Big Box Delivery Driver Fucked By Horny Recipient – #Erotica

The big box delivery driver showed me his boxes, and I showed him mine!

I had noticed the sexiest big box delivery driver coming through my neighborhood on several occasions in recent months.  Once out-front watering my flowers, a few times while out jogging and just pulling out of my driveway, like the stars aligned just to arrange for me to be able to lay eyes on him.  I had to meet this handsome mystery driver, so one day I got home from work and ordered a couple things online, praying he’d be the one to come by and I’d get my chance.  The next day I was off work and spent the day looking as cute as possible so when my packages came, I’d be able to greet this hot driver and make the best impression on him.  I’m not saying I was preemptive, but I even shaved my pussy perfectly bare just in case my true fantasy was able to be brought to life!  I knew it was probably a pipe dream, I mean, fucking the delivery driver was probably not something that actually happens to anyone, but hey a girl can still hope, can’t she?

This was Tuesday when I expected my packages and I eagerly awaited that navy blue and white van to come around the corner to my driveway.  When I finally heard some gravel crunching, I knew he had arrived and so I headed out pretending to be busy on my phone as I walked out the door hoping to “bump” into him.  Instead, however, I turned to find a short squatty woman with spiky blonde hair.  “Ugh, not my hot fantasy delivery driver by any means, and definitely not my type,” I said to myself grabbing my two boxes and heading back inside about as disappointed as I could get.  I was still determined to meet fantasy man that brought me packages and happiness for the last few months.  He also delivered nights of material to fuel my self-finger fucking bedtime fiestas.  I flopped down on the couch and irritatingly opened this retail giant's app to do some more shopping.  What could I get this time?  I asked myself as I scrolled through my wish list picking out my weapon of choice and placed the order trying to summons my crush, the hot delivery guy as I did.  “Better be him this time.”  I said disgustedly under my breath as I finalized my order for a new shower loofah and a bottle of bubble bath.  Didn’t really need either one, but I needed him so here the order came.

I went into work the next day and let my boss know I’d be working from home for the next week, and vowed that I would fuck the delivery guy before the week was up.  God, I hope he’s not married or anything.  I said to myself as I fantasized about having him in all kinds of dirty ways that got my ravenous pussy juices flowing.  I got up the next morning and did myself all up, I was looking so cute if I don’t say so myself!  Normally working from home would consist of sweatpants and a comfy tee or tank top, but this time I slid up a black miniskirt and fastened the snaps of fitted white button-down blouse to go with it.  I had a hot pink bra underneath that shown through my white top as planned, and chunky black heels that were about as cute as it gets.  I put some sexy earrings on that dangled down my neck, spritzed between my pushed-up breasts with a little perfume and went to work at the table by the front window where I’d be sure not to miss him.

I heard the gravel of my long driveway and peeped out the window sheers to see if it was my dream guy this time, and sure enough it was!  My heart was pounding out of my chest as I headed out the front door and greeted him with a huge smile on my face.  We locked eyes and I got butterflies and slightly stammered my words like a nervously awkward idiot as I said hi and reached out for my packages.  “I’m Gina,” I said smiling and tucking the packages under one arm while I held out the other hand offering to shake his.  “Brad,” he said in return with a big perfect smile and grip on my hand that sent quivers up my spine.  God even his hand shake feels amazing!  I said to myself just knowing deep down that he was probably amazing in bed.  A girl can just sense these things.  Every part of me hoped I’d find out and I didn’t want to wait another minute to do so.  I made small talk with my new friend Brad, the delivery driver I’d lusted after so long now and looked for my in.  Then it hit me.

“You know Brad, I’ve always wondered what the inside of the delivery van looks like.  I mean, how many packages fit in the back of one of those?  How many are back there right now?  Can you show me?”  I said, assaulting him with a barrage of questions and the sexiest batting of my long eye lashes that I could possibly muster up.  “Really?”  He said sort of with a laugh. “You have interest in how many packages the delivery vans hold??”  He said in a tone that indicated he knew I was full of crap.  “Yes, I really do.  Can you show me yours?”  I said with sweet little giggle, making sure he knew this was clearly my way of flirting.  We walked over to the van and he opened the back doors.  “This is usually much fuller than this, but your house is nearing the end of route.”  Brad said with his hand extended as if he was presenting it all to me.

I leaned into the van bending over on a large package that was near the door to deliberately stick my ass out of that hot little miniskirt I was wearing for him.  “Wow Brad, look at all these packages!”  I said with my hips swaying slightly.  I could feel the air on my bare ass as my skirt lifted up and exposed my boner making black lace panties under it with Brad right behind me as I did.  I looked back and flashed him a sexy smile over a shoulder before climbing up inside and walking to the back.  I sat down on a box, crossed my legs and made a come here motion with my finger asking Brad to join me.  “So, what is company policy on drivers having sex in their vans?”  I asked my favorite fantasy man, the delivery driver Brad that finally stood before me.  I wanted him to fuck me.  Right there. Right then.  I wanted to drip his cum all over these boxes.  Don’t judge.  Everyone has their thing.  Wink.

I looked up at him standing above me.  “Is this really happening right now?”  Brad said with a laugh of disbelief as I began to undo the snaps of my blouse one at a time while never breaking eye contact with him as I did.  “Oh, it’s happening Brad,” I said as sexily as I possibly could.  “That is if you want it to.” I added reaching up under my skirt, pulling off my little panties and slipping them into his pocket before pulling him close for a kiss.  His kiss was absolute perfection, it felt so, so good and my pussy was tingling more and more every second that I tasted him.  “May I?”  I asked as innocently as possibly as I put my hands on the button of his jeans.  “Yes.”  He whispered in stillness, frozen with disbelief.  I opened his pants and dropped to my knees.  I began sucking him and getting him so nice and wet.  “I’ve wanted you to fuck me, Brad.  Since you started delivering in my neighborhood.  Please, please fuck me Brad.”  I whimpered now standing close to his lips.

He spun me around fast and aggressively.  As if the pleasure and throbbing desire between his legs made it so he had to have me right that second.  In my black chunky heels and with my bare ass popping out of my black miniskirt, I held onto the packages below me and eagerly awaited the feel of that cock head penetrating my sloppy wet pussy that now ached for it.  “Yes Brad, give me that cock.  I want it so bad!  Put it in my pussy and fuck me.  Then I want you to pull out and cum on my ass for me.  Please?” I said breathless with desire for him.  Just then his cock hit my cervix, as if he entered it magically upon my command.  He fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before and when I stood up, his cum dripped a little on a package below me.  If you got a sticky package last week, my apologies.  That was just me fucking the delivery guy in his van.  And loving every second of it.