Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man by Kay Jaybee Page A

her heaving chest, and soon
a hot fountain of spunk sprayed her tight tits.
    Scooping up some of his spent seed with two
fingers, John brought it to her lips. Jenny gobbled the moisture down her
dehydrated throat with a hunger that would have stunned her past self.
Presenting Jenny with more, John barely gave her time to swallow before forcing
the next finger full to her mouth. Only when every last dollop of his cum had
been smeared from her chest, and eaten, did he stop. Then, bringing a hand
between her legs, he finished her off with five firm strokes of her swollen
pink clit.
    Towering over her prone, flushed body, a
look of total satisfaction on his face, John refastened the boxers and trousers
that had never fully left his legs. None of his other clothes had been removed,
and suddenly Jenny realized she hadn’t touched him at all. ‘You’ve been a very
good girl today.’ He bent down and kissed her for the first time that
afternoon. ‘I have to go.’
    ‘Now that I have your number, can I call?’
    John was quiet for a moment, a conflict of
interest showing on his face.
    ‘It’s just a phone, John. Me calling you
now and again doesn’t make this more than it is.’
    He smiled, grateful that she understood his
reluctance. ‘Okay, but I really don’t like mobiles, you know, what with driving
all day. I may not always have the chance to reply.’
    Jenny opened her mouth to ask why she
couldn’t call him in the evenings, but her words died on her lips as he
disappeared out of the door with his habitual burst of speed, heading back to
work.
    Deciding it was pointless to overanalyze
the underlying reason for his reluctance, Jenny was determined to put a stop to
all her insecurities and just enjoy the time they had together. After all, she
didn’t want a relationship either, so she had no right to ask him for more than
he could give her.
    Empowered by her resolution to just relax
and enjoy her Tuesday afternoons with the courier, Jenny headed up to her room
to allow her body to take in the mind-blowing sex she’d just experienced.
    How
the hell am I going to top that?
    Stretching out on top of her duvet, Jenny
closed her eyes, letting the tension that had knotted in her shoulders escape
in long, slow gasps, while she engaged her intellect in the search for a sexy
scenario with which to treat John.
    Unless
I… oh yes, I could do that… but do I dare? Is it too soon? I’m sure we’d both
love it, but what if I love it more than he does?

Tuesday
    Sharing

 
 
    That was surprisingly easy. Too easy, really.
    Having finally made the decision, and
knowing in her soul that this was something she needed to do, as much as
something she wanted to do, Jenny had acted quickly.
    She’d assumed it would be difficult, seedy
even, but it had been neither of those things. It was simply exciting, and as
she wrote the enquiry email to her anonymous recipient, the palpitating heat
between Jenny’s legs doubled with the promise of what was to come.
    Lying back against her bed, her plans laid,
her mobile in one hand and a vibrator in the other, she felt convinced that
what she had just orchestrated would be as good, if not better, than her
courier’s recent savage outburst on her clothing. Jenny decided that this
situation was good enough to count as an emergency and she texted John,
reflecting the tone of the message he had sent her only a week before.
    You
will be at my house at 1:00pm tomo. You will NOT be late.
    To distract herself from the agonizing wait
for a reply, Jenny switched her toy on, playing its buzzing tip gently over her
nub. Her expectations for tomorrow spurring her on, Jenny was already pulsating
against the rubber tool as the tinny ringtone of her phone announced the
arrival of a message.
    Will
be there. What will happen?
    Jenny’s fingers trembled as she typed, You’ll see. Sleep well, honey.

 
    The bell rang at
precisely a quarter to one. With her heart thumping in her neck, Jenny
cautiously opened