surrender

Kristin and Mark didn’t speak of the incident at all through the weekend. They did the usual chores , talked about work, and some minor house repairs. Kristin was confused. Mark didn’t seem mad at her, instead, he was remarkably solicitous through the rest of the weekend. He cooked and did the dishes, hugged her through the night and into the mornings. She tried to initiate sex, but he seemed uninterested and unwilling. Not really rejecting her, per se, but the act perhaps. By Monday morning, they were back to their old routine, and Mark was up and out early again.



Kristin lay in bed wondering what to do. Last week she had planned for some time early this week for play during the day again. Her flexible, work from home independent contractor job, was nice for this, since she didn’t have to punch a clock, only meet certain deadlines. But the events of the weekend had left her confused and she wasn’t even sure she was in the mood. Slowly, she rose from bed and made her way to the shower. It had been nearly a week since she had shaved and trimmed, and so, in spite of no plan she carefully shaved her legs. As each stroke revealed the smooth, soft skin of her body, Kristin felt the uncertainty of the situation peel away. Mark had not seemed angry or upset. But it was clear that something about the encounter had bothered him. She wondered if perhaps he thought he had hurt her either emotionally or physically. Or maybe he was uncomfortable with that side of her. Or possibly, that side of him?



As she slowly lathered up her pubic area, Kristin’s desire began to well up again. She replayed the feeling of being bent over the sink, and Mark’s firm hands as he pounded her. She needed to be taken. To be fucked like that. And she would get what she wanted.



Having decided, in the shower, what she wanted for the day, Kristin donned another sundress. They were sexy, and made all kinds of things easy. Leaving her panties off, made her feel naughty and excited, ready for whatever she found that turned her on. She made a list of errands she needed to get done and she hopped into the car and headed off.



She started at the library, returning a few books and browsing a little in the new books section and the romance novel section. The place was dead, and while the idea of sex in the stacks was an ongoing fantasy, it wasn’t going to happen this morning. She took a couple books to check out and then headed off to her next errand.



Her next stop was the office supply store. There were not many more people here, but she saw a businessman walking in just ahead of her. He looked to be about 45 years old, remarkably handsome with broad shoulders, a nice butt and a classic GQ face. He had on what were clearly the pants from a pricey suit and a red tie that screamed “power tie.” She giggled a little as she imagined grabbing him by the tie and kissing him.



She maneuvered over to the businessman’s aisle and pretended to browse the shelves. He was in the aisle with file folders, hanging folders, accordion folders and such. At first, he hardly registered her, but as she slowly browsed down the aisle, Kristin caught him taking a lingering look. When his eyes darted to her, she bent at the waist to look at something on the bottom shelf. She didn’t really catch his expression, but when she straightened up and glanced over at him, he seemed much less focused on file folders. His glances her way became more frequent, and they lingered longer and longer. She smiled; it felt so good to see a man look at her that way.



Slowly, Kristin closed the gap between the two of them. He pretty much stayed put, pretending to carefully read each of the descriptions on boxes of file folders. When she only a few steps from him, she turned so that her back was to him and bent over again. She could see him turn and look at her ass. She straightened up again, and then turned to find him fiercely studying the product description of tabbed manila folders. “Do you see anything you like?” She asked, with just a playful hint in her voice.



Startled , the man turned and quickly said, “well, um, uh, I guess these will do.” And with that, he walked away. Kristin realized that he probably didn’t want to be caught ogling her, and frankly the office supply store was an unlikely place for a hook up. His lingering looks had been nice though. She enjoyed feeling desired.



After checking out at the office supply store, Kristin drove to a high rise office building to drop off the project she had completed the week before at the client’s office. She certainly did not want to get involved with a client, and frankly, she giggled, Mrs. Torrent – the client – was really not her type. So Kristin had pushed the excitement from her flirting down while she drove to the building. As she came through the tunnel from the parking lot to the elevator lobby, she saw the man from the office supply store, now wearing his suit coat, just pushing the button to call the elevator. There was something about a suit that could just make her insides melt. She caught up and hopped on the carriage just behind him. His eyebrows rose as he pushed a floor two below her selection and he recognized her. “So,” his voice more confident than in the store, “do you work here or are you just following me?” His slight chuckle at the end betrayed some hope in his voice that she was, indeed, following him.



Kristin held up the report, “I’m dropping this off to Torrent & Molden, I do freelance work.” She looked at him and with her best flirty look said “Do you think there’s anything I could do for you?” She almost winked at him, but decided that would be too forward.



The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile and he looked briefly at his watch. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a business card just as the elevator stopped at his floor. “I have a little time this morning, if you want to discuss…” he paused and gave her a look that almost stopped her heart “what you could do for me, stop by on your way out.” He handed her the card and stepped of the elevator. The door closed as she watched him walk away.



Kristin’s heart pounded with excitement. She took the card: Richard DeWitte was a lawyer, specializing in corporate contracts, and likely had no need for her type of work. THalche look he had given her was filled with desire and power. Almost as though he expected her to just follow him, right then. She was actually a little scared; this might be more than she bargained for.



As the doors opened on her floor, she got off and went to Kathy Torrent’s office. “I’ve got your project all done” she announced as she poked her head through the door after her knock was answered.



“Oh good!” Kathy exclaimed, ” I need that this afternoon for a meeting.”



They chatted for a moment about the details and as they started to say goodbye, Kristin pulled out the business card and asked “Do you know anything about the lawyer, Richard DeWitte? I just met him in the elevator and he might have some work for me.”



Kathy looked puzzled and then shrugged, “Well, he’s incredibly successful and from what little I know, a pretty good guy. I’ve never heard any bad talk about him, although a few people have said he’s quite the ladies man.” Then she smiled conspiratorially, “Which is understandable, he’s damn hot if you ask me.” Her wink made them both giggle. Kristin’s stomach was filling with butterflies as her mind contemplated stopping off on the way down. It was a little bit dangerous, and a lot a bit exciting. If she didn’t like the situation, she could always just get up and leave.



Kristin took the elevator down the two floors and got off. Richard’s office suite was larger than Kathy’s, taking up nearly half the floor and the receptionist was a gorgeous young blonde woman. Kristin felt her excitement waiver. There is no way he was really attracted to me, he’s probably banging his receptionist and half the women in this building. Her doubts made her stop about ten feet from the front desk. She was about to turn and run back to the elevator, when the receptionist said “Hi, can I help you find someone?”



Kristin took a deep breath, “Well, I met Mr. DeWitte on the elevator, and he suggested that he might have some freelance work for me?” She cursed herself inside for her little girl hopeful voice that had taken over.



But the receptionist only smiled and said “Oh, sure, I think he’s free this morning, let me just buzz him.”



A moment later, Kristin found herself being led back to a small executive lounge with huge windows looking out over the city. The room had a couch and few large soft chairs grouped around a low table. It was clearly the kind of place movers and shakers met to talk over big deals. She settled tenuously on the couch, unsure and somewhat out of her element. A few minutes later, Richard DeWitte entered the room and closed the door. He turned to face her and his eyes roved her body while his face registered a desire so burning and powerful that she felt it in the pit of her stomach. It sent tingles through her body. Their eyes locked and part of her wanted to stand and just grab him by his tie, but she resisted.



He sat down in one of the chairs opposite her. “I’m glad you stopped by, you’ve been on my mind since our meeting in the store this morning.”



His voice was so even, that she could for a moment believe they were simply talking about the weather or something. “Oh? And what, exactly did you have in mind after meeting me in the store?” She asked, her eyes flitting from his face to the rest of his body.



He paused a moment, looking right into her eyes, clearly gauging a response and then with complete conviction said “Fucking you.”



The words were so powerful, his gaze so revealing, and so in tune with her thinking that they caught her completely off guard. Kristin’s mouth opened, and while she wanted to be cool and say something like ‘well, what’s stopping you big boy’ what came out was simply, “Well, OK.” Her face flushed red with embarrassment, not at accepting his invitation, but because she wanted to appear more sophisticated.



Richard stood, his erection now apparent in his suit pants, and with one swift motion kicked the coffee table between them out of the way. Kristin began to stand and he reached his arm behind her and pulled her up against him. She could feel his bulge pushed against her, as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her against him. Richard began to kiss her with a firey passion she had only read about. His tongue delved deep and swirled with hers, while his lips pressed firmly against her mouth. She moaned with her desire.



Richard’s hands began to slide and caress her body. Gathering the fabric of her skirt, he slid one hand under it and grasped her bare ass. His moan registered his surprise at her lack of panties, while Kristin’s echoing whimper revealed her pleasure from feeling his hands upon her bare skin. The stood, embracing, his hands roving her body at will, for another moment. Their passionate kisses punctuated by their moans of pleasure.



Slyly and swiftly, Richard unzipped the back of her dress and deftly released the clasps of her bra. Taking one step back, his fingers brushed up her bare spine and swept the material off her shoulders. With a shrug, Kristin aided the maneuver and her dress and bra fell to the floor, circling her feet. She stood, naked, before him.



Kristin did not wait; she reached out and grabbed his belt and pants. Her fingers trembling with fear, excitement and desire, she began to open the package she wanted. Richard reached out and gently began to caress her bare breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through her nipples and spine. His fingers began to tease and tweak at her hardening nipples and Kristin began to find it difficult to concentrate on the buckle and buttons. She was nearly ready to give up, when his pants opened and began to slide down, revealing his dark blue boxers and his thick cock poking through the opening.



Smiling, she pushed the waistband down until it fell around his ankles. Her fingers reached out and wrapped around his shaft. She looked up into his face. His eyes danced with happiness and enjoyment as they met hers. Stepping even closer to her, he gently pushed her back onto the couch, where she fell, sprawling slightly against the back. Richard stood above her, and quickly shrugged off his coat and removed his tie. Kristin watched, her fingers dancing across her body as he revealed his by taking off his shirt. His body was athletic, she could see the sinewy muscles of an active man. His shoulders were broad, with just a little definition. His cock, now sticking out of his fly completely, was thick and throbbing with his heartbeat. Her fingers slid to her pussy and began to caress her lips and tease her clit.



Her heart raced as she felt Richard’s eyes ravish her body. She ached to feel his hands and cock take her the way his gaze had. And then he knelt between her legs, one hand grabbing behind each knee, pushing her further onto her back, and spreading her wide before him. Her mind willed his cock toward her pussy, wanting to be filled by its thickness. But then his head bent and his mouth found her mons. He kissed the soft pad of flesh, just above her slit and then followed the crease of her leg, his lips brushing the freshly shaved sensitive skin of her sex, teasing her with what might come. Down one side, until he kissed the place between her ass and pussy. Then back up the other side. “Please,” Kristin moaned and gasped, “lick me there.”



Richard looked up at her briefly, a wicked smile on his lips. His head bent and his tongue just barely touched her between her pussy and ass. Slowly, so slowly that she wanted to scream, and lightly, so lightly that at times she thought he wasn’t even touching her, his tongue slid up along her slit. As he reached the top, where her aching clit was screaming for his attention, it disappeared. Kristin gasped “please….please…” she begged.



Again, Richard’s tongue began the slow, long lick from her ass. He pressed only slightly harder this time, the torture was exquisite. Kristin wanted to reach down and grab his head and push him into her. Her clit was aching with desire, and he pussy wanted something in it: something thick and hard.



As he finished his third wicked teasing lick, he paused then swirled his tongue around her clit. His lips closed against her, and she felt him sucking her clit against his tongue. Her body began to shake, and her hands closed over his head to urge him deeper.



She felt his hand leave her right thigh and grasp her wrist. He firmly guided her hand to her leg. Kristin took the hint and let his head go, his tongue still swirling around her clit, she was beginning to feel the warm, deep sensations of her building orgasm. His hands slid down her legs as she took up the duty of holding them up and apart, spreading herself open for him. As he reached her crotch, she felt his finger slide into her pussy. “Yesssss…” she hissed as he filled her.



Richard’s tongue and lips continued their attention to her clit as he began to finger fuck her. First one, then two fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Kristin could feel her juices running down her ass as her whole existence vibrated with her arousal. And when his finger brushed her anus, she squealed. She had never been touched there before and the sensation shot through her with pleasure and some fear. But she could hardly find a way to make words as his tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She simply acquiesced to the new sensation, and the pleasure it brought as his finger began to penetrate her tight ass.



The fingers in her pussy found her g-spot and Kristin exploded. Her hips bucked against the intruding fingers and his face. She could only gasp and grunt as her body overwhelmed her mind with intense pulses of orgasmic pleasure. She came so hard it almost hurt.



As her hips slowed and her breathing followed, she felt his tongue and fingers leave her. His hands slid up her inner thighs, and then back down until he grasped her hips. She looked down and saw that his boxers had been pushed to the floor. His balls, full and heavy, were covered in a dark fur, matching his original hair color. His cock thick and purple betrayed his excitement. He entered her swiftly and easily, his firm hands pulling her hips against him.



Kristin dropped her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His eyes were closed as hips and body fell into a building rhythm. With each thrust he pounded into her with greater force and speed. His cockhead hit her g-spot each time and she began to feel herself beginning to ride the wave of a second orgasm. His face registered only the exquisite joy of the sensation and she could hear his breaths coming faster and deeper.



And then, swiftly, he stopped. His hands prying her legs off him he stood suddenly and Kristin, her eyes wide and desperate, cried “Wait, why?”



Richard’s face showed the difficulty he faced in deciding to stop, but his hand reached out to her. She took it, confused and almost desperate. He led her to the window and then turned her and pushed her toward it. His hands grasping her waist, he growled, “Spread your legs for me.”



Kristin complied almost automatically and leaned against the cool glass, supported by her hands. God yes, her mind raced. She felt so richly slutty, seeing the city spread out before her, as she was spread for him. Knowing that people in some of the buildings around her might be able to see her getting fucked hard made her both terrified and uniquely aroused. Richard grasped her hips and he thrust himself deep into her again, his movements forceful and passionate. Kristin pushed back against him, her chest meeting the glass as his force pounded into her again and again. She began to shake with another orgasm, as her mind fantasized about people in the offices across the city watching their wanton display.



Just as she was about to cum, he stopped and slipped out, “Nooooo…keep going” she hissed as his hand left her hip.



Then Kristin felt his cock pushing her ass cheeks apart. “Wait…” she panted, unable to move because she was off balance against the glass, “I…I’ve never…” she stuttered.



She wasn’t sure she was willing to be fucked there, but the idea also aroused her and then Richard hissed “This is what crossed my mind in the store, fucking your gorgeous ass, you little slut….”



His words shot through her light lightning. Kristin’s sex throbbed at being called a slut and her ass tingled as she felt his head begin to push against her tight opening. She pushed back against him as he slid deeper and deeper into her. The pain of his thick cock in her tight ass made her gasp and whimper, but her mind grasped upon how amazing it felt to hear him want her so fully. She needed this, to be used, taken in every hole, by a strong man who wanted her.



Kristin dropped one hand from the window, supporting herself against it with her chest and shoulder. She began to finger herself, finding her sensitive clit first and then sliding deeper to fill her pussy. She could feel Richards cock through the back wall of her tunnel as it began to slowly slide in and out of her aching ass. He started with short, gentle strokes, but his speed and intensity grew with each thrust. As her pain gave way to pleasure and her fingers found her spot, Kristin exploded her orgasm like none she had experienced before. She could hear Richard groan as her hips rolled and bucked against him. She felt his hands pull her against him as he filled her dark tunnel with his cum.



In a moment she was spent, her body wracked with the pleasure of orgasm, his cock softening in her ass. Her breath began to slow as he slipped from inside of her. She scanned the buildings and streets below, to see if anyone was watching. But none were easily identifiable. Richard stepped away from her slightly sore ass. Kristin slowly stood and turned around, her holes dripping with their cum. He looked at her, somewhat sheepishly, similar to the startled look when she had asked him in the store if he saw anything he liked.

There are two things that I love about internet shopping; the fact that you can buy almost anything you want and do so with a high degree of anonymity, and the fact that items bought get delivered direct to your doorstep.



Not only is this very convenient, particularly when your purchases are likely to be a little …unusual; but also it gives you the chance to play games with the delivery man.



I should explain. My name is Christina, on the outside I am a typical woman who clearly works in an office environment. By my looks people rightly assume that I am a more senior Personal Assistant, probably working for someone quite important. I dress well, conservatively and smart.



I have always liked to take care of my looks and attire and think that when working for a senior manager it is my duty to look my best, to be feminine but in no way to look tarty or obvious.



All this is true but it is only a part of the story. Underneath this formal and conservative exterior lies something very different. For example, I always wear the very best lingerie, satin or silk, sheer and very erotic. I never let work colleagues know this of course — that would be wrong — it is something that I do for myself.



The feel of sheer nylon stockings rubbing together as I cross my legs under my desk is just wonderful as is the slight breeze I can feel when walking to work if I am wearing a thong — my bare bottom sliding against the satin slip I always wear under my pencil skirts.



Underneath the frosty prim exterior I smolder.



I continually fantasise about someone being bold enough to touch me, to notice the stocking clasps outlined on my skirt and to flirt with me, to stroke me, to arouse me and ultimately to set me on fire.



But this is not all, for underneath the pencil skirts and the pretty blouses; inside the satin French knickers, the corsets and the seemed stockings is someone more than your average woman. I have a secret that very few know about except for the occasional very luck delivery man.



I have an alter ego who has a boys name, but he does not come into this tale at all.



Internet Shopping



All my lovely clothes, the skirt suits and the lingerie are all delivered to my front door. It is so much easier and more discrete than going to the high street myself.



My house is set back from the road with a short drive through large mature shrubs blocking the road from view. Most delivery vans come into the drive and park on the large gravel area in front of the house. This gives a sort of privacy to the delivery; no one else walking past can see my front door, it is just me and the delivery man.



Now, I must tell you that I am quite particular about taking deliveries. Having had a few problems in the past about returning things that I had signed for I absolutely insist on inspecting all items before I sign for them.



After all, when you sign you are effectively stating that you are receiving the goods you ordered (sadly not always the case) and that they are in good condition (generally true if you are smart enough to shop from big brand names with a reputation to protect).



As a result of this “pickiness” most of the large delivery companies have made a note to deliver to me at the end of the round rather than the beginning and to allow extra time for pretty Christina to check everything.



I do understand that this could be a little annoying for a driver who is in a hurry to get somewhere or who does not appreciate standing on my doorstep, rain or shine, while I check everything over so I always invite them into my hall, offer them a seat and of course a drink of coffee or cold water depending on the weather.



My house is quite old, it is actually a listed building, and the hall has polished parquet on the floor, interlocking wooden blocks that make a lovely noise when wearing heals, there is something very sexy for me to hear the crisp clack of my heals on this floor.



So it was, on this particular Wednesday afternoon as I went to answer the door. I had taken a half day off as I was expecting some new clothes. Summer was well and truly here and I had ordered some pretty summer print dresses.



I was excited to that the delivery was here and eager to get to the door and you never know the driver might be tasty. The often were not of course in which case I would just have the pleasure of my new clothes but if he was good looking then there might be even more fun to be had.



I was wearing a summer frock from last year, a large floral pattern on a white background, sleeveless, fitted under the bust and across the stomach (which I always think shows my figure to its best) and then flowing from the waist to just above the knee. Very English country garden and most appropriate for the rather hot weather we were enjoying. Underneath I had a pretty matching lacy bra and French Knickers set, the bra making the most of my bust and the knickers nice and loose so that I could enjoy the cooling breeze under my skirt. Last but not least a matching suspender belt and seamed black stockings — very 1920s.



I reached the front door and opened it wide to see the delivery van there on the drive and the driver with his back to me admiring the garden. He was wearing a pair of brown, uniform trousers and a matching polo shirt, as he turned to me I noticed it had his company’s logo on it and was pleasantly tight fitting.



Pleasant for me that is; it looked rather too close fitting and hot for this weather and he looked uncomfortable.



“Ah, here you are? My package I assume?”



“If you are Miss Smith, er Christina Smith then yes it is.” He glanced at the label of a medium sized package which he then tucked under his arm so he could offer me his fancy pda thing to sign.



“I’ve not seen you before, ummmm Glenn,” it was neatly stitched on the breast of his polo shirt, “I am afraid I never sign for anything until I have checked it fully first.”



And I was also starting to check Glenn too. Not too young (and probably inexperienced) but not too old to raise my pulse slightly. Reasonably trim but broad across the shoulders with a most manly chest.



“Why don’t you come inside and out of the sun whilst I check every thing through.”



“Thank you Madam that would be nice.”



I stepped back to allow him to pass, and of course for me to continue checking him out as he entered the darkness of the hall.



“What a lovely house you have madam, it must be old, and it is lovely and cool in this weather.”



“I know, it’s a blessing really but barely compensates for the crippling heating bills in the winter. Would you like a glass of water while I check the package?”



“That would be kind madam, if it’s not inconvenient.”



I left him standing just by the front door and walked away from him towards the kitchen, well I sort of sashayed actually making sure that my movement made the most of the free flowing nature of the summer dress. I was imagining myself on a catwalk making the most of my assets.



I was back in a couple of minutes, he was still there holding the parcel and looking a little uncomfortable.



Why don’t you sit down over there; I pointed to the carved old church pew that was against one wall. He sat down with the parcel on his lap.



“Shall we swap” I said offering him the glass of water.



“Oh yes, of course.” He held the parcel out to be and we swapped over. I then went to the empty piece of pew next to him, put the box down and bent over it. Now I am not a total hussy you understand but I do know how to make the best of what I have in a discrete and polite way. So when I bent over the parcel my legs were straight with my knees locked which meant that my shapely bottom was right in his line of sight. I noticed his involuntary little look. Hmmm interesting.



I peeled the delivery note off the box and then, with a delicate letter opener, I slit around the top of the package and opened it.



“OK, the note says 3 summer dresses so lets see. One, two, three.” I lifted each one out as I counted.



“If you will bare with me I just have to check that they are the right size and then I will release you. I smile a cheeky smile at him as I said this and he chuckled.



“Why thank you madam, that would be most kind.” He even tugged an imaginary forelock as he said this.



I took the top dress and headed across the hall to the back of the house. “I’ll be right back.” I would have taken them all if the delivery man was not attractive but this one definitely was and I wanted to string this out and tease him so it would be one dress at a time.



I left the hall and entered the large living room. This was very carefully set up and very cleverly arranged. On the wall by the door just inside the living room as a large gilt framed mirror almost 6 foot in length and from where he was sitting, or more to the point from where I had seated him, he could see most of the living room in the reflection.



I walked into the middle of the room and stood with my back to the mirror, reached behind my back and expertly lowered the zip on the dress I was wearing. I shrugged the top off my shoulders and down my front and to the floor. Whilst holding the shoulder straps I stepped out of it.



If he cared to look he could see my back, my bra straps and my rounded bottom covered in pretty black lacy French knickers. And off course the matching suspender belt and black seamed stockings.



And of course he did care to look, as I knew he would. I snuck a little look under my arm as I bent over to pull up the new dress. I could see him staring intently in the mirror as I straightened out my arms through the dresses shoulder straps and did the zip up at the back.



Although I could easily have managed it myself I choose not to quite do the zip up all the way. I was going to test how much fun this chap could be.



I re-entered the hall and walked straight over to him.



“This one seems OK but could you just do the zip up so that I can check?” I turned my back to him and as he reached up to clasp the zip I leaned back so that I was much closer to him than he expected and his face was against the back of my neck, sort of in my hair. I heard him inhale and I smiled at the fore thought I had had to put a little perfume behind my ears and at the back of my neck. He would be enjoying that.



“There you are madam.”



“Thank you — well …… what do you think?”



“Oh, right. Well, it seems to fit you fine.”



“Is that all? At this price it should knock you off your feet.”



“Well, I er, well I did not want to be forward madam. It looks beautiful on you”



“OK well I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get. Lets hope the rest are better. Would you unzip me.”



I turned my back to him again so he could lower the zip. I noticed that he lowered it much further down than it had been when I came through. This could be interesting, he is certainly bold enough.



I walked back into the living room with the second dress in my hand. This one was similar to the first but was more fitted across the stomach almost like a girdle in fact which felt fabulous and might just work in my favour with this delivery man.



I took the first dress off and put the second one on in exactly the same way as I had before and again I check that he was looking. I was not disappointed.



Again, I did not fully zip myself up and returned to the hall with the dress loose around my shoulders and midriff. I walked over to him, he was already standing waiting for me and now was more bold and obvious in looking me up and down. I did also wonder if his trousers were really supposed to hang as they were — they looked rather uncomfortable, even rather tight.



I turned my back to him again.



“If you would be so kind.”



This time he zipped me up very slowly using his right hand while his left hand rested on my waist just above my hip. His hand felt huge. His thumb was on my back and his fingers seemed to reach almost to my belly button. Hmmm it also felt very nice.



Without moving away from him I turned my head to the side so I could speak to him rather than to the room.



“Now this one is supposed to be very closely fitted across the front. What do you think?”



As I hadn’t turned to allow him to look he did exactly what I hoped he would do. His left hand moved further round my body and across my front feeling the tightness of the dress over my stomach. At the same time his right hand came around from the other side.



I arched my back, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and making my bottom move back into him. There was definitely something happening in his trousers that was not in the delivery company’s standard manual.



“It seems just right to me Madam. Fits like a glove.” He did not move away or stop holding me. I looked across the hall where another large mirror was strategically placed and could see that he had his head bent over my shoulder and was looking at my front — clearly enjoying the experience.



“Right then, just the last one to try on.” I sounded rather breathless and slightly husky. Not an attempt at seduction but actually the only way I could speak just then.



I stepped forward ever so slightly and his hands slid back around my sides and up to the zip which he again undid. This time he lowered it all the way down to the base of my spine, to the top of my French Knickers.



I did not walk away. I shrugged my shoulders ever so slightly and the dress cascaded to the floor to lie piled at my feet. Without moving I casually kicked it across the floor and reached down for the last remaining dress resting on the top of the packaging.



“Just this one left then.”



“Yes Madam.” He was very close behind me, almost touching me, I could feel the heat of him on my back.



I unzipped the dress in readiness and bent over, as I had done in the other room. As I stepped into the dress I made sure I did not step forward but of course my bottom moved backwards and was pushed into the, poor, hapless and clearly aroused, delivery man.



I am sure it was only a reflex that made him reach out with both hands and grasp me by my hips, perhaps to stop him falling back wards. Whatever caused it I was grateful. I stopped where I was, half the way to upright with my bottom pushed firmly into his obvious erection.



With his hands around my waist his thumbs started to slowly circle across my lower back, a very sensual feeling which caused me to issue a slight, but clearly audible moan.



“Are you OK there Madam?”



“Oh I am just fine here thank you young Sir. Would you do me up please, there’s a good chap.”



I eventually and slowly straightened up, the air was almost electrically charged. I put my arms into the shoulder straps of the dress and continued to straighten without moving my bottom even a millimeter from where is was against his obvious and fairly substantial manhood.



“This one is also meant to be tight across the bodice.” I hoped it was true, actually I didn’t really care I just wanted him to hold me and touch me.



His hands again moved around my waist in a pincer movement passing each other across my front until I was held closely and firmly into him. They then started to move back and downwards, over my thighs where he could feel the clasps on my suspender belt and then back up again.



As his hands came up the loose flowing dress rode up with it. In the hall mirror I could see my stockings being exposed, then their tops and the white patch of bare thigh above them and then my pretty and dainty French Knickers.



No, not only was it obvious that he was aroused — I seemed to have some sort of scaffold pole pressed into my bottom, but it was pretty obvious that I was too. Now was the moment of truth. How would he react?



“Well, well my dear, what have we hear?” the fingers of one hand brushed delicately across the front of my knickers tracing the outline of my erection, playfully touching its sensitive end and noticing the distinctly moist patch I had made on the front of my beautiful lingerie.



“Is there something you have been hiding from me?” As he said this he moved his head into the crook of my neck and planted a feather light kiss on the soft skin just beneath my ear.



“What lovely perfume too.” He kissed me again and I rolled my head exposing my whole throat to him. His hands now moved behind my back and started to unzip the dress again. At this point I was beyond resistance. As the dress hit the floor I turned slowly around without moving away from him and slid my arms around his waist and up his back.



My hands reached his hair line and my fingers snaked into his hair pulling his head down to mine so that I could kiss him for the first time, slowly, sensually but deeply. Without saying a word I made it perfectly plain that I was his.



Now his hands were on my bottom — nothing sordid or grasping — just gently stroking the smooth rounded contours. One hand moved inside the knickers and I could not hold back a sigh.



Soon he hooked a thumb in the waist band and slowly but inexorably started to lower them. Of course they hooked almost immediately on my arousal and I had to push my bottom back to allow then to move on past, my erection springing free all of a sudden and swinging into the front of his trousers which reminded me that he was still fully dressed and I was nearly naked.



“I believe that you are rather over dressed for this party Sir.” I unbuttoned the top of his trousers and lowered the zip without any need for an invitation. The trousers fell to the floor easily enough; his briefs took a little more personal attention. What was released was firm, pleasant and of a decent size. Nothing to frighten a girl and pleasingly clean.



While we kissed again my left hand roamed over his back underneath his polo shirt and my left hand played with (and tried to measure) his erection. Almost involuntarily I moved all my weight onto my right foot so that I could lift my left leg to his waist and move my foot all the way around his back so that I could pull him towards me.



He reached between us and bent his iron bar of a cock downwards until it slid between my legs and nestled under my balls to lie against my pussy which had taken over all thought on behalf on my body and was now just focused solely in its own satisfaction to the exclusion of all other conscious thought.



My left leg dropped back to the floor — his cock was now trapped between my thighs — he was mine, he was not going anywhere.



My arms moved to around his neck — all the while his cock twitching between my thighs — I started to lift myself, fortunately he realized what was happening and he put his hands under my buttocks and lifted and I raised my feet from the ground and curled them around his back.



I was now totally open to him, he was there by the entrance of my pussy — I was his for the taking.



I buried my mouth in his neck as his cock nudged urgently at me.



Between kissed and little bites I managed a few words.



“Lube, condom, living room. Oh God take me.”



He walked me across the hall and into the living room — thank goodness it is not overlooked as the curtains were wide open and the windows are pretty much floor to ceiling.



“The dresser by the sofa.” I managed to gasp.



He laid me on the sofa, my legs wide akimbo and he opened the dresser draw and luckily he immediately found what he needed.



The lube felt cold but nice, tenderly applied, in part to ready me for him; his fingers exploring me and helping me to open for him. And then he was there at the entrance to my most private part, insistent, demanding, hard and beautiful.



Slowly I opened, uncomfortable at first but he was patient, gave me time to adapt and then just read from my body when I was ready for more. And then I had him all, he was in me to the hilt and I felt that wonderful satisfying feeling for fullness or receiving my man, giving him pleasure, taking his gift.

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