Special Delivery

Melissa lifted her head from her book as she heard the engine outside. It was a heavy growl like a van or big truck. Setting the book aside, she hurried to the door, eager for her latest delivery.

Her hand touched the knob at the same time as the knock came. He was eager today. Smiling to herself, she slowly opened the door.

Standing on the welcome mat was a man in a familiar brown UPS uniform, a cardboard box in one hand and a clipboard in the other. "Hello there, ma'am." He said to her with a playful wink. "I need your signature for this delivery."

He was tall and long-limbed, with thinning blond hair and wire-framed glasses enlarging his sleepy blue eyes. He was far from conventionally attractive, and yet at that moment, there was no one more handsome in the world. She let her eyes trail down his long body to his shoes and then back up to meet his gaze again and grinned playfully. "I have a pen just inside, here. Come on in and I'll get you that signature."

His face split into an excited grin, and he was instantly transformed from a middle aged man to an eager little boy who had just been promised a treat. Which really wasn't so far from reality. She turned around to lead him inside, but swung around before the door finished closing, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his as she kissed him. He slumped back, causing the latch to click shut with his weight, clipboard falling to the floor as his arm circled her waist to pull her tighter.

The box pressed painfully into her belly, so she pulled back just enough to snatch it from his hands and toss it aside, instantly forgotten. His mouth tasted of mint and her tongue explored it eagerly, tangling with his own before finally pulling away again. "It may take me a minute to find that pen."

He chuckled between heavy pants. "Those pens can certainly be elusive. I lose mine all the time."

Playfully she nudged his chin up and brushed the tip of her nose across his throat. His beautiful throat. The skin was smooth and flawless except for a few creases in his skin from his neck bending. The swell of his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. The skin at the base of his throat created a perfect V with a shallow dip leading to his chest.

Her tongue snaked out and stroked the lump of his apple, the vibrations of his soft moan traveling into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider and covered the entire apple with her mouth, tongue swirling across his pale skin. She felt his pulse speed up, thumping against her lips, his breath rushing in and out as if it were coming from her own lungs, and his increasing moans echoing in the fillings of her teeth.

Lower, she felt his growing arousal pressing into her belly. She leaned back, her teeth scraping lightly against his throat as she did. "Did you get any attention this morning?"

He swallowed again before lowering his chin to look at her, his bobbing apple sending sparks of excitement through her own limbs. His irises were flared with desire as he stared at her. She almost leaned forward to kiss him again. His lips trembled slightly when he spoke, as if admitting something shameful "N-no. Not at all. I swear. Not in days now."

"Aww, you poor thing." She teased, pressing her body tighter against his and pushing her hips forward. "You know, it may take me quite some time to find that pen. Would you like to help me look for it?"

He let out a groan and lifted one arm to look at his watch. "Let me go clock out for lunch and I'll be right back."

Melissa smirked and took a step back. Her lover reached down to awkwardly readjust himself and then hurried back out the door. "Hurry back, Kyle!" She called after him, leaving the door open as she walked to the living room and sat on the couch. She heard it slam shut again before she had finished settling on the cushion.

He appeared before her again, red faced and out of breath, his chocolate brown trousers tented obviously at his groin. "I have thirty minutes." He panted. "To, uh, help you find-"

"Shut up and get your cute ass over here." She ordered, reaching out to grab his pants and pulling him to stand in front of her, then parting her legs so he could stand between her knees. Her nimble fingers plucked at the button and undid the zipper of his pants with practiced ease, then she reached up to grab the waistband, jerking pants and unders down in one smooth tug.

His hard cock popped free and pointed directly into her face like an accusing finger. Melissa felt her mouth fill with saliva as she looked at his length in full, eager to taste him again. She reached up to grasp the root, tongue stretching out to stroke the sensitive red head and causing Kyle to groan, his knees bending as he suddenly struggled to remain standing. She was about to make it even worse.

Eagerly, she opened her mouth wider and engulfed his engorged member, her tongue curling around the flesh invading her mouth, cradling it as she drew him deeper until she felt the head begin to enter her throat. Her cheeks began to concave as she sucked on him, tugging on the base as she began to slide her head back and forth.

Kyle's legs trembled and bent further, his loud moan coming from deep in his chest. "My god!" He gasped, putting a hand on the arm of the couch to steady himself.

Melissa closed her eyes and purred, enjoying the solid feel of his cock in her mouth, the slightly salty taste of his skin, the way he dominated the space of her mouth simply by being there. Her other hand slid up between his thighs until she could cup his tight balls in her palm, rolling them gently as she continued to suckle him.

Losing herself in the act, she slid her head further forward, slowly, allowing him to inch deeper into her throat while continuing to tug rhythmically at the root until her lips met her own fingers and her face burrowed against his belly. Kyle was nearly bent double over her head, barely holding himself up. She moved her own throat as to swallow the obstruction, the muscles constricting and pulling at his hard shaft.

"Please!" Kyle begged, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Too much!"

She would have sighed if she could, but she eased her grip and slid her head back, letting out a soft groan of her own as she felt his shaft sliding from the tight confines of her throat and across the flat of her tongue. She released him reluctantly, the round tip popping from her lips with a single thread of saliva still connecting them. She immediately felt the absence and barely kept herself form pulling him back.

Kyle sighed in a mixture of disappointment and relief, then swung around to collapse onto the couch beside her, his pants falling to his knees to expose more of his long, stringy legs. She slid her hand back between them, fingertips feeling the exact moment where his rough leg hair faded into smooth thigh skin and back into a thick curl of hair again. Gripping his cock once more, she bent over and took him back into her mouth, her own lustful moans bubbling up from her throat.

As she busied herself licking and sucking his long inches, Kyle's own hand began creeping over her back and down into her own lap. His long, slender fingers began to bunch up the fabric of her cotton skirt, and Melissa shifted slightly to accommodate him. The skirt was half-way up her legs when she felt Kyle's body stiffen and an audible gasp reached her ears. His already-hard cock twitched in her mouth. "You- you're wearing them! Oh God in heaven!"

Melissa stretched out her legs to further show off the sheer black hose covering her calves and thighs. A great tremor ran through Kyle's muscles as he nearly tore the cotton skirt in his need to get it out of his way. Once pulled aside, it exposed the lace tops of the thigh-high hose, held up with the thin straps of a garter belt.

Melissa raised her head again, giving his cock a fond lick before looking up to grin at him. "Of course I am. I was expecting a delivery today."

"You know I can't resist your sexy legs in black panty hose." He said weakly.

"I know." She giggled mischievously, stroking his length. They worked well together that way, both of their 'things' so compatible and easily fulfilled for each other. Melissa parted her thighs encouragingly and felt his hand slip between them moments later. His fingers found her already soaked and ready, slipping into her depths with no resistance.

Melissa moaned and pulled her legs even further apart to allow him even better access to her. Two fingers slipped inside while his thumb sought out and began rubbing her sensitive clit, making her begin rolling her hips with his movements, wanting more. She lowered her mouth back onto his cock and closed her eyes, murring deeply as he filled her mouth and pleasured her at the same time. Already aroused, she felt her climax swiftly rising with his attentions.

Suddenly she felt his hand pull away and his other hand come to rest on her back. "I'm so close. If you keep going I'm going to-"

She jerked her head back and sat up. "No. I need you inside me. Now!" She interrupted. Sitting up, she slid her body into his lap, her stocking-covered legs moving to either side of his hips. Kyle moaned and reached out to stroke one of her legs, petting it like a little kitten. "I said, now."

The delivery man was beyond words. He reached down to guide himself into her while she lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it twitch and pulse inside of her. He wasn't going to last much longer. She began to grind against his hips, their moans mingling in her ears. She could tell by his strained voice that he was going to reach his peak before she did hers, but she continued to rock against him, approaching her own climax.

His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly and pulling her tighter against him, his own hips rising up to press as tightly into her as possible. "Losing... my... con-control!" He grunted, his jaw tight. Melissa knew he wanted them to come together, he always hated to leave her unsatisfied, but that didn't mean she was going to make it easy on him.

Leaning forward, she began to run her tongue along his beautiful throat, her tongue tracing the tendons pulling at his skin. His adams apple bounced with each harsh breath. Tensing her thighs, she tightened her inner walls around his cock. She closed her lips around it and teased her tongue across his tender skin, delighting in the sandpaper pricks of his stubble against her tongue.

He tasted of sweat and faintly of a flavor she could only think of as Wildness. It made her think of clear streams, ancient forests and the mountains he was so fond of. She loved tasting the wilderness on him and feeling slightly closer to nature every time he fucked her. Feeling a little wild herself, she gently began to press her teeth into his neck, just a gentle pressure but enough to feel the resistance of his larnyx.

"I can't!" He screamed out, fingers pressing even more tightly into her hips as he pumped his hips upward one more time, pushing as deeply into her as he could reach. She felt the warmth of his orgasm in her own depths and sighed happily into his throat. The deep rumble of his groan felt like it was flowing into her mouth and she swallowed his voice along with his satisfaction.

He began to relax, seeming to deflate into the couch like a leaking balloon. Melissa continued to flex her inner walls, milking his cock until it finally softened enough to slide out of her entrance. Only then did she finally release him and slide back onto the couch beside him, crossing her legs tightly to keep his essence from escaping onto the cushion.

Kyle's chest rose and fell in a slowing rhythm, his eyes closed and a satisfied smile curling his full lips. One hand drifted down to rest upon her leg. "I needed that." He said in a ragged whisper. "More than you know."

"I might have an idea." She teased back. She raised her own hand to drag a fingertip along the length of his throat, from under his chin down to his chest and back up again.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her, his mouth pulling into a tired smile. "Sometimes I really wish I-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the chirp of his alarm. "Ugh, lunch break is over." He sat up and silenced the watch, then turned back to her with a disappointed frown. "You know I hate to leave you, but I have to get back to work now."

"Never enough time." She said wistfully. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"You as well." He said, resting his palm briefly against her cheek before rising to his feet and hurriedly pulling up his pants. Once his uniform was back in place, he gave her one last longing look before hurrying back out to his truck.

Melissa watched him go and sighed. It was probably a good thing that they didn't spend more time together. He was already dancing in flames as it was, and she would hate to be there when the flames finally decided to devour him. Rising to her own feet, she began walking toward the bathroom and left a trail of shed clothes in her wake.

She needed a shower.

The weekend came all too soon, while simultaneously taking forever to arrive. Melissa was browsing on her computer when she found the writing game. Write a paragraph about anything, it said, but there were simply rules.

One, use every letter in the alphabet in order. From A -- Z. No skipping. Seemed simple enough.

The letter had to be the first letter of the word. That was going to get a little trickier, especially the less commonly used letters like Q and X, but she would figure something out, she supposed.

Only capitalize those first letters. Not even at the beginning of a sentence or the letter I. That was interesting. And by sheer habit, she was likely going to have to correct herself a few times to get it right.

Intrigued by the game, she wondered what to write about it. An idea quickly came to mind, and she began to form the sentences in her mind. Bringing up a blank document, she hurriedly began to type before she lost the order of her thoughts, making minor corrections until the sentences were as perfect as they were going to get. A cute little workplace drama in just three little lines.

~A Blank Cartridge was Delivered Early Friday morning to Grady's Hands. "It Just Keeps getting Later and later before the Mail arrives." he grumbled. "Not as if i have any Personal Quests to attend to or anything, Right?"

"oh Shut The hell Up!" Victor Wailed from the X-ray room. "You're just being Zany!"~

She giggled to herself as she imagined the interplay between the two fictional characters. Perhaps they had a bit of an Odd Couple relationship, always driving each other crazy but still good friends at the end of the day. And who but Grady would complain about the mail being late when it arrived first thing in the morning.

And poor Victor was always the recipient of his-

A knock at the door pulled her from her imagined world. She glanced at the time. 10:34 am. She certainly wasn't expecting any company. Who could it be? The knock came again, insistent and hurried. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." She muttered to the empty room. "Don't go getting your panties in a knot, whoever the hell you are."

Sighing in frustration, she made her way to the door, expecting some solicitor or maybe even a neighbor holding some stupid petition for some cause or other she didn't care about. Polite dismissals gathered on her lips, but they all fell away when she finally opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Mel, I know you weren't expecting me, but I had to see you again." Kyle's words were rushed and desperate. He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace as if he hadn't seen her in years rather than just a few days ago. "I can't think of anything else but you and those... those..." Suddenly he stepped back, releasing her as if she had screamed. "Forgive me. That was inappropriate."

"Damn. What's gotten you in such a tizzy? Come on in." She stepped aside and held the door wider for him to step through. "Do you want some iced tea or anything? I think I have some coke in the fridge."

"No, thank you." He declined, stepping inside and mussing his already tousled blond hair. "I'm supposed to be going for a walk in the mountains. I really needed it, needed some time on the trail to clear my head today. And I tried. But all I could think about was how I left you last time and how I needed to see you again."

Melissa scoffed. "Hardly the first time you've done that. What's so different about Monday?" She led him into the living room and they sat together on her couch. "I've even worn those stockings before."

He looked at her with a confused expression, obviously struggling to put his thoughts into words. While he tried, she looked him over, enjoying one of the few times she got to see him out of uniform. He wore a black t-shirt and khaki pants, with a worn pair of sneakers that had seen far better days, but looked comfortable enough. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the loose neck of the t-shirt. He looked good in black and the shirt's collar hung just loose enough to expose one of his protruding collar bones.

It made her lick her upper teeth behind her lips.

"I really don't know why this month has been so hard on me." Kyle finally spoke. Seeing where her eyes were angled, he leaned his head back slightly, making that beloved lump of cartilage more obvious to her eyes. "I just feel so lost. And when I see that needy look in your eyes, it's just like-"

"An addiction." Melissa finished for him. She drew in a deep breath through her nose as she ravished him with her eyes. Already her mouth was filling with saliva and she barely restrained herself from licking him.

"Yeah, exactly." He replied, voice soft and almost dreamy. "An addiction. I'm lost in lust and I think it's an addiction." He leaned his head back even more, watching her from the corner of his eye as he slyly offered his throat. "I think we're both lost in our lust."

Slowly, Melissa began to lean forward, shifting her weight to her arms. Her gaze was stuck directly to his lovely neck, watching his apple move with every word. "Is that a problem?"

"I..." Kyle started, but nothing followed. He just continued to watch her, his own breathing increasing.

Melissa leaned further forward, brushing her lips across the side of his neck. "Do you want me right now?" She whispered into his skin.

"God knows I do." He replied in a ragged gasp. "I shouldn't, but I do."

"Your god has no place here." She muttered, pulling back her lips to expose her teeth and nipping at the side of his neck. She knew the statement would bother him, but she didn't really care. He wasn't going anywhere.

Grasping a mouthful of skin between her teeth, she flicked her tongue across it, enjoying the flavor that was uniquely him. His soft groans reverberated in her mouth and in her teeth. She let out her own soft moan and bit down a little harder, feeling the resistance of his skin against her teeth, and the soft give as it reformed itself around them. It was such a strange kind of euphoria, sending thrilling sparks throughout her body and setting her insides alight.

"God has a place everywhere!" Kyle gasped. Melissa bit down harder, making him grunt. "There's nowhere he- Ow!" Her teeth only dug in deeper with every word until he grew silent.

Once sure he wasn't going to continue, she loosened her grip and began licking at the skin again, then let it slip from her teeth entirely, running her sensitive tongue tip over the grooves left behind. That was going to leave a bruise later. But that was Kyle's problem. For now, his beautiful, perfect neck was only made even more attractive by wearing the mark of her teeth. Her mark. For now, he belonged only to her.

Taking only a moment to admire her work, she then placed a hand on his chest, fingers digging into his t-shirt while her mouth again moved to enclose over his apple. She could happily spend hours just worshiping his beautiful throat. He was the one who always needed more. Not that she was one to complain, he knew his way around her body well enough. And he was willing to let her play.

As her hand slid down from his chest to his lap, she felt his arousal through his pants. Hard enough to hammer nails into the wall, as the old saying went. He moaned at her touch and shifted his hips, pushing his hardness into her palm. "I wish my wife would touch me half as much as you do."

Melissa recoiled as if he had spit on her. "Mention her to me again, and I'll send you right back home to her."

Kyle's eyes snapped open in panic. "I'm sorry! It just slipped out!" He exclaimed. "It's just so nice to be wanted. I know I'm not an attractive man, but we all need to be wanted, right?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me? Right now?"

"Oh, more than you could possibly understand. I wish I could have more than one wife. I'd propose to you in a heartbeat, and it would solve so many of my problems." He replied, and gave a playful grin.

Melissa didn't bother to tell him she would never accept such an arrangement. Just because they fulfilled each other's physical needs now didn't mean she wanted to be tied to him for any length of time. Instead, she returned her hand between his legs, giving his hard on a playful squeeze before beginning to stroke him through the material. "And you want this too, don't you."

Kyle groaned and threw back his head. "Ooooohhhh yes."

Melissa smiled to herself. So did she. Reaching down, she pulled open the button and tugged down his zipper with agonizing slowness. By the time she pulled the flaps of material apart and pulled down his unders to expose the solid flesh concealed beneath, the head was already slick with his own dripping moisture. "Mmm, someone sure is ready for me." The desire increased her own significant wetness.

Bowing down, she lapped at the glistening head, silvering the red with her own saliva. Kyle moaned loudly and put a hand on her back, rubbing gently with his thumb. Opening her mouth wide and covering her teeth with her cheeks, she lowered her head to take him into her mouth. He was the perfect size to fill her mouth without hurting her jaw and she greatly enjoyed the act of sucking on him. Just having something so big and solid filling her mouth both excited and comforted her.

She inhaled deeply before lowering her head further, letting him fill her throat as well until his pubic hairs tickled her nose. Then she pulled back, exhaled, took another deep breath, and went down again. Slow at first, but increasing her speed with each dip.

Kyle pumped lightly with his hips and moaned loudly, his fingers digging into her back since he knew better than to touch her head. Sometimes she would dip shallowly, her own excited moans sending vibrations of pleasure into his cock. Her own hips began gyrating with increasing need as her own arousal rose to a fevered pitch, but she was enjoying herself too much to stop and mount him.

"You're so good at that!" Kyle panted. His entire body was shivering as he tried to hold back the climax she was trying to bring on. "So good."

She shivered at the compliment. Pleasing him was almost as good as pleasing herself. Almost.

"Close. So... close."

Melissa reluctantly lifted her head, immediately hating the emptiness of her own mouth as she released him, and slipped out of her own shorts. She then climbed quickly into his lap. He slipped into her easily without guidance from either of them. She let out a moan as she felt full again. Latching her mouth onto his perfect throat, she began to bounce on his lap, his own hips rising to meet hers in a frantic dance. His fingers dug into her sides, pulling her up and down along with his thrusts.

With each thrust, every time he slid in or out, Melissa sped toward her climax. Her moans poured into his throat, mingling with Kyle's own so that it seemed to her that both of their voices came from his mouth. There was something intensely intimate about that which only worked to heighten every sensation.

They reached their peaks together. Melissa's teeth tightened as she felt the wet heat spilling into her core while her body gripped him tightly, milking every drop of his essence it could from him. The pleasure was intense and filled her every dark corner with light until she was sure it was shooting out of her pores.

The light slowly faded and she curled herself against his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter against him before relaxing. His fingers stroked her back through her shirt.

"This is what I needed." He muttered into her hair. Melissa silently agreed.

She didn't know how long they stayed there together like that, but it was long enough that she drifted in and out of a light doze. Kyle was the first to finally stir. "I wish I could just stay right here. But I'll be expected back before it gets dark. I suppose I should use your shower real fast."

Melissa sighed and slid off of his lap. "Won't it be a bit suspicious if you come home smelling like floral bodywash?"

Kyle shook his head sadly. "She won't ever get close enough to smell it. She doesn't even like to touch me anymore." He stood up and tugged up his pants but did not bother to fasten them. "We don't even sleep in the same room. And if I come home with my hair damp, it will just be because I was out hiking all day."

"I see." Melissa replied. "You know where the bathroom is."

She was still sitting there when he came back out several minutes later. She rose to her feet at his approach and wordlessly, they embraced for a final parting kiss before he silently left the house. Then Melissa made her way to the bathroom for her own shower.

How kind of him to leave his towel in the sink. She'd wrap herself in it once she got out. Maybe she could pretend to still be held in that intimate embrace just a little longer.

A new paragraph formed in her mind for the game.

~he was an Addiction, and Being in his arms was Clearly a bad Decision, but Every second made my Feelings Grow until he became a Habit I Just couldn't Kick. Life Meant Nothing without my Obsession.

"Patience is bitter," goes the old Quote, "but its fruit is sweet." or so said Rousseau, So i Took Up a Variety of hobbies to distract myself from the time I had to Wait to get my next fix of him, until my heart would beat against my ribcage like a Xylophone.

it wasn't until my Yearning reached its Zenith that he would finally return to me.

to begin the cycle anew.~

"Oh, that's good. I need to write that down."

When the knock came again late Monday afternoon, Melissa was once more taken by surprise. What did Kyle want now? He couldn't possibly be so in need of her already, she'd just seen him that weekend. Even she needed more time than that.

Getting up from her computer, she walked to the door, unsurprised to see the tall, lanky UPS man standing there looking harried. "Did I get another package today? I don't remember ordering anything."

Kyle stared at her gape-mouthed for a moment, taking in the fact that she was only wearing an oversized shirt. His eyes drifted down to her bare legs before he shook himself and snapped them back to her own. "No. Um. I, um. It's.."

"You can't chew it, so spit it out." Melissa said impatiently. She had an idea that she knew what he was about to say and her mood instantly soured at the thought.

"At church yesterday, they had a combined priesthood meeting. The focus was on deeper conversation and discipleship." Yup. It was going exactly where she knew it was. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame as he spoke, allowing her shirt to rise a little higher over her thighs, but he resisted looking down. "We were all asked to search our lives for something having an impact on us spiritually. Especially anything affecting our connections with family or getting in the way of reviewing scripture or attending temple."

"Uh huh." Was all she offered in response. While familiar enough with his Mormon beliefs, she didn't care about any of them, nor understand why he still pretended to.

"Well, it made me feel very conflicted within. So, I decided to approach my wife. We're going to attempt to be better to each other. To restrengthen our marriage. That means I... I can't keep going down this path with you anymore." He put on an expression of resolute righteousness.

"So we're doing this again. Ok." Melissa replied wearily. "See you in about a month, then."

His expression faded to one of resignation and defeat. His shoulders sagged and he appeared to age twenty years right in front of her. "Um.. yeah. Probably."

"Understood. Enjoy your family time then." Without giving him the chance to reply, she turned away and closed the door. She imagined him standing on her porch a moment longer, searching for something to say, his hand hovering to knock again before finally turning and trudging back to his truck and driving away.

"What a son of the stag." She grumbled before walking back to her computer and resuming her work.