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

her front door.
    She couldn’t contain the rush of relief
that consumed her as she took her first look at the woman who she’d met on the
Internet swinging site. She was everything Jenny had hoped for; and more
importantly, everything she had claimed to be. Short, bobbed ginger hair,
freckled skin, and piercing peppermint eyes. Of similar height to Jenny, she
was slim but curvaceous, and the jet-black blouse she wore hinted perfectly at
the secrets of her bust.
    But,
what if I’m not everything she’d hoped for?
    Jenny tried to brush away the growing
self-doubt that had nagged at her since she’d woken that morning, attempting to
dismiss the thought that she was letting a stranger come to her home without
taking any safety precautions at all. This was so unlike her. Yet, Jenny had to
concede it was exactly like her; or at least, exactly how she used to be years
ago. She just hoped she wasn’t about to pay for being far too trusting.
    The woman oozed seduction. A faint line of
amusement flickered at the corner of her lips, reminding Jenny of how John
looked at her. She swallowed back a relieved sigh. It would be all right; she
had chosen well, and she was fairly sure that her caller felt the same.
    ‘When will he be here?’
    ‘Any minute now.’
    ‘Good.’ The woman’s accent was caramel smooth,
and she radiated confidence as she stepped closer to her host. There was no
doubt she had played this game before, and Jenny was grateful for her calm demeanor , for it did
much to soothe Jenny’s own soaring nerves as the clock ticked around to one.
    ‘What shall I call you?’ Jenny licked her
lips, unable to keep her eyes from the delicate buds she could clearly see
pressing against her guest’s cotton shirt.
    ‘I use Carrie for these games. You?’
    Jenny hadn’t even given her name a thought. Should I tell her my real name, or what? ‘I’m
not sure.’
    Again Jenny was grateful to the other
woman, who, as there was a hammering on the glass of the front door, took her
clammy hand in her palm and clutched it gently. ‘Names don’t matter. You want
this, I can see you do. It’s a present for him, so let’s make it a gift he’ll
never ever forget. Yes?’
    ‘Oh yes.’ Breathing out the words rather
than speaking them, Jenny headed to the door.
    Carrie called out as Jenny was about to let
John in, ‘Exactly as we planned over the email, okay?’
    ‘Okay.’ Exhaling deeply, Jenny opened the
front door.
    John looked wary, yet excitement reflected
in his brown eyes as Jenny let him in. A bubble of exhilaration rose in her
chest as she contemplated what he was about to witness: his ultimate fantasy
come true.
    When they reached her living room, Carrie walked
to Jenny with a provocative swing of her hips, and took her by the hand. As the
reality of the situation sank in, glorious, hopeful lust flickered in John’s
shining eyes.
    A suggestive smile playing on her lips,
Jenny gestured to her armchair. ‘Would you like to sit down, John?’
    John sat with a sigh, keeping his gaze
fixed on Carrie as she took his lover into her arms and kissed her deeply.
    Jenny had forgotten how good it felt to
kiss a woman. How soft it was, how pliable. She could have savored those foreign
lips forever, but her exploration was broken when Carrie stepped away from
their embrace. Slowly and deliberately, the visitor undid each of the five
buttons of her blouse to reveal creamy, almond-tipped breasts.
    The last vestiges of her apprehension
disappeared and Jenny undid her own shirt, exposing her tits to the erotically
charged atmosphere. Stepping closer, Carrie stood so that her nipples nuzzled
Jenny’s. Jenny nearly wept as the exquisite sensation of female flesh on female
flesh coursed from her head to her toes.
    Carrie stroked Jenny’s cheek with her
finger, making the hairs stand up on the back of Jenny’s neck. Returning the
gesture, Jenny took joy in the evenness of the other woman’s defined cheekbones
and freckle-spotted