Carly's eyes popped open when she heard her doorbell ring. "Oh shit," she said. "I gotta get the door!"
She knew she was expecting a package in the mail that she would have to sign for, but she didn't get much rest last night and her sleepy eyelids got the best of her. She jumped out of bed and ran down the steps, shouting at the front door, "One moment please! I'll be right there!"
As she hit the main floor, her bare feet touched the cold wood beneath her. It was then that she realized that she was still naked. Sleeping with clothes on was just too cumbersome for Carly. She liked the freedom of being naked while she slept. This way she never got overheated and if she got cold, she could always wrap herself up in the covers. And hell, if she got horny in the middle of the night, she could play with herself and get right back to sleep. It was just convenient.
With her clothes upstairs and the delivery person hopefully still waiting for her, she decided the grab her trench coat from the downstairs coat closet since it would only take her a second or two to put it on. It might look a bit awkward, but what did she care about that. She just had to open the door, sign for her package, and close the door. If she wasn't completely covered up, it wouldn't matter.
She turned off the security alarm and reached for the door. She swung it open wide with one arm while holding her trench coat closed with the other.
"Thank you so much for wait-" she stopped when she saw the man who was outside her front door. He was the sexiest delivery guy she had ever laid eyes on. His muscles rippled through his thin blue shirt, his smiling face warmed her heart, and he had a bulge in his pants that she had a tough time looking away from. "Thank you for waiting," she repeated, losing track of her thoughts.
"You're welcome. I'm trying to improve my customer service skills. I know people are busy, and sometimes you can't always drop whatever you're doing and answer the door. Waiting a few more seconds isn't a problem."
"That's so nice of you. Is there a survey or something that I can fill out so I can tell your boss about the good work you're doing?" she asked.
She watched as he felt his pants pockets. "Damn. I forgot the feedback forms. I think I might have some in the truck. I can go get them, but first, this package is pretty heavy. I can bring it in for you, if you'd like."
Carly nearly jumped out of her skin thinking about this sexy hunk in her house.
"Sure, that would be wonderful," she uttered, suddenly feeling a bit flush, but moving out of the way so he could come in.
He picked up the package and entered her house. Walking past the kitchen, he looked around and put the package down on the floor, near the corner of the living room. He turned around and looked back at her. "There you go."
Carly was still standing by the door, mesmerized by his chivalry and overabundance of muscles. "Yes. Oh! I'm so rude," she said. "Can I get you something?" Before he could answer, she closed the door, sprinted into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator searching for something she could offer this young man who was so courteous to her.
As she turned around with the filtered water pitcher in her hand, he was right behind her, not even an inch away.
"Yes, you can get me something," he said, as his hands slithered under her trench coat, fondling her hips and ass. His hands were a bit rough, probably from handling so many boxes and packages, but they felt good on her soft skin. "When you opened the door, I could see you, despite your lackluster effort to cover up."
