So it's getting closer to Christmas and I've ordered the last of the presents online hoping they will arrive today just in time to take on our early Christmas long weekend as we have a prior engagement with his family on Christmas, therefore it's my family this weekend and I have so much to do.
First thing this morning it's off to the beautician to ensure that everything is neat and tidy down there for our weekend away even though it's with my family... you never know when the opportunity may present itself and where! Would rather be prepared than not so after my appointment it was time to head home in time for a quick shower before heading out for a girls lunch or at least that's what the plan was! Literally arrived home with just enough time to shower, dress, make up, check work emails and get out the door. Had no sooner stepped out of the hot steamy shower to hear the doorbell chime...fuck it must be the delivery guy with all the Christmas parcels...shit can't leave him out there to long as he won't leave parcels and then I will need to collect and I don't have time for that this week.
I yell down the stairs 'be there in a min' and quickly put a shirt on and yanked on a skirt and thought yep all good. I'll duck downstairs quickly sign for all the parcels and be back upstairs before I know it to dry off and get dressed. I quickly race downstairs saying coming and open the door to the Fed Ex parcel delivery guy. ...mmmmmm I think he can place his parcel in my box anytime! Oh hang on what am I saying. ... what a fine specimen to look at today or any day mind you. Mumbled hi and said sorry it took me a little while as just jumped out of the shower and ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. He just smiled and said yes I've noticed that as I caught his eyes moving down my shirt and stop at my breasts... I wonder if he could see how erect and hot they felt under my shirt or if he would notice me shifting legs as I haven't dried myself properly and water was running down the inside of my leg or was it something more than water. ...no it couldn't be!
He mentioned something about 3 or 4 parcels he had for me and where would I like them... ...mmmmm where would I like his parcel...well, oh hang on I couldn't corrupt this poor college student and encourage that behaviour or could I? I mentioned to bring them in and place them in the office behind me. It was at this stage that I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw that my wet hair not being completely drier had caused my shirt to become very see thru and sheer and could now see why his focus had moved and stayed on my breasts. The whole front of my shirt was like being in a wet t-shirt competition and he could see how erect they were as he was the only one in the audience admiring them. I didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed and cover them up... I went for the proud option as it didn't seem to faze him. Upon turning around I also noticed that the skirt and not having time to put on any underwear didn't help either as the top of my skirt was also wet and you could just see just the outline of my arse...omg what to do! Too late now as I decided I would see where this would take me as the thrill and adrenaline was starting to take over.