This is my first story to this website, and I hope that with the right response it won’t be my last. Please feel free to comment. Your opinions are most welcome. Thanks. *** Rapidpulse18 ***
Delivery Linda.
I sat at work reading a few good stories on this website, and for the most part felt as horny as hell. I’d studied the menu and chose the stories that related to my own fetish side, stories that described in graphic detail just what I’d always wanted to happen to me. I became so engrossed It didn’t even register I had a visitor.
“Is anybody there?”
“God, sorry Linda, I was miles away. How are you; I haven’t seen you for ages?” I said hoping she hadn’t seen the erotic sex story on my computer screen. “I’ll just me deliver this package, and we’ll chat on the way out.” She said smiling.
Linda used to be one of our regular delivery drivers, but for some reason I hadn’t seen her for ages. She was in her mid-fifties and not very attractive, but I often wondered what she’d be like in bed. She had long grey hair tied back, slightly rotting teeth, and her body had gained a few pounds over the years. Whenever I saw her, my eyes would drift in the direction of her saggy looking breasts. It was always obvious by the way her breasts lay beneath her grubby polo shirt, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And that alone was enough to draw my attention away from the conversation we were having. She didn’t appear to be a woman with a high regard for hygiene either, but who was I to judge, after all she was always working whenever I saw her. In any case, the scruffy dirty look in some respects seemed to turn me on, god knows why.
We talked about the usual things you do when you haven’t seen someone for ages, and as usual my eyes kept watch for the slightest glimpse of a protruding nipple, which to my disappointment never materialised.
“Tell you what, I’ve got three more drops to do before I finish. Why don’t you pop round for a coffee when you finish work?” she said on her return.
Linda lived in mobile home about ten minutes walk from where I worked. I have to say I felt a little uneasy about the whole thing, nevertheless my fantasising mind went into overdrive. That evening I left work and headed to see Linda. I’d never been there before, although I knew where she lived. I was greeted at the door and noticed straight away that she stood in the same clothing I’d seen her wearing just a few hours before. We went inside and her offer of coffee turned to cold beer instead. We sat side-by-side on her not so clean sofa sipping our drink as we talked. “Let me show you round, it’s not much I agree, but it’s home,” she said as she raised herself from the sofa.
“Could I just use your bathroom before my guided tour?” I asked as we entered the hallway. “Sure love, just through that door there.” She said pointing me in the right direction.
The moment I entered her bathroom I could smell the aroma of stale urine. As bathrooms go it was pretty basic, the décor was in need of some attention, and the only piece of furniture was a laundry basket placed under the hand washbasin. I stood for what seemed like ages with my cock in my hand trying to concentrate on taking a pee, but for some reason my eyes kept drifting in the direction of the laundry basket. It was then I did something I’ve never done before. I lifted the lid and began rummaging through my delivery woman’s laundry basket. Why I can’t say, I just did. My heart pounded in my chest as I held a pair of her soiled panties in my hand, the strong smell of urine drifted freely up my nose. I felt dirty and ashamed, but that didn’t stop me lifting her panties to my eager nose, while my other hand rubbed my stiffening cock.