So late one afternoon I'm watching a little TV when the doorbell rings. I answer it and you're standing there wearing the skimpiest little brown UPS uniform dress imaginable. It's form fitting and incredibly short. Your gorgeous legs are covered in some sheer nude thigh high stockings. The tops are barely covered by the incredibly short skirt of your uniform. My eyes bulge when I see you are perched up on a pair of sky high stilletos with straps across the ankles. You have a cute little cap sitting on your head and you have an incredible box...er, I mean you're HANDING me an incredible box. It's a box from the Sexcapades Erotic Warehouse and I know just what's inside.
"Need you to sign for me, sir."
You're all business as you hand over the electronic pad so I can scratch my name. Seeing you in that outfit...and thinking about what's in that box...has the blood pumping to my temples and my cock. I can feel by dick getting hard which makes me more than a bit distracted. I look dumbly at the electronic slab. You turn around so that you are standing in front of me and I am looking over your shoulder. You place the stylus in my hand and begin to guide it to the input window. In the process you are gently brushing your hot ass across my rapidly stiffening cock. I am smelling your hair as you giggle over your shoulder at my stupidity..."sir, just SIGN please..." I could care less about signing. I glance down the front of your dress and it is very obvious you aren't wearing a bra. Damn, your tits look good!
I manage to shake out the cobwebs for a second of rational thought. "Hold on a minute!" I say with indignation and purpose. "Shouldn't I inspect the package for damage before I sign?" Actually, I'm just trying to come up with any excuse to keep you there.
You turn to face me again. "Why, sir, that is an EXCELLENT idea!! We really should make sure that this order is complete...and that none of your items were damaged...thank you for thinking of that! You probably saved me a return trip!" As you excitedly chatter about what a great idea I've had you take the box from me and set it on a table in the foyer. From somewhere you produce a box cutter. With two quick flicks of your wrist the box is open.
Before I can stop you, you start to rummage through the contents of the box. I am more than just a bit embarrassed.
"Why, sir...this looks like a collection of fantasy outfits from Sexcapades Erotic Warehouse. Hmmm...a Naughty Schoolgirl outfit...the ever-popular slutty boss lady...and, wow!," you look up at me, "probably the hottest teddy I'VE ever seen." You continue to search through the box. "And I see a star spangled vibrator...about 9 inches or so...some pleasure lube...'designed to stimulate her clitoris'...hmmmm."
You look up at me. I'm prepared to be scolded for being such a perv. "Sir, that is an excellent selection! Is this all for one lucky lady?"
Surprised, I stammer that, yes, it is.