Complimentary Cunnilingus

Fifth floor delivery and of course there was no elevator. How many times had this happened just today? Her back and thighs were rising up in protest. Truly, stairs were the invention of the devil. The package was heavy, too. What had this guy even ordered? Weightlifting equipment? She didn't actually care enough to check.

And why was it that these old apartment complexes always had that same unpleasant smell to them?

Last delivery of the day at least, always something. Then just home, presumably to collapse and wake up just in time for work again tomorrow.

Clearing the last landing she found his name on the door and rung the bell. Rustle from inside; at least he was home. She wouldn't have to carry this thing back down to the car.

The door opened with the creak of poorly oiled hinges. Here at least the smell was warm, lived-in, pleasant. A face appeared in the doorway. Package boy was actually pretty cute, in an average-guy kind of way. Open-faced, kind blue eyes. Didn't look like he would be into weightlifting, but maybe he was planning to start?

"Good evening, sir. I have a package for you." She extended the nondescript brown box of back-breaking.

"Thank you." He took the box and she felt a hint of guilty satisfaction as he bent over, grunting from the unexpected weight, before putting it down in the hallway with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Kinda heavy."

"Please sign here," she pulled out her scanner and pen and had him sign his name on the display. As always, the device mangled it into utter illegibility, but at least this wasn't her problem. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you for carrying it up all these stairs". Damn well he should. Though she supposed it wasn't really his fault he lived at the very top of a prehistoric building. Probably.

"All in a day's work, sir."

"How about some complimentary cunnilingus as a token of my gratitude."

She froze. "Some whatnow?"

The gears of her mind were suddenly spinning wildly, sliding off each other.

"Cunnilingus" He said. The blush on his face was actually rather fetching.

"You mean... as in..." she pointed downwards, making a whistling noise.

"That's the one." His eyes were smiling, the rest of him looked adorably awkward. "I'm sure you've had a hard day."

"You have no idea." All those fucking stairs. For an instant she had a vivid image of him on his knees, those eyes looking up at her. After a day such as this, getting off sure would be nice, wouldn't it? Relaxing maybe? Before she had fully wrested control of her mental faculties, she had already heard herself say "Sure. Why not."

Why not indeed?

- - -

She looked really cute, in an everyday sort of way. Brown hair coming loose from her ponytail, clinging to the sweat on her forehead. Slightly hooked nose giving character to a long face, large green eyes currently wide in surprise at his admittedly insane suggestion.

As insane as her response. "Sure." She swallowed. "Why not?" Flashing an embarrassed smile, she leaned in to kiss him. A quick peck leaving the memory of soft lips against his. The taste of her chapstick.

"I guess you should come inside."

"Yeah, I guess." She looked around, lowered her voice. "Wouldn't wanna have my butt out in the hallway." Fuck she was sexy. He felt a twitch in his pants at the image.

She walked inside, closing the door behind her. "Um... Nice place you have here." Nervous laughter was seeping into her voice.

"Thanks." He knelt down before her, heart pounding. She was neither especially big nor thin, but her legs did a good job of filling out her black uniform pants. "I try to keep the place neat at least."

"That's a good habit."

"I like cleaning." He struggled with her belt buckle. "I find mindless tasks to be quite relaxing."

"I'm envious. I fucking hate it." Undoing the buckle of someone else's belt turned out to be a bit like writing with his left hand, every movements unnatural and clumsy. "Almost as much as I hate stairs."

The belt now unbuckled, he was fiddling with the button of her pants. "Well, most normal people do." he was just talking to fill the awkward silence, barely aware of what he was saying. "I guess I'm just weird".

Finally, triumph! Button undone, zipper down. His head was spinning, heart threatening to either pound its way out of his chest or to stop completely. Hands shaking, he tugged her pants down a few inches, exposing bright yellow cotton underwear. A tiny blue satin bow was attached to the elastic. Cute, he liked it. It made him somehow feel more comfortable.

Lifting her brown uniform t-shirt he breathed in her warm scent, placing a tentative kiss on her exposed skin. "Let me know if I'm doing something wrong, OK?" He continued carefully placing kisses along the hem of her underwear.

"I will."

Lifting the shirt further, he placed his tongue just above the blue bow, continuing up the gentle swell of her belly to her navel, tasting her skin. Her stomach sank away as she exhaled. He realized she must have been holding her breath.

Feeling a tingle as she stroked his hair, he looking up. Her large green eyes smiled down at him. "You're doing great so far, though."

He smiled, jerking her pants down further. This close up he could see small dimples, almost imperceptible, a mole just at the edge of her underwear.

Fingers digging into her smooth skin, he grabbed the back of her exposed legs, placing a kiss on the soft inside of her thigh. He could smell her wetness, also a hint of sweat.

She twitched, both hands suddenly on his forehead, pushing him back. "Sorry!" She gave a nervous laugh "Ticklish!"

"Alright." He smiled. "Let's try again." Hands on her hips, he placed a kiss on her mound through the yellow fabric. "Better?"

"Mhm. Much."

Fingers now inside the elastic, he gently tugged at her underwear. Pubic hair tickling his lips as he as he exposed her, kissing his way down.

She shifted her weight, panties gently digging into her thighs as she spread her legs, assuming a wider stance. Her breath caught as he placed a kiss on the lips of her pussy, sucking, gently poking his tongue in for a first taste. Tangy. Metallic. A little salty. It felt strangely incongruous. The intimacy of knowing what she tasted like, while at the same time not knowing her at all. Not even her name.

Her ass, pleasantly soft, gave to his touch as he pulled her towards him, burying his face in her. Tickling in his hair as she kept gently stroking him.

She was getting wetter, her taste more intense, rubbing herself against his face, soaking him down to his chin. She gave up the cutest squeal as he stick his finger into her, wet, warm and soft.

Her hand shifted, fingers digging into his neck, not quite painful, pushing him towards her clit, then letting go. "Sorry! Didn't mean to push!" He grabbed her hand and put it back at his neck, giving it a gentle push himself just to drive the point home. Making her lose control of the animal inside her was more than half the pleasure.

She made no further efforts to be quiet or to restrain herself. Her body was squirming, seeming to at the same time try to get away from him and to keep him locked in place with her thighs. Her hands were grabbing his hair, his neck, his jaw, his ears, somehow seemingly all at once.

"Hey. Look up at me." Her voice, breathless, was coming in bursts.

He looked up. The look in her large eyes was intense. Her orgasm was loud, leaving her out of breath, looking for a moment as if she might faint as he sat licking white strands of her cum from his fingers.

- - -

"Wow! That actually helped!" She was still breathless as she zipped her pants. "I feel all relaxed."

"Happy to have been of service." Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he could still taste her, smell her on his fingers. "Thanks again for delivering the package."

She laughed as she tightened her belt, turning to leave. "At least now I got something out of it." She paused, hand on the door. "Actually, you should keep it up, we're an underserved demographic."

"Thanks. I probably shouldn't push it though. I'm lucky you didn't have me arrested."

"Nah, You're too cute for prison." She gave him a quick kiss and left. It struck him as she walked away that until now he had only ever seen her from the front. Glancing down, she looked every bit as nice as she had felt.