Special Delivery
By Ava Loengard
© 2010 Ava Loengard
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SPECIAL DELIVERY
Rachel was not enthusiastic about having to visit her in-laws over the holidays this year. The biannual trip was the only thing in the world she really hated. The dread that consumed her was only compounded by the fact that her husband had to work late – and had been for over a month – to get the latest release of his company's website out the door. Even with all the free coffee at work, he never had enough energy to anything besides sleep after working 16 to 18 hour days. Rachel had spent many lonely nights recently, watching crap TV shows and falling asleep on the couch. She got enough human interaction by going to dinner with her girlfriends, but when she got home after seeing a hot waiter or busboy, she was left to fend for herself in bed.
Their flight would depart in twelve hours, and with planes as crowded as they were these days – especially during the holidays – she was not enthusiastic about the prospects of a conjugal visit en route.
So, this was it. Her last chance to satisfy the need that ached between her legs before flying across the country to be trapped in a house filled with every manner of annoyance. She probably wouldn't be able to find time – let alone a place – to diddle herself in the next week. It was almost six o'clock and even though she'd only been home from work for an hour, she didn't feel like waiting. If she started now, she might be able to take a break and get off again before bed.
Rachel went to the bedroom and picked out one of her favorite sets of lingerie: a purple satin bra and matching thong panties. She loved to feel sexy when she got off, and just the feel of the soft cool satin made her nipples hard and started the flow of juices between her legs. There was almost nothing as pleasurable as the feel of wet satin. Rachel loved it so much that sometimes she'd pull her panties to the side to let her husband inside her and make him shoot his load on the silky material so she could rub it in and feel it stick to her skin. The thought of her husband pounding inside her and spraying his come over her made her panties even wetter. She touched herself through the damp satin and felt her nipples stiffen.
She paused to spread a fluffy cotton robe over the bed, then set herself gently upon it, resting her head and shoulders against the padded upholstered headboard.
Settling in, Rachel pinched her nipples through the bra's soft material until they stiffened and she could see them pushing against the thin padding. She ran one hand down her smooth flat stomach, while the other crept inside the bra to cup and squeeze her breast. A delicate moan escaped as she brushed over the damp material that covered her growing wetness. The light brushing became more of a caress and a finger from her other hand found its way into her mouth. She sucked on it like it was her husband's finger, or better still, his stiffening cock.
Her caress turned into an aggressive rub and she moaned again. With the pressure on her through the fabric her other hand slipped unbidden back inside her bra and tweaked a nipple, compounding the pleasure building between her legs. She reached around to her backside, hand slipping under the back whale tail portion of the thong, and pulled it gently up between the two round globes of the ass she worked to maintain. The satin in front stretched taught over her lips, hitting all kinds of nerve endings as it did. Rachel's hand rubbed her bulging lips through the material that was spread thin over her crotch. The back of the thong chafed just a bit between her cheeks, coarsely massaging her rear hole, making even more juice flow into her throbbing pussy. Still clenching the silky T-back with three fingers and her thumb, she let one roam over her tiny pucker. Her other hand found her clit, rhythmically passing over it through the tight crotch of the panties, and when she slid the tip of her finger inside her ass, the others on the hand at her crotch became slippery as she soaked through the thong like her pussy was a sponge she was wringing out.
Rachel was about to grab a little plastic friend from the nightstand when the doorbell rang. She froze, lying unmoving for several seconds, not wanting it to be real. Her husband would not be ringing; he had keys, he would just come on in. She wanted more time to think about him just coming on in to her, but the bell sounded again, the chimes echoing through the lower level of the house. The fog that had gathered in her head refused to dissipate, and she was having trouble thinking, caught up in her lust and longing. It was probably just someone asking for donations. It was the time of year when fundraisers reached their peaks. And she was usually happy to give to charity, but not when it came between her and an orgasm.
She expelled a sigh and as her head rolled on the pillow, she glanced at the clock. Then it hit her: it was the delivery man. They'd been getting packages nearly every day with presents from, or for, friends and relatives. The doorbell rang again, the delivery man insisting that she come to the door.
"Okay," she said to the empty room, and bounced off the bed, scooping up the robe and covering herself before heading downstairs.
There he was, just as she'd guessed, waiting patiently with a box and signature pad. She unlocked the door and opened it.
"You need to sign for this." He was terrifically rugged and utterly handsome. He wore a jacket that stretched taught across his broad shoulders and chest, covering the muscles required for loading heavy boxes onto his truck. She was sure it didn't keep him warm enough in this weather. The pants were even thinner than the jacket and Rachel thought she could just make out the shadows formed by the bulge of his package. Not the package for her, though. Or was it?
An icy wind spat snow at them and she shivered and clutched the opening of the robe.
"Do you want to step inside?" she asked.
He nodded and stepped in and Rachel shut the door behind him. She immediately felt warmer and the heat reminded her of the soft wetness between her legs. Some semblance of a plan had formed in her mind, and while she knew it wasn't the greatest seduction plan ever hatched, she also knew that men were fairly dumb when they let their privates do their thinking.
Rachel plucked the box from his hands and set it down a few feet away, making sure to bend at the waist and let her shorty robe ride as far as possible up her backside. She hoped it would be enough of an eyeful to disconnect his body from his brain and engage his other decision maker.
When she turned around, his wide eyes and the slight angle of his neck told Rachel everything she needed to know. She let the front of the robe fall open a bit to reveal the swell of breasts cupped in her soft satin bra. His eyes caressed her, and in his mind he was probably rubbing a hard cock between her breasts. At least she hoped he was.
He held out the thick plastic device to gather her signature and she grew more determined not to have to use the thick plastic device she had upstairs next to her bed.
"You sure this is all?" she said.
"Yeah," he responded, "I've got a lot of packages, though. You know, holidays are busy times. I could check my truck if you think there's supposed to be something else."
"I bet it's busy. But have you been getting busy?"
He tried to play dumb. "Yeah, I've been working overtime a few days a week."
"Oh," Rachel cooed, "maybe you deserve a tip then."
She put one hand on the side of her robe and pulled it to the side just a bit. She watched him take in the exposed flesh of her stomach and leg. He probably noticed that the purple satin that held her breasts up matched the thin side of the panties that ran across her hip.