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?
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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."
