Special Delivery

Erica sat on her bed, and examined the box she had found on her door step. She had ordered some custom socks online and had assumed this was them, but there were no labels or stickers, so she was unsure how it made it to her home.

She carefully cut through the packing tape and opens the flaps on top to reveal a very expensive looking card with ornate lettering. It said:

Special Delivery

Thank you for your purchase of our premium garments. They have been designed to give you the utmost in comfort and style. The items in this box are one of a kind, and tailored to exactly your measurements.

If you have any problems with the product, feel free to contact us using any of the methods below and we will make sure you are satisfied.

Under that, was a phone number, address, and website.

This was clearly not her socks. She just ordered some socks with a picture of the "grumpy cat" on them. This sounded much more expensive. She was curious to see what it was, if not her socks, who she carefully lifted away the card to reveal a much more normal looking invoice. To her surprise it had her name, address, and accurate measurements for her body. Had an ex-boyfriend ordered this for her? That would be a bit creepy, as she was not on the best terms with any of them. The other interesting thing was the line items. It looked like the box contained some unspecified lingerie with a grand total cost of $0.00.

Even more curious now, she began removing the packaging to find a simple but very elegant black bra and matching panties. Erica reached in and touched the fabric and was amazed by how thin and smooth it was. It was so light it nearly had no weight in her hands. She was sure that the wrong move would tear it like paper, so she very carefully pulled it from the box and set it aside.

She checked the rest of the box for care instructions, maybe labels warning her to be cautious, but there was nothing of note. Just your standard packing foam.

She again turned to the clothing and looked in greater detail now. For lingerie, it was strangely undecorated. No lace, no frilly bits, no nothing. It was almost unnaturally simple, and yet it had a very appealing elegance to Erica's eye.

Part of her really wanted to put them on right now. To see what that smooth fabric would feel like against her skin. The other part was a bit too nervous about just where these had come from to allow her that lapse in judgment.

She pulled out her phone and browsed to the website listed on the card. It was a very fancy looking site. There was no shop, but there was a button to request a catalog, and an email form for questions and complaints. It looked quite expensive. She just kept thinking, "if you have to ask, you can't afford it".

Still not sure about all this, she called the phone number and was surprised when on the second ring the phone was picked up by an actual human being instead of an automated phone tree. The woman on the line, her name was Ann, was very polite and professional with a voice that seemed to flow like warm honey. When Erica explained her situation, Ann asked for the invoice number and after some typing found the order in her system.

" It looks like this was a gift purchase, and since the buyer requested it be anonymous, I can't give you a name. I am very sorry. I can see that you were gifted the Special Delivery set, though and I must say you are a lucky woman! That is one of our most amazing products! I know you are going to love it! And, of course, if you have any complaints at all, just let us know! We will make sure you're satisfied!". After a few more exchanges and questions, Erica hung up and looked again at the underwear laying on her bed.

The company seems legit, and the quality seems to be top notch. It was becoming harder and harder to justify her caution. She decided she would try them on later, after she had eaten dinner and handled a few chores around the house.

She went about her business, but had a hard time keeping her mind off of the Special Delivery sitting on her bed. It was almost like an itch in the back of her thoughts, drawing her back. By the time she had finished eating, cleaning, and showered for the day, she practically ran to her bed room to finally slake her curiosity.

Erica carefully lifted the bra from its resting place at the foot of her bed and rubbed the fabric between her fingers. It was just so impossibly soft. She set her towel aside and very carefully threaded her arms through the straps and pulled the cups into place, adjusting her breasts out of habit, but found they just fell into place comfortably with no work on her part. She closed the hooks on the back bringing everything into position.

It felt like she was wearing nothing, but at the same time he breasts seems to almost float on their own. The support was perfect! She moved around a bit expecting to bounce out of the cup yet they held her firmly with just just the smallest amount of jiggle, which she had to admit was quite enticing to watch. This was the most comfortable bra she had ever worn! The fabric didn't shift at all or slide and even if it had, it was so soft it would have been impossible to chafe. Running her hands over her chest she found it was so perfectly fitted that it was almost like a second skin. She could wear the thinnest T-shirt without having any sort of line showing her bra under neither.

This immediately made her excited to try the panties. No pantie lines?! Amazing! Erica quickly stepped into the panties and pulled them up until they covered her sex and hips comfortably. As soon as she let go of the band, she was again greeted with the sensation of wearing basically nothing. They fit so comfortably and was so soft and smooth, she couldn't hardly believe it. She walked over to the mirror and examined her new acquisition on her familiar form.

They looked amazing. She looked amazing. She had never before seen herself as particularly hot, but right now in these amazing garments, she looked smoking hot. She felt smoking hot. Her hands traveled over her hips, stomach, breasts, and began back down to cup her ass cheeks and crotch.

She felt amazing, and the touch of her own fingers through this magical fabric was enough to raise her nipples and moisten her pussy. A shiver ran through her body as her fingertips returned to her nipples and circled them slowly. She continued touching, teasing, stroking and pinching her nipples while watching her face contort in pleasure in the mirror.

Erica had never done anything like this, even at her most horny, but she couldn't stop. She needed it so badly, and the look of pure bliss on her face was hard to look away from.

A hand traveled down between her legs as she sat heavily on the edge of her bed, playing gently with her labia and now slightly swollen clitoris. Lightning passed through her when her fingertip grazed the little bump, but her eyes stayed locked on her own face, panting and moaning now, as the sensations rose faster than she was prepared for.

It didn't take long before she was ready to cum, her movements almost frenzied. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she was worried. Not about her strange actions but about damaging her new favorite gifts. What if her frantic movements tore them? What if she stained them? She would be inconsolable. Just as these thoughts began, they faded with the mind blowing orgasm that followed. If she hadn't been seated already, she would have drop to the floor on her knees. As it was an almost animal scream of passion left her throat and she flopped onto her back, panting and gasping for breath. The last thing she remembered before passing out from the intensity of it all, was a soft girlish giggle escaping her own mouth followed by a deeply satisfied sigh.

Erica was roused from a deep sleep by the sensation of light kisses on her nipples. At first it was a very pleasant way to wake up, but as the fog cleared from her mind she remembered she lived alone and immediately looked down. She was greeted with nothing more than the sight of her own body in her new underwear. The sensation, which had been so real a moment ago faded away into the stuff of dreams, leaving her nipples quite firm and quite visible through the thin fabric.

She couldn't help but laugh at her own silliness. Imagine a grown woman like herself masturbating like a horny teenager because of some new underwear. What had gotten into her, she wondered as she sat up and searched for her phone to check the time. Only about an hour had passed but she felt refreshed from her little nap.

It wasn't yet time for bed, so she decided to get herself set up in the living room to binge watch some YouTube. She stopped mid-step when she realized she was still wearing nothing but her new gift. She lived alone but had never been comfortable in that state of dress outside of her bedroom. She blushed deeply and grabbed a robe to throw on before heading for her couch.

As she walked, she felt the ghost of a caress across her still sensitive nipples and pussy lips, the smooth fabric seeming to brush past them like a warm breath. Erica took a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the sensations as she settled in to watch a long form video essay on the plight of the Singaporean Potato Beetle.

After a few moments, she noticed that light almost breathy sensation from before, but this time she wasn't moving at all. She paused her video and sat very still. And there it was again. So gentle she almost wasn't sure it was real. Almost out of instinct, she brought one hand up to pat her chest to make sure nothing was there. When her hand touched her breast, she felt something warm and soft press against her nipple, almost like a pair of lips pressed gently in a kiss.

The sensation drew a gasp from Erica's lips and she threw open her robe and looked down at her chest. Everything looked normal. There was nothing in her bra but her breasts, which was easy to see. The fabric was so thin she could almost make out the fine details of the skin on her rapidly hardening nipple. Just to be sure she grabbed the cup to pull it back and look inside, only to find she couldn't get a grip on the fabric.

Beginning to panic a she reached for the edge of the cup to slip her fingers inside, but she couldn't seem to get them between the fabric and her skin. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as panic starred to grip her. She threw the robe off, pulling her arms from the sleeves and reached back to unhook the bra, but couldn't find the hooks.

Before she could begin to have a full panic attack, she again felt the sensation of lips on both her nipples, this time not just kissing, but sucking as if attempting to nurse. The sensation was so intense and unexpected that she couldn't help but let out a moan. Her legs closed almost on their own and squeezed her thighs together, and in that instant she felt lips also on her clit, gently kissing.

She barely managed to run back to her bedroom before throwing off the robe and attempting to hook her thumbs under the waist band of the panties. Like the bra before it, she was unable to get any real purchase on them with her fingers. All the while, the lips on her sensitive bits continued their onslaught, joined by what is unmistakably a wet tongue on each.

Erica threw herself on her back on the bed and attempted to shimmy her way out of either garment, to no avail. The sensations continued growing in intensity and complexity. Sometime they sucked, sometimes they bit and tugged, and sometimes the tongues flicked back and forth, each one seeming to be independent of the others. As her pleasure grew more and more she glanced at the mirror and saw the same face of abject bliss written on her features as before. This time there was a tinge of fear behind her eyes, and somehow that made it even sexier to her. She came again, harder than the last time, but didn't loose consciousness.

As she lay there, she could feel the mouths that had been so insistent moments before pull away and leave her now very sensitive bit feeling abused but wanting more.

Days had passed since Erica put on those beautiful garments, but to her it felt like mere hours. She hadn't been hungry or had to relieve herself in any way but sexually. She had come over and over, each time blasting thoughts from her head. She eventually stopped trying to get off the bed and just waited for the next round to begin, staring at herself in the mirror.

When the next session began, she instantly new it was different. No tongue or lips this time. This was something firmer. It was almost a penis, but the tip was too narrow as it slid into her sopping wet vagina. It quickly became more girthy, though, as it continued to penetrate her. It pressed in so deep it, pushed against her cervix. If she hadn't been so drugged on constant orgasms, it might have hurt but as it was, she could feel nothing but pleasure as it continued deeper, spreading her wide.

The next sensation was of something traveling the length of the invader, deep into her very being and being deposited in her womb. A burning warmth and a surge of new and different pleasure caused her to react with surprise for the first time in days. Then there was another object, planting itself in her womb. And another. Each accompanied but intense pleasure and an almost spiritual feeling of contentment.

She lost count of how many, but her body felt much heavier than she remembered. She laid on her bed in a puddle of bliss and sex fluids as egg (she was sure that is what they were) after egg filled he body and drove her deeper and deeper into equal parts contentment and madness.

When it finally stopped, there was a soft knock at the door before a beautiful woman entered the room with a blanket and a wheelchair. When she spoke her voice was polite, professional and seemed to flow like warm honey.

"Erica, dear. Its Ann. I'm here to collect you so we can get those wonderful Special Deliveries you're making! How do you feel?"

Erica could barely keep her head up long enough to look Ann in the face with a dreamy, almost stupid look on her face and utter one single word:

"S-satisfied".