Afternoon Special Delivery Stop
I was a delivery driver for several years for a well-known company and had some pretty exciting moments while on the job. The job kept me in shape despite the long, tiring hours. Maintaining my six-foot frame, I weighed roughly 200 lbs, and my brown skin tone stayed bronze during the burning summer.
I regularly stopped at a local business that did car window repair. Usually, the only worker there in the afternoon was a super sexy, thick-in-the-right-places Caucasian blonde named Heidi. Heidi always had a radiant smile, brilliant hazel eyes, a full-figure body to die for with luscious big tits, a slim waist, and a lovely apple size ass.
As the shift manager and dispatcher, she could wear whatever she wanted while being professional. I quickly recognized that she was the daytime boss, as all the men who worked for her respected her and abided by her wishes. They were usually on the road, and Heidi would obviously be lonely manning the store all day by herself.
We got into conversing every day when I came in, and she would bitch about her superior, who owned the business but was never there. Heidi was doing everything while he was probably on some beach somewhere collecting the income. I learned their routine as most of her help would leave in the morning to install glass, and the early afternoon was the best time to chill and chat with her.
I had already completed my morning express rounds and noon deliveries, and it would be a matter of time before I needed to do my late afternoon pick-ups. It was always lovely to be greeted warmly by her, and we would catch up about the week's activities.
One afternoon, after her superior had highly stressed her out. She groaned and looked at me, "It's making my head and back hurt. It's too much."
"Sounds like you need a good massage."
"Oh, that does sound good!"
"I would if I could!"
"Well, nobody's around. If you're offering, come on!"
I looked at her skeptical, "Are you sure?"
She surprised me by opening the small gate for me to get behind her counter, and I shrugged, "What the hell? " I slipped behind the counter and went to work kneading the knots from her neck.
Heidi's head bobbed down, and she would moan and obviously get into it. Lord, I tried with all my professionalism not to take her right there, as being close to her was very nice.
I watched as she swayed to my hand rhythm. Her tight ass bobbed back and forth right in front of my groin. My bulging dick was only a few inches away, pressing towards her it would be so easy.
I must have rubbed her for ten minutes only to the sounds of her hard breathing and my palms working her warm skin before we were interrupted by the mobile going off from one of her workers, and she had to get out of her zone and handle business.
I made my exit and got back to my route, as she gave me a look of disappointment, but damn, we needed to stay professional, and I had no clue if one of her coworkers was heading back. Shit, I had wanted to give her an excellent different type of package.
So, I purposely returned at roughly the same time repeatedly, even if they didn't have a delivery, I made sure to give friendly calls if she needed anything. So, our massage sessions got more heated. I commented one day, 'Damn, I dig you in those jeans!" She must have taken it to heart.
The next time I was in, she came out behind the counter, did a high kick of some sort, twirled around, and showed me her body. "I have your favorite jeans today!" She wiggled her ass and laughed, and went back behind the counter.
"Hell yes, that's what's up!"
"How is everything today?"
'Horrible! I feel like I may quit this stupid job!"
My heart sank, "Well, don't do that! This place needs you. Fuck that dude you should be running this place! Real talk!"
She rubbed her chin, "You know you're right as usual, " and gave me a great smile.
"Would you like the special today?"
"Ooh, I was thinking about your hands! Gawd, I need a good rub!"
She smiled wide and let me behind the counter. Damn, she smelt good as this time it felt different. I didn't have another delivery or pick up for hours, and none of her workers was in sight, so we both got comfortable.
I started the regular way, gently stroking her neck and shoulders, caressing the curvature of her spine up and down, and kneading her back with my knuckles.
She moaned and bent forward slightly as I kept rubbing hard. Her ass, again in those tight blue jeans, was mere centimeters away from now engorged dick. It was pushing so hard at my zipper that I expected it to poke out my pants. My hands went down a bit further than I usually did as I cupped her waist and ran my fingers over the curvature of her ass. She didn't protest, and instead, I heard her breathing get deeper as I went up and down, rubbing hard but gently along the small of her back.
As I went back up her sides, I tried another bold move and brushed the side of her giant tits, and went back to rubbing her shoulders. With no protest from her, she instead sighed and bent forward more, now her ass within mere centimeters. I kept my stance silent while only hearing her steady breathing as I continued massaging. It was feeling very hot between us despite the air conditioning running.
As I went down her sides again, I made sure to brush the lovely tits again as she gasped innocently, and I straightened up. I said in a hushed tone above her neck that made her visibly shiver, "My bad." as I tried to figure out if she was upset or not.
Instead, she shocked me by reaching back and undid her bra, "Damn, this thing is in the way, and it's driving me nuts!" She proceeded to pull it off under her shirt, and now she was braless.
She looked back at me and blinked her sexy, half-closed eyes, "You can go up my shirt if you like."
