill. Not just a one-night-stand, she needed a relationship. Not forever... unless that worked out later. But for now. And for her. It was her turn. Then one day, everything changed. |
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2/12/2007 4:25 pm |
It was the parcel she received that did it. Well, not so much the parcel itself as the courier delivering the parcel. He was younger than her and had a cheeky smile as she opened the door to him (mmmm, she thought, know which door I wouldn't mind opening to him, as she smiled back). They exchanged pleasantries and off he walked back to his little van. It was one of those "private couriers" who deliver everything for the company in their particular area, so as soon as the door closed, she went back on their website to see what else she might like to order. Funnily enough, "parcel delivery guy" could not be added to the shopping basket, but she found something else and went through to the checkout. A few days later, she again answered the door to receive a second parcel. "Did you forget it with your last order?" he asked, laughingly. She blushed in reply and stammered something about taking a closer look at the website after she had received her previous delivery. Taking a closer look at him, more like! He was lush, and her body started to tingle at the thought of him. But she couldn't keep ordering unnecessary stuff. She needed to devise a plan.... Blogito ergo sum.
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2/12/2007 5:55 pm |
So she decided to have a party. Invite over a few other lady friends and show them her recent purchases. Suggest, that perhaps they might want some for themselves and she'd take care of all the details of ordering and hand deliver them. (How did you all think Mary Kay and Pampered Chef really got started??) All her friends showed up a couple nights later, and she plied them all with martinis and appetizers. The talk evolved to sex, as it usually does with a group of healthy, curious women, and it was all she could do not to blush and blurt out the reason she'd invited them over in the first place. Well - her plan was successful and she had five orders that very night! So she visited her now favorite website to schedule delivery and even padded the order a little so that she'd need help getting all the merchandise inside the house...
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2/14/2007 1:53 am |
Each time the delivery boy arrived at the house she had a different ploy to seduce him. She would flirt with him coquettishly, be breathless and breast heaving, claiming she had just run down the stairs, turn up in her translucent nightie, claiming she had slept in, or loosely wrapped in a towel ....... yes there was always water in the bath, just in case! The delivery boy, conscious of a tight schedule and a tough, domineering boss obsessed with performance management and time and motion back at the depot, always found a way out of being ensnared. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, just worried about the consequences of being unable to keep to schedule. She figured this, but by now this had become an obsession. A challenge. The delivery boy was all but in her clutches ..... but how? warm xx CB2 sent me to help with the thread. 
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2/14/2007 1:30 pm |
She started asking him questions, the next time he delivered, "What's it like to deliver parcels like this? What kind of people do you meet?" He seemed happy to talk, mentioning that most of his deliveries were left on the step of empty homes. "Do you have to return your truck to the service right after you're done? I've never ridden in a delivery truck before..." She really meant she'd never been ridden in a delivery truck before, and she was certain he was getting her drift. The next day, he arrived to deliver her parcel at nearly 5 p.m.
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2/14/2007 7:48 pm |
The end of the day! Finally, a chance ... She smiled, coyly, as she opened her door. "Do you have anything for me, today??" Glancing downward, she thought maybe he did. "Oh, it looks like it might be near the end of the day for you. You have to get the truck back. Think you might take a hitchhiker with you? Then you could give me a ride back home in your car." (Ride me, in your car, she thought.) He smiled. Making her delivery at precisely five o'clock had done the trick. Tonight would be special.
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3/5/2007 11:34 pm |
She was hoping that he would come late today, and her dreams were became his reality. She wore a few of the items she had ordered for him to deliver... she wondered if he knew all along, where they were from, in spite of the plain brown wrapping. Or perhaps because of it! She grabbed her coat, and headed out to the truck with him. He helped her up into the cab, and put his arm around her shoulders as he drove off, with the door still open. At the stop sign, he slid the door shut, and his hand slid down her shoulder to her breast. It was turning dark out, but an observant passerby might still see them - the thought made his action even more exciting! Her hand settled onto his leg, as he drove back towards the depot. They talked, and giggled, and she learned that he HAD known all along, what she had ordered, or at least from whom. She teasingly told him he'd see more later... or less... he licked his lips in anticipation.
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11/7/2007 9:51 pm |
All the way, he thought about the lingerie and the kinky little toys she had been buying for him to deliver. He kept quite a little "stash" of those himself. Today, he'd packed a small athletic bag with many of his toys, hoping for just such an opportunity. If only he could keep the truck on the rode until they reached the depot! It was locked, and he was so excited that it took him 3 tries to get the key in the lock (not an omen in any way he hoped). He turned on only the light nearest the door. Once through the door, everything happened in a blur: big wet kisses, shoes kicked off, clothes flung on the floor, groping, touching (god, she was hot!) He lifted her onto one of the packing tables, flicked on the attached bench light, which pooled behind her. The back lighting and the shadows across her breasts were incredibly erotic. He had a plan that she didn't know about, yet. From his bag, he pulled out a light arm restraint, attached her arms above herr head to a hook hanging down from a pully near the ceiling, used to lift heavy packages. This didn't lift her ass off the table, but she was not exactly going to get away. Her ass was on the edge of the table, and those sexy crotchless panties were very inviting. Saving that treat, he started by licking and sucking her luscious nipples. He slowly built up her levels of excitement with different types of nibbling gentle play and more direct foreplay, finally kneeling between her legs and sucking directly and firmly on her clitoris, leading to her first, shivering orgasm. From his bag he pulled out two vibrators, a small, powerful, fast silver model and a larger faux-cock model that produced a more throaty, slightly slower purr and placed those on the table next to her. “Sing like no one's listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and live like its heaven on earth.”
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3/11/2008 7:50 am |
She wanted a turn at him, but with her hand restrained above her, she had only one hand left. So instead, she picked up the cock-shaped vibrator, and brought it slowly to her mouth. Her eyes closed, she began to play with it the way she hoped to play with the real thing. From her mouth, she moved the faux-cock down her neck, circled around her breast and nipple, and then she started moving lower... but he stopped her, suddenly. What would he do next?
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