Special Delivery — The UPS Guy's Package

I was home alone on a Tuesday, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a short silk robe. The doorbell rang. I was expecting a package — a new vibrator, ironically enough — so I didn't bother changing.

I opened the door to the most attractive man I'd ever seen in a brown delivery uniform. Tall. Broad shoulders. A five o'clock shadow. He looked maybe 23. His name tag said DEVON.

"Package for you," he said, and I swore his eyes flickered down my body before returning to my face.

"Thanks." I signed his little device, my hand slightly unsteady. "Hot day out there."

"Yeah." He paused. Cleared his throat. "This is maybe inappropriate, but... is it just you home?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It's just me."

"I've seen you before. On my route. And I've wanted to say something for weeks."

"Say what?"

"That you're the most beautiful woman on my entire route."

My heart hammered. I stepped back from the doorway. "Do you want to come in?"

He did.

The door had barely clicked shut before he was kissing me, pressing me against the wall of my entryway. His hands were confident, sliding under my robe, finding bare skin. "No bra," he observed, his voice rough.

"Good observation skills."

"Part of the job." He pushed the robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet. I was completely naked in my entryway, a man I'd met thirty seconds ago kissing his way down my body.

"No panties either," he noted against my stomach.

"Like I said. Good observation."

He knelt and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth found me instantly, and I grabbed the wall-mounted coat rack for support. His tongue was aggressive in the best way — licking, sucking, devouring. I came on his face in maybe two minutes flat, gasping and shaking.

He stood up, wiping his mouth. "My turn?"

"Kitchen. Now."

I pulled him by his belt into the kitchen, unbuckled him, and pushed his uniform pants down. His cock was thick, the tip already wet. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter — the cold granite made me gasp — and thrust into me in one motion.

"Oh my god," I moaned, gripping the edge of the counter.

He fucked me hard and fast, the kind of desperate, needy sex that only happens with strangers. My back arched. His mouth was on my nipples. I came again, screaming, and he followed right after — pulling out just enough to come across my stomach.

We stood there catching our breath. Somewhere outside, a dog was barking. A car drove past. The world kept spinning.

"So," I said, still sitting on my kitchen counter, "same time next week?"

"I deliver to this street every Tuesday," he said, pulling up his pants. "I'll make sure your package gets... special handling."

He left. I opened my actual package. The vibrator was great. But it wasn't Devon.