Jill was a busy young nurse, about 27 years old, short but very attractive with shoulder-length dark blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a cheeky smile (so all her many friends told her).
She'd been working long hours on unsociable shifts whilst spending most of her free time working out her firm body at the local gym. She struggled even to find time to go shopping for clothes as often as she would have liked so she'd begun buying online, recognising the benefits of the far wider choices available and the freedom to browse any time of the day or night. She also liked being able to try on what she had ordered, seeing what colours and styles went with what she already had in her wardrobe and what suited her best, and all in the enviable luxury of her own home rather than in the cramped changing rooms in the fashion stores.
Although she liked to order several different colours, designs and sizes, knowing she could send back what she didn't want to keep for a refund, she was growing increasing tired of having to repack and return her unwanted items, often requiring a special trip to the post-office. So when she saw an ad for a fashion site that offered "Free returns - we collect from your office or home address at a time to suit you and we'll even repack your unwanted items" it sounded ideal.
Being a nurse, Jill was used to seeing naked bodies of all shapes and sizes and was fully aware that hers was exceptional, especially her firm rounded boobs which she like to accentuate in her choice of underwear. Browsing the web-site, she was particularly attracted to their wide range of imported European lingerie, soon finding herself ordering several different beautifully-sexy bra and pantie sets. She ordered each one in two or three differing sizes, unsure quite how the sizing compared to her usual more demure brands. As she clicked the 'Order Now' button she pondered whether she had chosen these rather exotic and sensual things to please her partner, to show off to her friends in the fitness-centre changing rooms, or if in fact she was anticipating the thrill of wearing them simply for her own pleasure.
"Guaranteed next day delivery", the site had said, and she'd checked the box 'Between 2 and 4 pm'. Because of her nursing shift pattern, ordering on a Thursday meant she could be home when they arrived. This would give her plenty of free quality time to unpack and try her new purchases in private before her partner got home, even though he finished early on a Friday.
Jill paced the kitchen, frequently looking at the clock, and found that she quite enjoyed the anticipation of the call at the door. When the bell did ring, she jumped, then composed herself and calmly opened the door. It was just before 3 pm. She was impressed. But not as impressed as when she saw that the delivery 'boy' was in fact a rather attractive female, maybe 15 years older than her but looking very smart in her maroon uniform skirt and jacket.
"Hi, delivery for you. Could you sign here please?"
Jill scribbled her name on the form and took the box.
The blonde driver then explained about the free returns collection process, but added: "Well, actually, you could do me a huge favour. This is my last drop of the day ..." (which was a complete fabrication as she was actually the manager of the delivery depot and, recognising the Sender address on the packet as being her own favourite lingerie supplier, and the Deliver To address being in a private road of large luxury mansions, she'd decided to make the drop herself)
"... well, it would help me so much if you could decide now if there's anything you plan to return. I could then take away now what you don't need; it'd save me coming back another time?"
Jill was not expecting such an unusual request, but was planning to try on her new stuff straight away so she smiled at Julia (her name was on her lapel badge) and invited her to step inside.
Jill made her a coffee and they chatted for a moment. Julia was very friendly, with a bright, pleasant personality, long wavy hair and a slim but curvy figure. Knowing she did not keep any valuables downstairs, she left her unexpected guest and climbed the wide carpeted spiral staircase to her large bedroom, sensing that a pair of bright blue eyes was watching the backs of her legs, all the way to the top.
Soon she was rummaging through mountains of scented tissue paper and pulling out beautiful lingerie from its stylish packaging and laying out the different items on her soft wide bed. She smiled when she saw how well made they all were and felt a warm feeling begin to grow inside her as she ran her fingers over the exotic lace, smooth satin and neatly stitched straps of her purchases.
Knowing the only way she could select what she would keep was to try them all on, Jill unbuttoned her floaty summer dress and shrugged it onto the floor then unclipped her rather sensible bra. Her young unsupported breasts dropped only slightly and she soon nestled them into the softly padded cups of a fabulous white bra with pale blue appliqué butterflies on its spaghetti-thin double shoulder straps. She reached behind her back and clipped it on its middle setting and admired herself in the full-length mirrors. It felt so right against her skin and made her breasts look exceptionally and alluringly firm, full and rounded. She turned side on and posed in various positions, liking how she looked and getting more than a small thrill from seeing herself looking so sexy in her own bedroom.
Well that was a success; now she needed to try some other designs and sizes. Systematically she tried each item. She decided to keep the navy blue deep-plunge bra in two sizes. The larger one was more comfortable and Jill thought she could walk and dance all day and night in that, but the smaller one gave her a cleavage like she'd never achieved before and made her feel daring and confident.
The sophisticated deep cherry red balcony uplift bra looked great and she knew it was just what she needed under the long sleek cocktail dress she'd recently bought, and the middle of the three sizes fitted her perfectly.
Then Jill picked up the bra she'd ordered on a wild whim, knowing it was far away from anything she'd normally have bought. In her hands it was a maze of black straps and small panels of semi-sheer fabric. It took her a moment to work out how to put it on but soon she had her arms through all the right places and she clipped the front-fastening clasp between her warm breasts.
She gasped as she admired herself in the mirror. The bra hardly covered her boobs at all but somehow it managed to lift and shape them, just about concealing her nipples but very little else. Narrow straps dived under her arms and over her shoulders to meet in a cluster between her shoulder blades; Jill felt her nipples hardening and when she stood side-on to the mirror she could see them protruding invitingly from the fronts of her boobs, the thin material stretched tight over their pointed profile.
She had never felt this aroused just from looking in the mirror, and she felt a rush in her pussy when she picked up the matching black strappy thong. Running her fingers over the multiple strands of glossy material, she glanced at the label reminding her that once she had put it on she would be unable to return it for refund. She knew she would want to keep it and soon she had slipped out of her serious cotton panties and was sliding the wildly exotic thong up her smooth legs.
Jill stood facing the mirror and arranged the myriad straps on and over her hips. She was acutely aware of how wet her pussy had become, as the tiny triangle of semi-sheer material contacted her swollen lips. However, she was absolutely not aware of the gorgeous blonde woman in the maroon suit standing in the entrance to her bedroom, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe and admiring the show.
Lost in her the heady world of her new purchases, Jill acknowledged that familiar pulsing feeling in her pussy, she could make out her hard nipples in the mirror and had that little thrill in the pit of her tummy. If she'd been alone, she would definitely have masturbated right here and now. But she guessed she had to get rid of the delivery driver first. Shame, she thought the woman had a look about her, that hungry, dirty look. Maybe when she fantasised later, she'd think about this delivery turning out very differently.
As her mind wandered, that familiar little tingle passed through her; her tits, her belly, her groin. She stood in front of the mirror and stroked her erect nipples through the fabric, tweaking them. Her knickers were getting so wet it would now be impossible to return them! Oh, if she only had time! Drat, she'd better take them off and get back downstairs. But she was definitely keeping them.
She suddenly started as she caught a glimpse of a movement in the mirror.
"Hey!! What the f...!"
Oh God, she was going red from top to toe. She turned to the delivery woman accusingly.
"How dare you spy on me? What do you think you're doing?"
The woman appraised her coolly and smiled.
"Sorry. Couldn't help myself. I'm naughty like that."
Jill could feel her heart thumping in her chest.
