Special Delivery By Tilly Greene
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Copyright © 2008 Tilly Greene

Without a doubt, today was quickly shaping up to be the worst day of her life and it wasn’t over yet.

Susie Porter knew exactly why the train wreck of a day was happening and there was no one to blame but herself. Well, actually it was her curiosity’s fault and the cause of her current problem. If she hadn’t received the package last Saturday, if she hadn’t opened it even though she didn’t order it, if she hadn’t set it up simply to see what it would look like, if she hadn’t been tempted to try it out, she wouldn’t have to ruin a perfectly safe and satisfying flirtation only relationship as she was going to have to do.

If this, if that, if whatever, it was too late for anymore ifs. Her embarrassment level was high and it was about to get even worse.

Taking a deep breath, she braced her hands on the seat and tried again to lift herself off the pink blow up chair, only she couldn’t shift an inch. It didn’t matter she was slick with sweat, her body wasn’t budging from its pleasure-filled location.

The pink chair with a fairly substantial dildo standing from the center of the seat had control of her and that was it. Three hours ago she submitted to its call, stripped down to nothing and gingerly sat down, filling her slit with the wicked plastic prick. Excitement had made her wet and ready to enjoy this new toy, but exhaustive play left her legs quivering and her pussy muscles clenching its trapped faux prick.

For the past hour she’d tried everything get off the chair. It was apparent to her that her body had a brain of its own and knew another sexual drought could be right around the corner and was unwilling to let the pleasure pole go without a fight.

Knocking on her neighbor’s door sounded like canon fire and Susie knew her door would be next. She was going to have to admit her shame and ask for help.

During the week she worked part-time as a waitress while putting herself on the slow boat through college. In a bid to make a little time for herself, she started selling the jewelry she made as a hobby on an auction site, and was pleased to be making a little extra money that way. To try and make things easier on her, she set up an ongoing appointment with a parcel service to come to her place each Saturday and collect boxes she was sending. It saved her from having to lug everything down to the nearest drop off point which was a good fifteen blocks away.

It took about a month for her to notice it was the same driver coming by each weekend to collect her boxes and he was pure sex. Tom’s smile was stunning, the small talk and teasing flirtations between them always made her day. To watch him walk into her apartment wearing his brown uniform and matching socks made her heart stop. He was tanned and fit, why wasn’t he a model or something like that? Not that she wanted him to be anything but her delivery guy. She knew he was way out her league, he was that kind of gorgeous, which made it even worse to beg for his help in getting off this sex toy.

When the knock finally came to her door, she still wasn’t sure how to go about asking for help. Looking around, she didn’t see so much as a sock to help cover herself. Damn, this was getting worse and worse. Before he gave up and walked away, she called out to make sure it was actually him at her door.

“W-who is it?”

“Susie, are you all right?”

Of course it was the man who regularly featured in her dreams, had her finding her pleasure on a chair. Of course it was Tom. This was good news and bad. A one off driver she most likely could’ve handled, even being the talk of the depot, but this was harder to do than she thought it was going to be.

“Susie?”

“Yes, yes, could you help me?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“The doors unlocked, would you mind walking in backwards?”

“What?”

Susie was shouting at the top of her lungs. She could hear him fine so didn’t understand why he couldn’t hear her. This wasn’t the Taj Mahal, it was a small apartment. If she had the energy and didn’t see a problem opening the door in her current position, she could hop over and open it.

“Walk in backwards!”

She tried again to give find some way to have some dignity in this mess, but it was too late. The door thrust open and Tom walked through with a few boxes covering his face. With a shocked gasp, she bent over, hugging her knees close and stared at his legs as they came inside. This was so embarrassing.

“Hi Susie, how’s my buttercup doing today?”

“Don’t look!”

Having set up a routine he was already making his way to set the boxes down on the table.

“What?”

With that question he turned and looked right at her. Hiding her face, she tried to make him understand her dilemma one last time.

“Please, Tom, don’t look! Just get me a blanket or something to cover up.”

“Ummm, Su-”

“Please! And shut the door.”

“Which would you like me to do first?”

“Oh man, this is the absolute worst day of my life. Please, don’t make it worse by teasing me.” She was on the verge of tears and could hear them clogging the back of her throat as she spoke.

“Okay, okay. Take it easy sweetheart.”

Susie didn’t look up, although she listened to him walk back and close the door. Yes, yes, as soon as she was covered, things would be better. Or so she thought until she saw his cute black shoes and brown socks stop right in front of her. No, this couldn’t be happening to her.

“Now, this is some surprise. You want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“Tom, please, I’m begging you, go into my room and get me something to cover up with. I promise, when I’m covered I’ll explain everything.”

“No, I think I want to know what’s going on first. Why couldn’t you open the door?”

What did she care, there was no way she’d be able to face him again. She just wanted off the wicked pink blow up chair that had tempted her to try it out.

“I’m stuck. There, you happy now?”

“Hell yes!”

“Are you crazy?”

“No buttercup, far from it. Even though I can’t see as much of you as I’d like, to me you’re looking sexy as sin. Just like I knew you would.”

“I don’t understand. Please, get me something to cover up and, and…” Susie didn’t know what else to say. None of this was making any sense. Tom was a nice guy, she hadn’t doubted he’d come to her aid.

“It’s simple really. I bought that naughty chair for you.”

“You what?”

“That’s right. I ordered that chair from an online toy shop specifically for you and delivered it myself last Saturday. I know exactly what is filling your pussy up and if you care to look, the mere thought of it inside you has me hard as a rock.”

“Tom? I-I don’t understand.” Her adorable delivery man had actually bought this chair for her? The man she fantasized about? And not just sex, he was someone she liked talking with about anything and everything. He made her laugh. Or was he just saying that to make her more comfortable with the situation? Not that that could happen. There was nothing that he could say or do that would make this easy to handle.

He bent down until they were eye-to-eye and reached out to gently hold her chin, ensuring she couldn’t look away from his gaze. Black pupils grew and left a rim of brown circling them. There was fire inside them she hadn’t noticed before and was intrigued by its presence. Maybe he was as turned on by her as she was by him.

“Since the first time you opened your door wearing a pink tank top and white shorts and said hello with a smile that lit your face and pretty grey eyes, I’ve wanted more. I’ve dreamt of you, masturbated to images of you dancing through my head. I’ve declined a better route to ensure I was the one who came here just to be able to see you. I want more with you, buttercup.”

“Oh my,” she whispered. His attention was what she’d wanted most, but hadn’t thought it possible. Now that it was here, she didn’t know what to say in order to have all he was offering. She had to figure it out quickly because there was no way she was going to let this chance pass her by. No way.

“I’m curious, how did you get stuck?”

Susie blushed and gave him the truth.

“I think I might’ve overused the chair a bit.” Inhaling deeply, she gave it all to him in one breath. “Okay, I had a lot of excess passion to work off before you arrived.”

“Why? Were your fantasies that wicked?”

“No, it’s because they were about you. You tie me up in knots each time you come here. I thought using the chair would ease the need before you arrived so I could be more like myself, then maybe you’d notice me.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I noticed, buttercup. I noticed. Now tell me all about them.”

“About what?”

“Your fantasies and no skimping on the details. I want to hear every naughty thought you’ve ever had about me.”

“How about helping me off this thing first?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so. I like you right there, although if you sat up straight I’d be able to finally see your breasts which have starred in many of my dreams. Did you know they have this delectable bounce? No? Well they do and I love it.”

“Oh.”

“So, are you going to do it, sweet Susie?”

“Do what?”

“Play with me.”

“Oh.”

“You’ve said that, now tell me if you want me to stay or leave.”

There was no doubt what answer she was going to give him. She pushed her embarrassment aside and took what was being offered.

“Stay,” she whispered while looking at him from her bent over position.

“Okay. Now sit up and let me worry about getting you off this chair.”

“But–”

“No buts. Will it help if I get naked as well?”

Susie couldn’t stop the smile his words inspired from spreading across her face. Any time this sexy man wanted to strip down for her enjoyment was all right.

“I can hum if you need music.”

Tom’s laughter released the remaining strand of tension that had taken hold of her. She felt free to not only indulge herself, but do so with this man. He’s the one who inspired her to try the blow up chair, why shouldn’t she play with him? It was surely going to be more fun than sitting on this sex toy by herself.

Shifting from his crouched position, she watched as he stepped back and started to strip out of his uniform. The chocolate brown short-sleeved shirt and shorts looked good on him, so did the brown socks and sturdy black shoes, although in her opinion he could wear anything and look gorgeous.

The shirt was unbuttoned, removed and her mouth dropped open. She knew he was a fit man. Every time he delivered something she could see his arms and legs were muscular, and thankfully not overly so. That type of body type did nothing for her. What she hadn’t been expecting was the delicious stomach, defined in tight segments and leading her gaze to trace the lines down to where he was already working on unzipping his shorts.

When those dropped, he bent over and pushed them and a tight pair of black shorts down to the floor. He didn’t immediately stand back up. Instead he looked at her through the hank of mink brown hair that fell forward. The minute their eyes connected, he gave her a wicked looking grin and straightened to his full height.

The assurance in which he held himself was a powerful pull on her. There was none of the embarrassment in his being nude that she showed by hiding herself. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, in fact she’d always been pleased with her curvaceous shape. It must’ve been being caught using the sex toy that made her uncomfortable.

Because he stood before her, she ran her eyes over his body and was in lust with him all over again. By the time she’d looked at all of him except his cock, she gave herself a nudge to look at what he had between his legs. Susie had no idea what she’d expected, but nothing could’ve prepared her for what she found.

“You, you’re–”

“Pierced.”

“I’ve never seen someone who had their penis pierced.”

“Turned on, aren’t you, buttercup?”

“Yes and I can see you are as well.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“Well, I can’t exactly get up and take you into my bedroom, so you’ll have to come to me and find out.” Finally able to play with this man, she took her teasing statement a step further and leaned back on her elbows, showing him what he’d asked for earlier.

“They are even more stunning than I imagined.” Tom spoke to her but his gaze was focused on her breasts.

She wasn’t sure he was aware of it or not, but she watched as his hand reached out for his penis and started moving up and down. Susie looked at what he was doing as a compliment. To know she inspired him and his passions in this way were a real ego boost. To test her theory that it was her encouraging him to masturbate, she used a finger to run softly around her nipple, swiftly bringing it to a stiff point. Her cleft pulsed with renewed hunger.

The hand he used to stroke his impressive hard-on slowed down and she wondered why. Before she could ask, he gave her a hint.

“Pinch the tip, Susie. Make that pretty pink nipple stand at attention.”

Doing what he asked and in return, her needs were ramped and she had to struggle to hold in the moan she felt bubbling up inside her. She wanted him to come forward and take her, but he wasn’t moving and unfortunately, neither was she.

“Now do the same thing to the other one. Tug it a little, ah, there we go, beautiful.”

Caught in his seductive trap, she couldn’t look away from his eyes which were transfixed on her breasts. She held both nipples trapped between her fingers and rolled them until, while enjoying the pleasure, she couldn’t stop herself from shifting her legs apart. Hopefully he would take her hint to come and take her.

Tom came and kneeled between her splayed limbs. He put his hands on her knees and the simple touch electrified her body. Susie shook with need and finally begged.

“Please, Tom, get me off this thing so I can have you inside me.”

“I will, sweetheart. I promise, today you’ll get everything you want and I’ll get what I need. You.”

After his promise, she expected him to find something to pop the blow up chair so it would deflate beneath her. He could even do what she couldn’t and reach the plug. All he had to do was unscrew the cap and all the air would rush out. Only he didn’t do either one. Instead he placed his hands on her hips, his long fingers stretching up and flexing against her. That single move, as if he needed to touch as much of her flesh as he could reach, was intoxicating. She felt powerful then he shattered her mind and body into a billion pieces.

Before she could stop him, and she’s not sure she would have anyway, he leaned over as he widened her stance and licked her slit.

There was no change of holding back the moan this time. His single stroke managed to rip it from her without any delays. He moved one hand and used his fingers to reveal her excited clit. In a truly torturous move, he danced the tip of his tongue over the nub before sucking it into his mouth. Without mercy, he held the tender nub captive and tapped a seductive rhythm against it with his tongue. Susie couldn’t handle any more and moved her hands to hold his head right where it was and to make sure he stayed there, used her free leg against his back.

It wasn’t any surprise he wouldn’t be held in one place and easily slipped from her hold. With one knee resting beside her hip, he held his penis steady and rasped out a plea she couldn’t deny.

“Will you take my cock in your mouth, buttercup? Show me how much you want me.”

“Yes, yes!” She opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around the crown. He slid a small portion in and then pulled a bit back. When he would stop moving his penis back and forth, she took matters into her own hands and ran the tip of her tongue around the rim and over the tip until she found what she was looking for. Susie wanted to know more about his piercing and made her own investigation.

The piercing was wicked. As she traced a silver ball, she thought about how it wasn’t what could be felt that made her think this, nor was it the rod piercing through his flesh, it was how her imagination exploded with how it would feel inside her that made her blush. When her curiosity was satisfied, she started to enjoy the rest of his thick length. She’d been so focused on the piercing that she hadn’t taken in the rest of him. He was big, or at least bigger than any guy she’d been with before, which actually wasn’t that many. Besides, comparisons never worked and her pleasure had nothing to do with the size of his penis. However, she’ll reserve judgment on the piercing.

She’d been so busy focusing on what was in her mouth that she was surprised when she realized Tom was slowly moving her on and off the dildo in the middle of the blow up chair. The thing she’d been stuck on earlier. Shoot, if she was moving freely over it, then she should be able to get off the thing. Problem was, with her mouth filled so delectably, she couldn’t remind him she wanted released from its seductive torture.

Then, without her having to say a word, he pulled up and off the pink fake penis. It wasn’t painful, but it took her breath away. The thing had seams and she was sure they carved tracks along her walls.

Apparently her thoughtful lover wasn’t about to be delayed from taking her because he carried straight back to her room and laid her gently on the bed. He followed her down, made a place for himself between her legs and kissed her. This was their first kiss and, despite the urgent need to climax, it was soft and gentle. The hands that had held her hips and made her feel so wanted, were now cradling her head. He pressed his lips to hers and then pulled back a bit and placed them down in a new place. She wanted him inside her, loving her body as she would his. She nearly lost it when he sucked her upper fold into his mouth and ran his tongue along its edge.

“Sweet Susie, do you have any condoms in here?”

She had to think about it and it was a struggle, her mind was busy swirling around in the lustful chasm he’d created. Eventually she found her voice and realized she was scared by what it might mean.

“No, I don’t.”

“No problem, I do in my wallet. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” She sat up, watching him dash naked from the room. The laughter should’ve been a hint that she wasn’t as heated as she’d been and he looked worried when he came back and stood in the doorway.

“What? Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”

“Not a chance lover. I want you.” He was an incredible man. What she didn’t understand was how he could still look sexy as sin with his hair tasseled, muscles flexing, and unfailing hard-on while wearing his brown socks and sturdy black work shoes? She’d have to figure it out about later. Right now, she wanted him inside her without any further delay.

“Good!” He came back on the bed, kneeling between her legs and quickly worked on putting the latex sheath on.

Once he was covered, he lay back down and pressed his lips to hers as well. Where their first kiss had been sweet and gentle, this one was pure carnality. His tongue slid between her parted lips and tangled with hers. Tilting his head to the side, Tom kissed her with such passion that she knew she was forever lost.

With his eyes locked on hers, the fire she felt reflecting back at her, Tom’s fingers held her slit open and he slipped inside her a small portion of his penis. It wasn’t enough, just a small taste and before she could beg him to give her more, he slowly pressed the rest of his length inside her.

He filled her body up, there was no room for more. Without a doubt, his penis was more impressive than she’d ever imagined while fantasizing about him. On her next breath, he pulled out and she felt the silver balls of his piercing sliding seductively against her shaking walls. The friction was so delicious her body reacted by clenching tightly around him, making sure he didn’t leave. An impossible task, but it didn’t stop her from trying. She never wanted to see him go away.

The next thrust was done with slightly more power than the previous, but just as slowly. To give him more space move into, even if it was a small amount, she shifted her legs to wrap around his hips. Tom closed his eyes and groaned. Pleasure marked his face and she liked seeing it there. They were good together and she couldn’t handle much more of the methodical pace he set. Susie leaned up, kissed him with all passion rushing around inside her and whispered a simple request.

“Faster, lover, take me faster.”

“No, buttercup. It’ll be nice and slow, so I can feel every inch of your pussy.” Tom emphasized his point with a particularly powerful push at the end of his last stroke.

There was nothing wrong with how he possessed her. No, each stroke was perfect. However, despite having spent the afternoon getting busy with the pink blow up chair, he was real. A flesh and blood man who she’d fancied for some time was making love to her and she was eager to taste the climax. That was one way of looking at it, the other was that she needed him to feel as out of control with passion as she was.

Their mutual downfall came when he took one of her legs from around his waist and held the knee to the bed. The move seemed to make it a tighter and deeper path for him to move through and she was pulled further into the sexual lure two silver balls offered. Tom shifted her around until both knees were pressed to the bed and started pounding in and out. There was no pausing or slowing down, he possessed her and she loved it.

Control was no longer possible and she couldn’t be happier. He took her so fiercely, with passion and something else, that she found herself releasing the last remaining hold she had on her climax. This was when she felt most vulnerable and he connected with her as her body splintered apart. Susie screamed as her body pulsed and pulled him along for the ride.

His shout of satisfaction sounded so primal that it was hard not to feel flattered by it. When he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. She didn’t want him to leave. His penis was still throbbing inside her and even though he’d climaxed, he was still a firm presence. Her daily routine may be busy between school and work, but she’d make time for Tom. Oh no!

“Tom?” It sounded like he was asleep and while she hated to disturb him, this was really important.

“Hmmm.”

“Tom! Wake up! You’re supposed to be working.”

“No, I’m finished for the day.”

“Oh, okay.” She returned to her previous position, holding him close and wondering if she could sleep without needing to breath.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No! No. Not that at all. I just didn’t want you to get fired.”

“Not a problem, buttercup. I went off the clock before I came here.” He nudged his head further into the crook of her neck, tickling her with his breath.

“You naughty man!” She knew he let her roll him over so she was on top, but didn’t care. This was turning into much more than a simple post-sex conversation. “You didn’t know I’d be stuck on that chair, so what were you looking for?”

“No, I didn’t know you’d be taking the chair for a test ride. What I did know was that I was ready to take my chances and ask you out for dinner. Instead of the usual, everything was going my way today. I walked in and found you sitting on the blow up chair, naked and looking sexy as sin, and my lust for you took over.” Tom seemed wide awake now.

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Go out with me?” His hands were on her waist and flexing in that delicious way they had earlier. She felt her cleft tighten around him as her need was brought further forward.

“Yes, but not now.”

“Why not?” There was a hint of worry in his voice that wasn’t necessary. He’d wooed her with words and actions today. Nothing could pull her away from him now, especially not now.

“Because from where I’m sitting, you feel so much better than the blow up chair and I’m not done playing. You did say it was play time, right?”

“Yup. Play to your heart’s content, although I only have one more condom in my wallet.”

“How about we go out after we use it?”

“Okay, then we can pick up some more before we come back here or my place. I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“That’s rather dangerous to tell me. Remember, I was stuck on that chair because I overused it.”

Susie felt herself blush with the memory. Would she ever be able to look back on the chair abuse without turning the same color pink?

“I’ll never forget it. The moment I realized what was wrong was the best in my life. You can blush all you want, sweet Susie, but I’ll always remember you enjoying that blow up chair with a smile and a hard-on. Personally, I wouldn’t mind seeing you on it again.” Tom pulled her head down and thoroughly kissed her. He left with her no doubt he was speaking the truth. “Now go get that last rubber so we can get back to this exact place.”

Carefully she swung her leg over his hip, slowly pulled off his erection and stepped away. With a moan of need teasing her vocal cords, she quickly made her way out to the living room and found his wallet tossed on top of his clothes. She pulled out the wrapped condom and made her way back to her room. She was brought up short and started laughing.

“What?”

He sounded surprised and a little disgruntled, or so the hands on the hips said. It was hard to take him seriously as he stood there with his impressive hard-on poking out at her while wearing his brown socks and sturdy black work shoes.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but you still look sexy as sin while wearing those.” She pointed down at his feet.

“And?” Crossing his arms across his chest, pretending to challenge her, although the smile he was trying to suppress was peeking through.

“Not a thing.” Never taking her eyes off him, she walked over and took hold of his penis. “I’ll take you however you come.”

“Good! Now give me that rubber and let’s get busy.”

Susie laughed and led him to the bed. There was no doubt they’d always remember their first date, but the details were for them alone. Today was actually turning out to be a pretty good day afterall.

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