This is a sequel to Story Delivery 1 and 2.
Please read those first, as this story will not make much sense without it.
Also, this sequel contains somewhat unusual kinks, don't downvote it because of it. Just move on. Or better yet, be open minded about it, try it out in your bedroom, you might just be as thrilled as the next one!
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The weather just didn't give up, even though Summer was coming to an end. Today was another bright and cheery day. Or maybe it just seemed like that, as I had a package for Kimberly. Like last time, I carefully saved that one to make it my last delivery of the day.
It was another heavy envelope, one that required a signature.
Pen in one hand, package in the other, I rang the doorbell. My mind was racing, how would she receive me this time? Would she take the lead just like last time? Was this going to be a good visit, or a great visit? I was full of anticipation as I waited for the door to open.
The door didn't open. There was a car in the driveway, one I had not seen before, it was a small sporty looking convertible, with a pink sweater on the passenger seat and a bunch of scrunchies on the shifter. Definitely a girl driver I thought to myself. Maybe Kimberly's new wheels?
I rang again. Waited. With a heartbeat that was almost jumping out of my chest, it seemed like I had been waiting here forever.
Gently I pushed against the door, turned the knob. It opened. With a modest tone, I said: "Knock, knock" a brief pause. "Delivery!"
Why was I so shy? After all, I had been looking forward to seeing Kimberly again, and had no reason to be so shy, especially since I already fucked her twice!
No reply. I listened carefully. Some muffled voices were coming from the direction of where the stairs to the yoga studio was at. Some kind of background noise was audible as well. Hard to tell what it was.
Timidly, I stepped inside, clutching on to my package and pen. Quietly I walked to the staircase that leads to the yoga room. Any sounds my feet made were drowned out by the "fake rain" music that was playing.
I could Kimberly saying: "How many years has it been now since you broke up with Al?"
Another voice replied, trying to suppress her panting: "Almost five" .. huff .. "years."
"And you haven't been seeing anyone else in all that time?" Kimberly asked, sounding surprised.
"No."
Kimberly didn't let it go: "Sue, we have to get you out there! See if you can pick yourself up a dude."
Ah, now I knew, Sue was her name. I was super curious to hear where this conversation was going. I quietly walked up a few of the steps to get closer and maybe catch a glimpse of these two doing yoga, and find out what kind of outfit they wore. Seems like my curiosity over-rode my timidity.
Kimberly saw me right away. Maybe she had heard the doorbell and consciously ignored it? Sue had her back towards Kimberly and quickly Kimberly placed her index finger vertically over her mouth, smiling naughtily, with her lips forming a bit of an O. The universal sign for Shh-be-quiet. As if I was going to make any noise. I smiled and backed up a bit, hid in the corner of the doorway.
Sue was wearing a pair of pink full-length yoga pants with a bold yellow tank top. Both were skin tight and of the stretchy material that showed every curve, every muscle flex beneath it. I was straining to see if I could make out the witness lines of her underwear, but there were none. The yellow top was cut a little lower than you would expect for a sports type setting and really accented her boobs. There must have been some type of support built into it as her boobs were high and almost proudly presented themselves.
Kimberly was wearing a similar outfit, but instead of full-length pants, she wore very short white shorts that showed off her long tan legs. They had worked themselves up somewhat, so much so that I could almost make out the profile of the patch she didn't shave. Both lips seemed to have nestled themselves nicely in the material, leaving very little to the imagination.
My reverie got interrupted by Sue's answer. "I am just not ready to get into a relationship again. That breakup took a lot out of me."
Kimberly giggled. "Who says you have to get into a relationship? What about just hooking up every once in a while?"
Indignantly Sue replied: "You have to be kidding me! You think I am some kind of a ho-bag?"
"Well, don't you want some action every so often? I would go crazy if I don't get some at least a few times a week. I thought hooking up would solve both problems at once." Kimberly offered.
Sue paused a second. "I just don't want to put myself out there like that. It makes me feel like a slut, and I have worked hard on not feeling cheap."
"Let me get this straight," Kimberly asked, "You would like to get some but it has to come by itself? Do you even want to learn to know the guy?"
"Uhhh" Sue seemed to hiccup for a second. "I don't even want to see it coming." Dreamily she added: "But it sure has been a long time..." A vague blush passed over her face.
Kimberly didn't even sound surprised and asked: "You just want some total stranger to jump you, without notice and without restraint, is that it?"
Now Sue was seriously blushing. Timidly she nodded slightly as she looked at the floor.
"Would the scene be completed by the sound of ripping clothes, rough handling and squeezing as well?" Kimberly asked. The discussion must have been turning her on, as her index finger slowly traced the outline of the peach in her shorts.
"And your rapist needs to be totally incognito, a complete stranger, without a face?" Kimberly kept on prodding. "Maybe masked even?"
Sue repeated Kimberly with a dreamy tone in her voice: "Kgggghh" Imitating the sound of ripping fabric while moving her hands far away from each other... "Maaaasssked..."
Kimberly looked up at me, and with her hand hidden from Sue's view, pointed to something behind me.
I looked around and didn't see much, looked back at Kimberly. She impatiently pointed, maybe even waved, to somewhere behind me.
I quietly got back down the staircase and looked around. There, in the cubbies over the coat rack, sat a stack of gloves, ski hats, and Ha! the light just went on in my head, I saw a ski mask. I tried it on. It was a little snug, but the elastic stretched and kept the mask on tight. It had holes for the eyes and mouth.
Stealthily I went back to my hiding spot at the top of the stairs. Kimberly kept trying to get a glimpse and when she saw me, smiled broadly, baring all her teeth.
"Here Sue, let us try some of this new exercise equipment." She said as she got up and picked up some kind of rubber covered sling from one of the workout benches. If it wasn't a yellow strap, you could have easily mistaken it for a seat belt with some kind of rubber cover.
"What is it?" Sue asked.
"It is a new sling to help you work on some flexing exercises that would be good for you. Here, show me your foot."
Sue was still in the middle of the room, sitting on the foam-covered floor and lifted up her right foot. Kimberly slipped the sling around her foot and gave it a quick tug, as if testing if it would hold.
