The grocery delivery guy

It was Sunday and I was home alone, my husband had left on a trip two days earlier.

The night before I’d gone out partying with two girlfriends from the office, so I was hungover and feeling really hot. I took a shower and then put on a short little nightie. I still felt warm and with all that thirst I got a craving for some ice cold orange juice, but there was none left in the fridge. So I grabbed my phone and called the market to have them deliver an order.

About 15 minutes later someone knocks on the door. I live in a six-story building, I’m on the second floor. When I go to open it, it’s the grocery store guy and he flashes me this wide smile as soon as I open the door. This guy, whenever he could, he’d be flirting with me and I wasn’t exactly indifferent because he was really handsome: tall, young, built, with dark shiny hair, attractive features that stood out especially his full lips and amazing eyebrows, along with beautifully tanned skin.

I invited him in, since the order arrived so fast I hadn’t had time to get the cash ready, so I told him to wait. I noticed something weird and got a little suspicious, he was checking out everything around him, including my legs. Anyway, when I come back with the money, I start checking the receipt and the stuff I ordered. Comparing everything I see it’s all good and I hand him the cash. He takes the opportunity to grab my hand and tells me I look really hot, asking when I’d finally agree to go out with him.

I pulled away and told him to show some respect, but that was just to hide the spark I felt when he touched my hand. He moved closer and touched my hair, said he wanted to kiss me and slid his fingers down my cleavage. He reached my breasts and opened the clasp on my nightie. To my own amazement, I let him because this situation was turning me on. The guy picked me up in his arms and started kissing me passionately. He carried me to the couch in my living room and got on top of me without stopping kissing my mouth.

Then he pulls back and kneels in front of the couch to kiss my legs, which I didn’t even notice when or how he spread them apart. He took off my thong and when I saw him bring his mouth to my crotch, I closed my eyes and my heart started racing. Then I felt his wet, warm tongue delighting itself as he kissed my flower, and I was vibrating from experiencing that erotic kiss that was leaving me defenseless. I was practically pulling my own hair from enjoying so much pleasure, because that head was the best I’d ever gotten in my life…

Anyway, then he pulled back and made me turn over. I heard him unzip his pants and he asked if I had a condom, but I told him I don’t use those things and my husband doesn’t like them. So he ran his hand through his hair and looked at me like he was seeking approval. I told him: “Go ahead, give it to me, we can’t waste this opportunity.” And saying that, he penetrated me with fury and violence. I felt such delicious pleasure that I screamed and he moved fast, going in and out of me.

This was insane and he was whispering dirty things to me, telling me I was so hot, that he wanted to fuck me like this forever. His hands on both sides of my ass, which he’d slap every now and then, and I felt like he was splitting me in two, hehe. But the pleasure was burning my insides with that thick, hot cock stoking my depths, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body…

Until we finally came together and I felt completely exhausted. I settled into the couch and he laid down next to me. Then he kissed me with so much passion and told me he had to go and not to pay for the groceries, that he’d cover it for me. That I should always call the market and order whatever I wanted, that he’d be the one to bring it. And I told him yes, that I liked his proposal.

And sometimes, when I’m home alone, I call the market and order orange juice and cheese, hehe. That’s our code. Then he comes over and gives me incredible head and makes me scream with pleasure, so much that sometimes I’m scared the neighbors will hear me.