(from the journal of Johnny Ecks)
Johnny Ecks is a financially-struggling sometime college student
in the Northeastern U.S. To make ends meet, he has been forced to take a variety
of minimum-wage jobs which have, bizarrely enough, brought him into contact with a number of beautiful women! In this excerpt from his journal, Johnny describes
his experiences as a package delivery person...
Wednesday, May 5
My first day at Global Package Service. Met some of my new co-workers. They all seem nice enough, although I should note that a couple of them score pretty high on the babeage scale - Sharon is a cute little blonde number with a great set of legs, and Joan is a brunette with a great rack. It's too early to tell what my chances might be with either of them though.
I spent most of the morning dropping off packages to various businesses downtown. Not too much too report there - except that I have to commend the personnel department at the new hockey arena - all the girls there are
Playboy
material. (Or at least
Penthouse.
)
After lunch I went back to the central depot and picked up more packages, this time destined for the eastern suburbs. My third delivery brought me to the door of a little two-bedroom house in Springton.
I was pleasantly surprised when the door was answered by a rather stunning redhead. (Think Joely Fisher from
Ellen,
and add 10-15 pounds in all the right places.)
She was dressed in a robe and not much else. I managed to get her to sign for her package while keeping the blood from draining from my head, with only moderate success. She noticed that I seemed to be in a bit of distress and asked if I needed to sit down or anything. A half-dozen or so possible responses popped into my head, and I chose the "honest bastard" approach: placing what I hoped was the right half-smile on my face, I said " I'm fine, it's just that it's been a while since I was this close to such a beautiful babe in such flattering clothes - or lack thereof."(Not exactly a lie, but close enough to the truth for my purposes.)
"Oh really?" she replied, with a similar half-smile appearing on her face.
"Really. And although I'd like to do a hell of a lot more than "sit down" with you, I still have a ton of packages to deliver, and today's my first day on the job, so I have to make a good impression. Still, I do finish work at 5:00, so if you're interested, I could come back..."
"You get right to the point, don't you?"
"I try."
"Well, come back at 5:00, and we'll see what happens then, Johnny."
"Hey, how'd..."My voice trailed off as I looked at the front of my uniform, where a nametag plainly read
Johnny
. "Okay, you've got my name, but I didn't catch yours."
"Sure you did. Right on that little clipboard."
Feeling like an idiot, I looked at where I had gotten her signature not five minutes earlier. Her first name was Vicki.
"Now shouldn't you get going?" Vicki said. "I thought you had 'a ton of packages to deliver'." Her expression during this whole exchange suggested that she'd be more than willing to get busy right then and there, but if she had to wait, she'd wait. "Or have you changed your mind about making a good impression?"
"Nope." As I headed out the door, I said "To quote MacArthur 'I shall return'."
Somehow, despite the fact that I now had enough hormones in my system to turn Richard Simmonds into Charles Bronson, I managed to finish my deliveries without major incident. As soon as I signed out for the day, I headed for Vicki's house. However, no one answered when I rang the bell.
Great,
I thought,
she's probably doing her boyfriend or something, leaving me standing here like an idiot.
(As it turned out, I was close, but not
quite
right...). I walked around to the back of the house, thinking I might find another door. As I noticed the high wooden fence surrounding the rear half of the property, my attention was drawn by odd noises: specifically, the sound of feminine squeals and giggles.
When I got to the backyard, I found the source of the sounds: a fairly large above-ground pool. In the pool, leaning against the side with her arms grasping the edge, was Vicki, her head thrown back with pleasure. It was obvious that someone was in the pool with her, under the surface, pleasuring her curvaceous body. As I watched, her breathing shortened and intensified, reaching a climax (in both senses) as she tensed up, indicating a pretty strong orgasm. Just as I turned to leave, feeling like a complete ass, Vicki's unseen partner surfaced, and I was surprised for the second time today: beneath a short blond haircut, Vicki's friend was definitely female. I watched as they kissed deeply for a minute or three, then climbed out of the pool. Both of them were dressed only in thong bikini bottoms, giving me the opportunity to check out their figures quite well. Vicki looked even hotter (nearly) naked as she had clothed, while her poolmate was shorter but had even more curves than Vicki, topped off with an incredibly cute face. (Rather like actress Julie Smith, from the last couple of Andy Sidaris flicks.)
Figuring that this was the right time to make my presence known, I stepped into clear view of both ladies. Predictably, Vicki's friend yelped and tried to cover herself, but Vicki herself recognized me immediately. "Relax, Sam" she said, "this is the guy I told you about."
"Sam" dropped her facade of modesty immediately, allowing me a full view of her shapely body. "So you're the one who's got Vicki all hot and bothered." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Well, I hadn't realized I had such a effect on her", I replied.
"You certainly did. In fact, she's been talking about you all afternoon. When her face wasn't buried between my tits and thighs, of course." She said the last part with a smirk.
