The Pacage Mix-Up

The Package Mix-Up

Jake lingered in his kitchen, sipping a beer after a grueling day of code fixes. At 37, he kept his 6'2" frame fit with occasional gym trips, his brown hair slightly messy from nervous habit, eyes flickering to the small package on his counter. Delivered to him by mistake, it bore Erin's name--4B's resident, 35 and very attractive. The label read "Rose Petal Lingerie," and he knew she owned the lingerie shop nearby--a detail that made his cheeks flush as he pictured her in something lacy. Torn between dropping it at her door or facing her, his hands fidgeted with the box.

Duty nudged him forward. He crossed the hall and knocked timidly, half-wishing she'd miss it. She didn't. Erin opened the door in a loose sundress, barefoot, her chestnut locks tumbling gently, eyes blinking up at him with a spark that lingered a beat too long. "Jake? Oh... hi," she said, her voice soft but laced with a teasing lilt, as if she'd caught him staring once before and hadn't minded.

"Uh, hey," he mumbled, thrusting the box forward, gaze dropping. "This came to me. It's yours. Didn't mean to... bother you."

Her fingers grazed his as she took it, a faint blush rising. "Thanks. Um... come in? For a drink, maybe? Since you're here?" Her tone dipped shyly, but that playful glint in her eyes held steady as she stepped back.

He nodded stiffly, stepping into her lavender-scented space, hands jammed in his pockets. She poured rosé, setting the package on the coffee table like it might sting. They sipped quietly, her gaze flitting to him, then away. Jake coughed. "So, uh... what's in it? Not that I need to know."

Erin's flush deepened, her demure smile wavering. "It's... something I ordered. For the boutique, sort of. Inventory." She tucked a chestnut strand behind an ear, fidgeting.

He offered a shy grin, eyes meeting hers briefly. "Inventory? Wouldn't that go straight to the shop, though? I mean--not prying. Sorry." He rubbed his neck, flustered.

Her eyes twinkled, voice softening but carrying that earlier tease. "You're cute when you're awkward. It's lingerie, okay? A set. Satisfied?"

Jake's face burned, his tall, wiry form shifting on her sofa. "Oh. Uh... nice. That's... great." He stared at his wine, tongue-tied.

Something stirred inside Erin--feelings for the man sitting before her, a quiet admiration she'd nurtured from afar for months now, watching him jog past her shop or fumble with his keys. His shy charm, so unlike her usual bold customers, tugged at her. She hesitated, then stood, clutching the package. "Wait here. Don't move." Her words trembled between nerves and intent, but that spark flared again as she slipped down the hall, leaving him to squirm, pulse racing.

When she returned, Jake's breath hitched. Erin stood in the doorway, a vision in a four-piece rose lace set: a black bra exposing the creamy tops of her 34C breasts, a black garter belt wrapping her 24-inch waist, black high-leg panties with minimal back coverage baring most of her cheeks, and black patterned stockings clinging to her toned legs. Stiletto heels clicked as she stepped forward, her chestnut locks spilling over her shoulders, eyes flickering with uncertainty--then sharpening with resolve. She spun around slowly, twice, giving him a full view--the lace teasing her curves, the garter belt framing her waist, the stockings accentuating her legs, her cheeks peeking boldly from the panties.

"Worth the mix-up?" she asked, voice low, her confidence budding as she watched him.

Jake swallowed, eyes wide, tracing her silhouette--the delicate floral patterns, the way the bra lifted her breasts, the garter straps taut against her skin. "I... uh... you're..." He faltered, hands gripping the sofa, too flustered to finish. His jeans strained, a raging hard-on pressing visibly against the fabric, betraying his shy awe.

Erin smirked, stepping closer. "You might not say it, but I see one part of you approves," she teased, her tone smoother now, eyes dipping to his lap.

His face flamed, hands twitching. "I'm not... great at this," he confessed, voice rough, but he didn't pull away as her fingertips brushed his chest, then pressed firmly.

"You don't need to be," she whispered, leaning in, her chestnut strands grazing his shoulder. Her lips met his--soft, testing, then insistent as she took charge, coaxing him past his nerves. He kissed back, hesitant but hungry, hands settling lightly on her waist, feeling the garter belt's straps under his fingers.

She pulled him up, pressing her 5'7" frame against his taller one, the lace of her bra brushing his shirt. "Hallway," she urged, tugging him along. He followed, shy but ensnared, her courage stripping his doubts. Against the hall wall, she nudged him back, rising on her stilettos to kiss him deeper, her lithe figure arching into his. His hands slid up, fingers shaky as they brushed the exposed tops of her breasts, pulling a soft moan from her.

In her bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips, eyes alight with fire. She peeled his shirt off, fingers tracing his fit chest, lingering on his abs with a smirk. "Not so shy now," she teased, shedding the bra, her breasts spilling free--full, soft, beckoning. Jake's eyes flared with quiet hunger, hands trembling as he cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasped.

She slid lower, unzipping his jeans, freeing his cock--thick, pulsing, rigid with need. Her eyes glinted, a bold smirk curving her lips. "Nice," she purred, leaning down to play with it--fingers stroking its length, tracing the veins, then her lips brushing the tip. She took him in, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before sliding down, lips tight as she bobbed. Jake groaned, hips twitching, his hands fisting the sheets as heat surged through him. Her mouth worked him expertly--wet, warm, relentless--her chestnut locks brushing his thighs as she took him deeper, the suction tightening. His breaths turned jagged, a low moan escaping as pressure built, his cock throbbing, nearing the edge. She felt him tense, his tip leaking faintly, and pulled back with a sly grin, leaving him panting, desperate, teetering on the brink.

Rising, she straddled him again, rubbing his cock against her panty-covered crotch, the lace damp with her arousal. Her chestnut strands swung as she moved, stockings brushing his thighs. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she pulled the black high-leg panties to the side, exposing her wet folds--glistening, swollen, aching for him. She rubbed his tip along them, slick and teasing, her heat painting him until he whimpered, hips jerking, voice cracking with need.

He couldn't wait. His hands seized her hips, and he thrust up, entering her--his thick cock parting the lace-edged folds, sliding into her tight, dripping warmth with a slow, shuddering push. She gasped, her slender frame quaking as he stretched her, inch by pulsing inch, her pussy clenching hot around him. The garter belt's straps bit faintly into her waist, stockings rasping his skin, her breasts bouncing as he rocked into her--deep, steady, the bed groaning under their rhythm. Her moans sharpened, eyes half-lidded, her slick heat gripping him tighter with each thrust, her heels clicking faintly as she shifted atop him.

Desiring him in a new angle, she slid off the bed, pulling him over to her vanity chair. She turned, sliding the black panties down her legs in one fluid motion, the lace slipping over her stockings and pooling at her stilettos, baring her fully--her ass round and firm, her pussy glistening between her thighs. "Here," she urged, bending over the chair, glancing back with commanding eyes. He stepped behind her, hands shaky but firm on her hips, thrusting into her again--harder, deeper. Her slender body jolted forward, the chair scraping the floor, her breasts swaying free as he pounded her. Each stroke plunged into her slick core, her walls pulsing around him, wet sounds mingling with her rising moans. Her climax built--her breaths hitching into sharp gasps, fingers digging into the chair's cushion, her legs trembling in the stockings. When it hit, she cried out, raw and loud, her body convulsing, pussy clamping tight as waves of pleasure shuddered through her, her heels wobbling. He groaned, thrusts faltering as he came--each thrust pumping rope after rope of warm cum into her, his cock pulsing with every surge, filling her until he was spent. As he pulled back, his cum began dripping down her legs, a slow trickle glistening against her stockings.

They collapsed back onto the bed, her chestnut locks fanning across his chest, his arm cradling her neck as their ragged breaths slowed, chests heaving in sync. Erin's skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her limbs lax yet trembling faintly from the aftershocks, while Jake's pulse thudded visibly at his throat, his free hand flexing as if grounding himself from the intensity. Her eyes softened, tracing his flushed face, and his warm gaze met hers, a quiet awe lingering as their bodies settled into the mattress, the air thick with their mingled heat. "Guess I owe you for playing delivery boy," she teased, her voice husky but regaining its coy edge.

Jake, flushed and shy again, grinned faintly, eyes warm. "You certainly paid me back. Looking forward to getting another package for you."