Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man (11 page)

Knowing she was being given the perfect opportunity
to kick off whatever was going to happen, Jenny lowered her arms so that her
coat flapped open and Victoria could get a good view of her tiny skirt and
stocking tops.

Victoria said nothing, but the
conspiratorial glint in her clear emerald eyes spoke volumes. Jenny, her pulse racing
in her wrists and neck, walked with fake confidence across the room so that she
was only inches from her host, and reached a hand to the other woman’s wrist.
Taking hold of the pale skin, she said, ‘I think you should show me your
bedroom.’

With an approving glance down Jenny’s
shirt, Victoria inclined her head and led the way to a flight of stairs hidden
away at the end of the hall.

They stood face to face at the end of her
double bed, and Victoria slowly, deliberately pulled off her white shirt. Jenny
expected her to stop there, but she didn’t. Conveniently forgetting that John
had told her that she was the one who should be doing the seducing, Jenny
didn’t move. She could feel her fingers itching to stroke the other woman’s
pale skin as it was stealthily revealed, but she simply watched. She was
hypnotised by both Victoria’s attractiveness and the flashbacks to Jo from an
entire lifetime ago.

Victoria seemed to understand that Jenny
had no objection to the show, and carried on stripping. With a loosening of her
neatly tied hair, Victoria let her bolt-straight locks cascade around her
narrow shoulders. Next came her denims, which descended to the ground with a
grace Jenny could never have achieved.

In bare feet, an ivory bra, and the
briefest of matching thongs, an air of triumph covered Victoria’s face. ‘I’ve
waited a long time for this.’ She stepped forward and ran her crimson
fingernails across her visitor’s chest.

Jenny’s feet seemed to be glued to the
floor, and her breathing was
labored
as Victoria’s palms rubbed across her blouse. Then, without waiting
for permission, Victoria freed the purple top from the mini-skirt and pulled it
over Jenny’s head.

Surrendering herself to Victoria’s whims, Jenny’s
head spun as the other woman knelt before her, kissing each freshly revealed
area of flesh as she rolled down Jenny’s hold ups. Each kiss sent quivers of
lust up Jenny’s back, and she clenched her hands, leaving nail marks in her
palms.

The hush of the room seemed to tingle
against Jenny’s skin, but all she could think about was how much like Jo this
woman was, how Jo had moved in more or less the same way, how she’d tackled stockings
in the same way, and so on. Jenny’s head was a jumble of past images and
present sensations, depriving her of both the ability to move and to speak.

Victoria stood up and her slender fingers
popped Jenny’s breasts from her bra, wedging the material under them so that
they were pushed up higher. The way she looked at Jenny’s chest made Jenny feel
incredibly desirable. Then Victoria touched them. One solitary finger stroked
each nipple softly until one, and then the other, turned from merely hard to
rock hard.

With her hands hanging limply at her sides,
Jenny suddenly didn’t know what to do. She badly wanted to return the caresses,
but the memory of her past paralyzed her, and Jenny remained under the other
woman’s spell.

Moving her attention to the undersides of
her visitor’s breasts, Victoria kissed, licked, and fondled, making them feel
like the
centre
of her body, the
centre
of her everything. Liquid positively oozed from between Jenny’s
legs. Slick and sticky, it adhered to her knickers and her trimmed pussy hair,
making her desperate to ask for her underwear to be removed. But again, Jenny
found she was unable to speak her desires. She wondered how John would react to
her inaction, but that concern was fleeting; her main concern was her need to
beg Victoria to place her mouth between Jenny’s legs.

Victoria crouched down and took the waistband
of Jenny’s knickers in her teeth, gingerly dragging them down until they were
free of her hips and fell to the ground. Automatically, Jenny widened her legs
and was rewarded with the mind-blowing, delicate lap of a female tongue.

As the skilled tongue swirled deeper into her
body, the spell broke and Jenny was consumed by the need to reciprocate.
Holding Victoria’s face to her mound, Jenny backed onto the bed, leading
Victoria along with her. She lay back and bade Victoria swivel around to
straddle her face. Jenny clawed at Victoria’s tiny thong until she had access
to the other woman’s pussy, darting her lips over and around the clit,
savoring
the fruit-like
taste. She lapped up the sap which simply poured from Victoria, and they came
together as a perfect 69.

Tuesday

Returning

She had had no idea
why John had gone away in the first place, so Jenny couldn’t imagine why he was
returning a week earlier than planned. She was just glad he was. As Tuesday crept
closer, John’s texts started to come more regularly. His frank intentions and blatantly
pornographic messages were so vivid that Jenny was beginning to wish that
batteries were tax deductable. Late on Monday night, just as she was climaxing
against six solid inches of latex, her phone buzzed into life.

Will
be with you at 1pm tomo. Can’t wait. J

At five minutes to
one o’clock, Jenny gave up pretending to work and went upstairs so she could
watch for his arrival. Hesitating by the hall mirror, Jenny wondered if maybe
she’d overdone it. All she wore was a pair of stockings, a black corset, and a
knee-length scarlet cardigan which, when belted at the waist, hid enough of her
to make her appear respectable should the regular postman call.

Alight with nerves and excitement, her
arrival at the bedroom window coincided with the stroke of one. Thirty seconds
later, a frisson of lust shot up her spine as his dark blue van stopped on her
driveway.

Flying down the stairs two at a time, she
opened the front door with desperate urgency.

John’s expression was electric. His eyes
were dark pools of fire, awash with devilish approval at the appearance of his
lover. Mutely, he took Jenny’s hand and guided her into her living room. Then,
sitting on the battered sofa, fixing his gaze on hers, John hoisted Jenny onto
his lap, his hands running over her, kissing her passionately, as if he was a
man who’d been starving for a long time but was now being treated to a
three-course meal.

Having assumed he’d burst into his usual
forceful flurry of activity, Jenny was taken aback by the length of time John seemed
to want to spend just kissing her, and the gentleness of his searching fingers.
Her own hands ran faster over his polo shirt, eager to step up the pace, pulling
at the fabric in an attempt to take his top off.

A firm palm came to her wrist. ‘I haven’t
decided if you can take that off yet.’

Looking at him quizzically, Jenny could
clearly feel the eruption of an erection under her, and his hands, although slower
than usual, smoothed their way purposely over her corset, making her sigh as he
cupped her breasts.

‘Hold your horses, woman!’ He laughed at
her obvious confusion. ‘We have a little bit of time today for a change, so
let’s use it.’

Even though she was pleased that he wasn’t in
a rush, Jenny couldn’t believe he was making her hang back after all this time,
especially because she could feel how rigid he was for her.

‘You’ll get nothing, young lady, until I’ve
heard exactly how naughty you’ve been without me.’

Leaning close to his ear, she muttered, ‘Very,
very naughty. I did everything you asked.’

John’s dick shifted under her, and he
placed his hands so they supported the weight of her breasts. ‘How did it feel
to walk into town, amongst all those people, with no knickers on?’

The memory was so clear that Jenny could distinctly
feel how the ice-tipped air had lapped around her thighs and pussy as she’d
hurried through the November afternoon, a bundle of anxious desire. She found
herself squirming against John’s lap, making him laugh again at her efforts to
encourage him into action.

‘Oh no, you don’t, Jen! It’s supposed to be
me
who is all impatient. You’re the
one who’s been out there getting her rocks off!’ He cupped her face. ‘I’ve
waited three weeks for this! Twenty-one days of nothing but increasingly lurid
fantasies about you. So I think you should do what I tell you, for a change.’

‘A change!’ Jenny jumped off the chair, her
hands on her hips with mock indignation. ‘All I’ve done for the past
heaven-knows-how-long is think about you, you git. My employer is getting
seriously pissed off with the mistakes I’ve been making due to my concentration
span lasting less than two minutes in every hour on accounts, and the remaining
fifty-eight minutes on you. Your cock, your imagination, your van, and your
bloody tasks.’

Unmoved by her plight, John
maneuvered
her into the
middle of the living room, placed Jenny’s hands on top of her head, and kicked
her legs apart. She looked as if she’d been frozen in the middle of an exercise
routine.

‘You are NOT going to move until I have
heard all about your adventures.’

Heavy with pent up longing, Jenny glowered
at him. ‘And when I tell you what you want to know, what then?’

‘Then?’ he spoke with the conviction of a
man who’d thought about his options for that Tuesday afternoon a great deal. ‘Then
I’m going to strip you and piss all over you tits.’

She swallowed, her body involuntarily
shuddering at the thought. If anyone else had suggested water sports, she’d
have felt repulsed, but with John… ‘And will you tell me where you’ve been? Why
you disappeared without explanation? It was very rude of you.’

‘Rude?!’ he scoffed, rolling his eyes. ‘Here
you are in the middle of the working day dressed like a pro, about to tell me
how you went to the home of a woman who you didn’t know to lick her pussy,
before I piss all over your tits. And you say I’m the one who’s rude!’

With her shoulder muscles already aching
from her hands being on her head, when all her arms wanted to do was wrap
themselves around him, Jenny stared straight into his eyes, her pulse pounding.
‘You want to know what it was like to walk into town with no knickers on,
knowing that at any point my skirt could blow up, or if I bent down too far,
then every passerby would have an eyeful of my butt?’

‘Yes!’ Tantalizingly out of arm’s reach,
John stood before her, his fingers tucked into his combats’ belt loops as if he
were totally relaxed, his stance a huge juxtaposition to the tell-tale bump beneath
his uniform.

‘It was bloody freezing, and I was scared
that I’d be found out, and yet, I was
so
turned on by the possibility of being found out at the same time.’

‘And the wank? Incredible video, by the
way. Good call.’

Jenny’s face broke into a smile as John
wrenched his shirt off, the neatly haired chest she’d missed so much finally
before her but still frustratingly beyond her touch. ‘Difficult. I needed more
hands.’

‘You could have asked someone to help you.’
He tilted his head mischievously, making Jenny wonder if that’s what he’d hoped
she’d do all along.

‘I couldn’t just go up to a total stranger
in a public toilet and ask for that sort of help. I’d have been arrested!’

He took a step closer, and Jenny could
smell the intoxicating combination of sex and sweat she always associated with
him hover between them.

Continuing his keen questioning, John
asked, ‘It felt good, though?’

‘Oh yes. I closed my eyes and pretended my
touch was your touch; my tool was your dick. I swear I could see your face as
you played back the video. How many times have you watched it?’

‘Lost count.’ He grinned wider, and undid
the first notch of his belt. Then, suddenly impatient, urged, ‘So, challenge
number two, then.’

Noticing that each time she revealed
something else from the tasks he’d set her, he moved a little closer to her and
undid a bit of clothing, granting her a glimpse of a bit more of his handsome
body, Jenny began to talk faster. ‘You were right about Victoria. Boy, was she
a handful.’

Her theory was proven correct when John’s
combats hit the deck and he took a step nearer. Looking hornier and greedier
than she had ever seen him, he waited, arms folded over his toned chest, for
more details about Jenny’s meeting with one of his previous conquests.

‘I wasn’t sure at first; she was so much
like Jo, the ex I told you about. That rather threw me at first. She was so
calm and serene, not to mention bloody sexy, but she’d been expecting me, which
made it much easier to take her to bed.’

John’s hands came to the top of his shorts.
He left them there, poised to take them off as he said, ‘She did remember me,
then, after all this time.’

‘Oh yes.’ Jenny had no wish to inflate his
ego further by telling him he was a pretty unforgettable fuck.

‘And? What was she like?’

‘Delicious.’ Forgetting the dull ache in
her shoulders as she saw the head of his cock push its way out of his waistband,
Jenny paused, enjoying making him wait before giving him the answer he wanted
to hear. ‘Her skin tasted of citrus, and when that girl creams, she does it big
time. We had this incredible sixty-nine. I could have eaten out of her all
day.’