I have always prided myself in being a leader and not a follower, and it did not surprise me that I did not fall into the majority of women on most scenarios. After purchasing my home, however, I found one area in which I do fall into the majority, and after the discovery, I have come to feel comfortable with the vast numbers of women with which I share this particular fantasy.
Shopping is not highly rated on my list, especially when it comes to groceries. I find myself either shopping while I am hungry and buying things that usually grow mold before they are eaten, or purchasing too little and have to frequent the market far more than my busy schedule allows, causing me to eat fast food throughout the week and leaving me feeling run down.
While out watering my yard one morning I noticed a large truck painted in all the hues of fruits and vegetables slow down a few houses down the street and stop. Out jumped a man in his mid twenties, sporting a pair of tight chocolate brown shorts and a button down shirt to match. I watched as he approached the neighbor's porch with two large bags and ring the doorbell. My neighbor opened the door and the man disappeared into her house. A few minutes later, he came out and jogged back to the truck jumping in and pulling away from the curb onto his next stop. I wondered how expensive the service was and smiled at the prospect of never having to grace the automatic doors of the grocery store again. After finishing my watering I went inside and searched the web for the company logo I spotted on the truck. I found a wealth of information and decided to try the delivery option for myself and see how it worked into my schedule.
The first delivery came a couple of days later. Two bags filled with fresh vegetables, a package of chicken breast and rice were brought into the house and set on the counter. It was then that I noticed the deliveryman. He stood a few inches taller than I and had wavy dishwater blonde hair. He had a muscular build, and I imagined that his abs were as tight as his little round ass straining against the thin material of his uniform. He smiled and told me to have a nice day and before I could blink he turned around and was out the door.
Each time I got on the computer and ordered, I fantasized about my young deliveryman. How after he would set down the groceries, he would then personally check things over to ensure full satisfaction. I found myself caught up in the whole idea of a younger man, bringing his services to me and then quickly leaving to attend to the next unsuspecting customer. I began ordering more frequently and in the weeks to come I found out quite a bit about my uniformed companion. He was 22, which made him 16 years my junior, and was working his way through law school in which this job allowed him ample time to study, and yet did not bog him down in the day to day monotony of some bookstore or fast food restaurant. Although his brains were not what I was interested in, I found myself impressed with what someone of his age had achieved and his ability to focus on his goals.
About a month after my first delivery, I decided to push it just a little further. Knowing the approximate time he arrived, I showered and freshly shaved my pussy then dressed in a new silk coral bra that was see thru and trimmed in lace, and a pair of matching thong panties. I then added a tight tank top, that allowed my cleavage to teasingly be revealed and a pair of cut off denim shorts that not only rode high but also had holes through out to tempt someone whose thoughts were already tainted.
