The Courier

I heard the dog bark in the main part of the house. There was nothing unusual about that. He would bark at anything that moved within a 10 mile radius. But the continuous barking suggested it was either horses going past or a vehicle coming down the drive. Hearing the crunch of stones on the drive, I knew it must be the latter. I assumed it was the guys coming to their tractor shed. I call it the tractor shed, although from what I have seen come out of it from time to time it contained all manner of machinery, and from the size of the building, the term ‘shed’ did it a disservice. It was enormous.

I was painting the apartment ready to let it out for summer visitors. The apartment had its own entrance and would make an ideal holiday let; the additional income would certainly be handy. I had the front door partly open to let a bit of light and air into the place.

As was my wont when painting in the summer, I was wearing just a flimsy translucent coverall with only my birthday suit on underneath. Quite what anybody might be able to see I wasn’t sure, but as I was alone it seemed a moot point.

I thought no more about the arrival of the vehicle until there was a knock on the apartment door.

“Hello…” called this female voice.

Shit, I thought. What to do… There was nowhere for me to hide. With my paintbrush in hand as some kind of defensive weapon, I called back rather hesitantly, “Hi”.

The door opened a little further, and the courier started to come in, peering about. Then she saw me. “Shall I pop it in here,” she said. Not waiting for an answer, she opened the door fully. As she stepped into the apartment she must have noticed my attire was less than it at first appeared.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting…” I didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t seem to be the least bit phased. In fact she was staring at my crotch. I wasn’t sure how much she could see, but under her intense scrutiny it was getting harder, and I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, to boot. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to use the paintbrush to cover my embarrassment – to little avail.

She put the package on the floor, and walked over to me. She took the brush from me, still looking at what was by now a noticeable bulge. Placing the brush on the newspaper beside the paint tin, she returned and rubbed my erection. Then she started to unzip my coverall, from my neck all the way down, past my naval, being careful not to snag it in my dick and balls. She proceeded to remove it from my shoulders, down my body and over my feet until I was stark naked in front of her.

Still saying nothing and still staring at my dick, she started to remove her own clothes. Up till then I had been too wrapped up in my own embarrassment to really notice her. She was really attractive, of an age that I found difficult to determine, although I would have guessed it was similar to mine, the right side of thirty. I just stared at her, smiling. She had lovely black wavy hair, dark, bright eyes, several rings in each ear, and a wicked, sensual smile. Her eyes seemed to see right into my soul. She first untied and removed her work boots. As she removed her uniform, I noticed she didn’t shave her armpits, and she wore just a pink lacy bra with matching panties. They were a stark contrast to her rather macho uniform. She had a magnificent figure.

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It fell to the floor showing off two delicious C-cup breasts with dark nipples. As she removed her panties, and I caught a glimpse of her mound covered in very short, very curly black pubes. She was certainly very beautiful. It was all I could do to keep myself in check.

I had purchased a new bed and mattress for the apartment, and she grabbed my hand and led me towards the bed. The polythene cover was still on the mattress and there was no bedding, but that was no hindrance. As we half-lay and half-sat there side by side the polythene made a crinkling sound every time we moved, but it didn’t put us off either.

She ran a hand through my chest hair and thumbed a nipple, and I leaned over and kissed her, closing my eyes. Her lips parted and our tongues explored each other’s mouths for several minutes, as with one hand I massaged one of her breasts and gently brushed the nipple. When the kiss ended I continued massaging her breast with one hand and sucked on the nipple of the other, taking my time.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her short and curlies, and then back and forth along her thighs. Then felt between her legs. She was wet, and she moaned as I brushed her clit. She opened her legs wider to allow me to insert my finger into her pussy. I explored inside her for some while, and rubbed her G-spot. She squealed and grabbed my hard dick, massaging it slowly. It was my turn to moan. We played with each other for several minutes.

Then she lay back on the mattress, pulling me to her. She rubbed the head of my dick along her pussy lips, then guided my member inside her. She wrapped her legs round me and drew me in. As I thrust in and out she murmured in time with the rhythm. I grunted and groaned.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

After a while, as I felt myself nearing the point of no return, I hoped she was ready, too. And then the final push – and she shuddered as I erupted inside her.

Before clambering off, I kissed her hard and gazed into her bright eyes and smiled, each in our own thoughts.

As we were lying there, her mobile phone rang.

“Oh, shit!” she said, getting off the bed and fumbling around in her uniform that was lying on the floor. “Phoebe,” she answered.

I could hear a male voice at the other end. Although I couldn’t hear what he said, he sounded rather gruff.

“Yes, I’m still there. I had bad stomach cramps. The guy let me rest here and use his loo.”

The voice at the other end sounded more conciliatory now, and sounded as though he was giving instructions.

“Yes, guv,” she said. “Maybe twenty minutes.” Looking over to me, she winked.

When she had hung up, she explained to me. “Sorry, I had to take your name in vain. The office know the location of all their vans all the time, so I can’t claim to be elsewhere. As you heard me explain, I had to say I got caught unwell, and you ministered to me.”

“Well, it’s not so far from the truth,” I grinned.

“Cheeky,” she said. “Anyway, I got away with that and I’ve been told to return to the depot when I feel up to it and take the rest off the day off sick. I guess we have time for another…” Her voice trailed off. “If you want?”

I didn’t answer. I just took her in my arms again and kissed her.

We made love again.

Lying there in post-coital bliss, I said, “Phoebe, that’s a pretty name.”

She smiled. “Thank you. It can be more of a handicap at times. I do get the piss taken sometimes. I prefer just ‘Fee’.”

She climbed off the bed, and I watched her as she got dressed again, while I donned my flimsy overalls that I now knew left nothing to the imagination.

I walked with her back to the van, and hugged and kissed her.

As she got in the driving seat, I asked, “Will I see you again?”

“Oh, yes!” she replied as she started the engine. And with that she blew me a kiss and drove off.

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