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I’m really not that much of a voyeur. As a delivery guy for UPS, after the first few months of peeking into windows and through open doors, it got a bit boring. Most of the living rooms and entry halls looked pretty much the same, and most people lead pretty dull lives. Still, I did once see a woman fucking herself with a banana.
We don’t get laid as much as you’d think, either. Some of the office girls at my regular stops might be interested, but they would want wining and dining first. I’d had enough of that with my last girlfriend, who would only put out after a wearying romantic evening. The horny housewives I’d heard about were mostly fat slobs in stretch pants.
It was one of my last deliveries on a Friday afternoon. The house was a fairly frequent stop. This girl seemed to work from home; she was always there, and often answered the door in a phone headset. She also wore mostly stretch pants and sweats, but she was a skinny little thing. I loaded her two boxes onto the hand truck and wheeled up to the front steps. It was a warm day, and the front door was open. I needed a signature, so went up the steps to ring the bell.
Through the glass top of the screen door, I could see she was lying on a lounge chair. Her knees were up, one crossed, with a big book propped against her thighs. Her crotch seam was split, and I could see little ginger curls peeking out . She was a natural redhead. Nice perk for the end of the week, so I took a long look before I knocked.
As she came to the door, sunlight from the window outlined her figure through the light t-shirt. Skinny, hardly any boobs at all, little hips under the stretch pants.
“I have two boxes for certified receipt,” I said as she opened the screen door. She stepped out to hold the door open as I bumped the cart up inside.
“Where do you want these, ma’am?” I asked politely.
“In the office, I think.” She bent over to pick up the top box and staggered back from the weight. I caught her with a hand on her shoulder and one on her butt. Her ass cheek was soft, barely the size of my hand.
“Maybe I’d better take these in for you?”
“Let me put the dog out first.” She had one of those split dutch doors between her living room and kitchen, and a big German Shepherd had his front feet perched on top of it. He wasn’t barking, but his teeth were long and white as he grinned at me. As she led him out, he stuck his long nose into her crotch, like dogs do. He’d lifted the back of her t-shirt but I couldn’t get a glimpse of the split.
She had a nice house, mostly antiques I thought, so I didn’t want to wheel the hand truck through it. I waited for her to come back in before I grabbed the first box. Another door led into her office, and she squeezed ahead of me to clear off a spot on her desk. Regretfully, she didn’t have to bend over too much. As I brought in the second box, the dog poked his head through a window and barked. I jumped a little.
“Sorry about that. He’s really very sweet.” She went to the window and shoved his head out. Reaching up to close the sash, the t-shirt lifted above her little ass. Her pants were tight in her crack.
“Protective, though,” I answered.
“Well, that’s okay since I live alone,” she smiled. I wondered if she could sense my growing hard-on. I followed her back to the dutch door, where she paused. I stopped close to her butt, not quite touching.
“Let me give you a tip,” she said, “for extra service.”
“Not allowed, miss,” I answered.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
I shook my head. “But I’ll give you a tip. Your crotch seam is split.”
“Oh, that’s embarrassing.” She jerked the t-shirt lower over her butt.
I whispered, “No, it’s kind of sexy.” I couldn’t help myself, I brushed two fingers against her curly pube hairs.
“Oh!” she said. Not Oh no, or Oh stop. So I slid one finger in and stroked her slit. Soft and warm. I ran my finger around her pussy lips. Even softer. A couple of circles and she was already creaming. I slipped a second finger inside the split seam and spread her pussy juices around and around. She moaned and leaned forward against the door. I slid my other hand under her shirt and reached around to one of her tits. It was so tiny it didn’t even fill my hand, but her nipple was hard against my palm.
By now her pussy juice was dripping onto my hand, so I slid one finger into her honey hole. We moaned in unison. Jesus, it was tight and warm and wet against my finger. I pushed in deeper , pulled out slowly and back inside again. And again. Such a tight little twat. My cock was wondering if it could possibly fit, but I decided to tease him for a while. She was pushing down on my finger, trying to hold it inside her. I pulled out to my first knuckle and rimmed the edge of her hole, then shoved two fingers inside her. She arched her back and groaned, then started riding up and down my slick fingers. I tightened my grip on her baby boob and rubbed that hard nipple in rhythm with her strokes. Her little ass was pushing against my cock, but I had to get a look at this wet beaver.
I guided her into a half turn and bent her over the kitchen table next to the door. The crotch of her stretch pants was soaked, but I couldn’t see much beyond my two wet fingers. I pulled out with regret and jerked the waistband down to her knees. A hand on each ass cheek to spread her wide for a better view. The ginger curls were wet and dark now, her pussy lips pink and swollen and glistening. Creamy foam surrounded the entrance to glory. I used my knees to spread her legs wider apart, my thumbs pulling those pink lips wider too. My hands really did fit nicely on each butt cheek.
I didn’t think my cock could get any bigger or harder, and I didn’t think she could get any wetter, but still more lube juice was oozing out in front of me. I watched as a bead clung to one of her pussy curls. Her cunt really did look a wet flower and my rod really wanted in. I slid her forward on the table for a better angle and pulled the pants down to her ankles. She tried to kick them off entirely, but I liked the look so I stopped her with a grip on both legs. Her toes didn’t quite reach the floor. I unzipped slowly and dropped my shorts. She moaned and grabbed the edge of the table as I stepped inside her rucked-down tights.
I spread her snatch wide with my two hands, took aim, and punched in hard. Her warm tunnel was so tight around my cock, I stuck there in amazement. I pumped her slowly to enjoy the sensation and she started moaning with each stroke. Her pussy juice was slick on me, and foam was starting to ring around the root as I slid in and out of that little hole. A tight twat must go with tiny tits. I pushed her t-shirt up, and grabbed one bitty boob in each hand. Her nipples were hard on a soft cushion. Lemons or mangos? I squeezed my fingers hard from the base to the top, while I tried to decide.
Her little tush was pumping up and down eagerly now, so I let go and grabbed her hips. I slammed my rod in harder and deeper, and her moans changed in pitch. That wet channel was still so tight, and I swear my cock was growing bigger inside. I dove in more, trying to reach the wall of her cervix. She started quivering. With one hand on her back, I shoved her down flat. Her small tits were now mashed against the table and her moans were higher and faster. I bucked into her like a jackhammer and she started coming. Stuck deep inside that glorious tunnel, I held myself still to feel the warm wet wave of her orgasm pulse down my stick to my balls.
Her legs were still shaking when I started pumping again, heading for my own climax. A few hard thrusts into the flood tide and I was spurting my juices into her. She squeezed her pussy walls with each pulse and moaned in rhythm too. I couldn’t wait, I pulled out and looked down at that awesome cunt. Her juices were streaming down her still pulsing snatch and down her inner thighs. In a few seconds, my cum came foaming out to mingle with hers.
I moaned at the sight and clutched her again to spread her out. “You have the most amazing pussy,” I whispered.
She was still breathing fast. “Your cock was pretty amazing, too.”
“Did you forget these?” I swirled my fingers around that wet warmth and shoved one inside her slot. She gasped, “Oh, no, not again,” but I knew she didn’t mean it.
Besides, I couldn’t help myself. A second finger joined in, then a third. As I tried to jam my knuckles in too, she started that high-pitched moaning again. I pumped faster and harder and her juices and my cum slithered down my hand. Fascinated by her pulsing pussy lips, I kept it up until she was wailing and coming again and again, wrapping her quivering legs hard around my hand. Finally, she let go and fell back down on the table with her eyes closed. I tugged her t-shirt decently down below her boobs and pulled up my own shorts. I took her arms to slide her off the table and she could barely stand up. I pulled her tights up to her waist and grabbed one last feel of her small sweet butt.
“Can’t wait for my next delivery,” I grinned at her. She nodded with a little smile, her eyes still hazy and heavy-lidded.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and let myself out.
We don’t get laid as much as you’d think, either. Some of the office girls at my regular stops might be interested, but they would want wining and dining first. I’d had enough of that with my last girlfriend, who would only put out after a wearying romantic evening. The horny housewives I’d heard about were mostly fat slobs in stretch pants.
It was one of my last deliveries on a Friday afternoon. The house was a fairly frequent stop. This girl seemed to work from home; she was always there, and often answered the door in a phone headset. She also wore mostly stretch pants and sweats, but she was a skinny little thing. I loaded her two boxes onto the hand truck and wheeled up to the front steps. It was a warm day, and the front door was open. I needed a signature, so went up the steps to ring the bell.
Through the glass top of the screen door, I could see she was lying on a lounge chair. Her knees were up, one crossed, with a big book propped against her thighs. Her crotch seam was split, and I could see little ginger curls peeking out . She was a natural redhead. Nice perk for the end of the week, so I took a long look before I knocked.
As she came to the door, sunlight from the window outlined her figure through the light t-shirt. Skinny, hardly any boobs at all, little hips under the stretch pants.
“I have two boxes for certified receipt,” I said as she opened the screen door. She stepped out to hold the door open as I bumped the cart up inside.
“Where do you want these, ma’am?” I asked politely.
“In the office, I think.” She bent over to pick up the top box and staggered back from the weight. I caught her with a hand on her shoulder and one on her butt. Her ass cheek was soft, barely the size of my hand.
“Maybe I’d better take these in for you?”
“Let me put the dog out first.” She had one of those split dutch doors between her living room and kitchen, and a big German Shepherd had his front feet perched on top of it. He wasn’t barking, but his teeth were long and white as he grinned at me. As she led him out, he stuck his long nose into her crotch, like dogs do. He’d lifted the back of her t-shirt but I couldn’t get a glimpse of the split.
She had a nice house, mostly antiques I thought, so I didn’t want to wheel the hand truck through it. I waited for her to come back in before I grabbed the first box. Another door led into her office, and she squeezed ahead of me to clear off a spot on her desk. Regretfully, she didn’t have to bend over too much. As I brought in the second box, the dog poked his head through a window and barked. I jumped a little.
“Sorry about that. He’s really very sweet.” She went to the window and shoved his head out. Reaching up to close the sash, the t-shirt lifted above her little ass. Her pants were tight in her crack.
“Protective, though,” I answered.
“Well, that’s okay since I live alone,” she smiled. I wondered if she could sense my growing hard-on. I followed her back to the dutch door, where she paused. I stopped close to her butt, not quite touching.
“Let me give you a tip,” she said, “for extra service.”
“Not allowed, miss,” I answered.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
I shook my head. “But I’ll give you a tip. Your crotch seam is split.”
“Oh, that’s embarrassing.” She jerked the t-shirt lower over her butt.
I whispered, “No, it’s kind of sexy.” I couldn’t help myself, I brushed two fingers against her curly pube hairs.
“Oh!” she said. Not Oh no, or Oh stop. So I slid one finger in and stroked her slit. Soft and warm. I ran my finger around her pussy lips. Even softer. A couple of circles and she was already creaming. I slipped a second finger inside the split seam and spread her pussy juices around and around. She moaned and leaned forward against the door. I slid my other hand under her shirt and reached around to one of her tits. It was so tiny it didn’t even fill my hand, but her nipple was hard against my palm.
By now her pussy juice was dripping onto my hand, so I slid one finger into her honey hole. We moaned in unison. Jesus, it was tight and warm and wet against my finger. I pushed in deeper , pulled out slowly and back inside again. And again. Such a tight little twat. My cock was wondering if it could possibly fit, but I decided to tease him for a while. She was pushing down on my finger, trying to hold it inside her. I pulled out to my first knuckle and rimmed the edge of her hole, then shoved two fingers inside her. She arched her back and groaned, then started riding up and down my slick fingers. I tightened my grip on her baby boob and rubbed that hard nipple in rhythm with her strokes. Her little ass was pushing against my cock, but I had to get a look at this wet beaver.
I guided her into a half turn and bent her over the kitchen table next to the door. The crotch of her stretch pants was soaked, but I couldn’t see much beyond my two wet fingers. I pulled out with regret and jerked the waistband down to her knees. A hand on each ass cheek to spread her wide for a better view. The ginger curls were wet and dark now, her pussy lips pink and swollen and glistening. Creamy foam surrounded the entrance to glory. I used my knees to spread her legs wider apart, my thumbs pulling those pink lips wider too. My hands really did fit nicely on each butt cheek.
I didn’t think my cock could get any bigger or harder, and I didn’t think she could get any wetter, but still more lube juice was oozing out in front of me. I watched as a bead clung to one of her pussy curls. Her cunt really did look a wet flower and my rod really wanted in. I slid her forward on the table for a better angle and pulled the pants down to her ankles. She tried to kick them off entirely, but I liked the look so I stopped her with a grip on both legs. Her toes didn’t quite reach the floor. I unzipped slowly and dropped my shorts. She moaned and grabbed the edge of the table as I stepped inside her rucked-down tights.
I spread her snatch wide with my two hands, took aim, and punched in hard. Her warm tunnel was so tight around my cock, I stuck there in amazement. I pumped her slowly to enjoy the sensation and she started moaning with each stroke. Her pussy juice was slick on me, and foam was starting to ring around the root as I slid in and out of that little hole. A tight twat must go with tiny tits. I pushed her t-shirt up, and grabbed one bitty boob in each hand. Her nipples were hard on a soft cushion. Lemons or mangos? I squeezed my fingers hard from the base to the top, while I tried to decide.
Her little tush was pumping up and down eagerly now, so I let go and grabbed her hips. I slammed my rod in harder and deeper, and her moans changed in pitch. That wet channel was still so tight, and I swear my cock was growing bigger inside. I dove in more, trying to reach the wall of her cervix. She started quivering. With one hand on her back, I shoved her down flat. Her small tits were now mashed against the table and her moans were higher and faster. I bucked into her like a jackhammer and she started coming. Stuck deep inside that glorious tunnel, I held myself still to feel the warm wet wave of her orgasm pulse down my stick to my balls.
Her legs were still shaking when I started pumping again, heading for my own climax. A few hard thrusts into the flood tide and I was spurting my juices into her. She squeezed her pussy walls with each pulse and moaned in rhythm too. I couldn’t wait, I pulled out and looked down at that awesome cunt. Her juices were streaming down her still pulsing snatch and down her inner thighs. In a few seconds, my cum came foaming out to mingle with hers.
I moaned at the sight and clutched her again to spread her out. “You have the most amazing pussy,” I whispered.
She was still breathing fast. “Your cock was pretty amazing, too.”
“Did you forget these?” I swirled my fingers around that wet warmth and shoved one inside her slot. She gasped, “Oh, no, not again,” but I knew she didn’t mean it.
Besides, I couldn’t help myself. A second finger joined in, then a third. As I tried to jam my knuckles in too, she started that high-pitched moaning again. I pumped faster and harder and her juices and my cum slithered down my hand. Fascinated by her pulsing pussy lips, I kept it up until she was wailing and coming again and again, wrapping her quivering legs hard around my hand. Finally, she let go and fell back down on the table with her eyes closed. I tugged her t-shirt decently down below her boobs and pulled up my own shorts. I took her arms to slide her off the table and she could barely stand up. I pulled her tights up to her waist and grabbed one last feel of her small sweet butt.
“Can’t wait for my next delivery,” I grinned at her. She nodded with a little smile, her eyes still hazy and heavy-lidded.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and let myself out.
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