As a TaskRabbit employee, Joanna had been very busy during the epidemic. She was very happy for the work, no doubt - many of her friends were unemployed and were mandated to stay indoors.
But Joanna's job had become "delivery of anything", and as such, since some items were deemed essential, she could continue working. It was marvelous to drive around the city with no traffic. When she went to pick up items, things were simple and orderly as only other delivery agencies were allowed to be out and about.
It was nice to be out. But the lack of physical contact - and returning to an empty apartment after a 12 hour shift - was beginning to take its toll. No hugs, much less a caress. Or a kiss.
When she delivered to a group - even just housemates - she felt it even more.
This was her last delivery for the day.
Joanna opened her door, took her shoes off, and followed her procedure. Keys and phone in the sink. Open faucet. Plug drain. Add soap. Take off all clothes, straight into the hamper. She stood in the bathroom, naked. It was chilly; goosebumps blossomed all over her skin. Her nipples tightened up. She got the shower going and the room started to fill with steam.
She stepped into the shower. The hot water almost hurt at first. She let it run down her face and hair, which draped around her breasts. Her soft bush covered in droplets like a morning dew. She had stopped shaving long ago - everywhere.
She started to soap herself up. Armpits. Shoulders. Breasts. She often paused on her breasts, making sure they were, uh, clean. It helped pass the time.
She swept both hands down her stomach and then thoroughly wet her pubic hair. Scratching a bit. Tugging a bit. She was ovulating and was constantly on the edge of arousal. Teasing herself in the shower was her reward for a hard days' work.
She toweled off thoroughly, dried her phone and keys, and went to bed. She was tired.
Joanna got under the covers, face down, and lay over a pillow. Immediately she felt it. The longing for a thrill. She squeezed a hand between herself and the pillow to pull on her lower tummy, exposing her clit a bit. Then, very deliberately, she carefully rubbed it onto the pillow. Instant electricity.
She spent some time like this - just lightly grinding the pillow. She had gained an enormous amount of muscle control over the last month - she could move her body like a wave in the ocean, controlling the pressure, the length of the stroke. She had started to combine this with breathing techniques for what was starting to become a truly euphoric experience.
She rode her palm as she started to fantasize about some of her customers. She loved this position, because she could tease her labia and check how wet she was getting.
She thought about Diego, who had ordered mostly food, and his two little girls - he seemed like a loving man. She would love to get them a baby sitter and see how hard he could rail her from behind. She spread her ass with her free hand as she thought about it.
And Paul - the college-age would-be athlete and his giant cock. She pretended to look at her phone a little while longer when he opened his door so she could peek down at what he was wearing. On Tuesday she most definitely saw a bit of his penis through the fly of his boxers. She put three fingers in her mouth as she pictured herself trying to swallow his cock.
Then just images. Rob and Sandy - her tits always dancing in a loose top. Richard, who always smelled nice. And Bobby, her ex. She put two fingers in her pussy and rubbed into her palm as she pictured grinding down on his dick until they came together...
Joanna's on her third snooze - the gentle birds chirping have become a blaring alarm. No time to lose! She threw on an outfit and, before putting on a fresh pair of nitrile gloves, brought her fingers to her face to smell herself. She loved it.
Off to her first delivery. Bananas, olive oil, and ... magnum-brand condoms. Her mind immediately went there. But she hoped it wouldn't be like last time she delivered condoms.
Tommy was such a cutey. He was shy, apprehensive to answer the door - though he knew he had no choice. "Condoms, ay?" she joked at him. He immediately turned red, smiled, and took the bag from her. She thought it was adorable. And then she saw Mandy, asking if he had remembered to order bread flour. "It's all in there," Joanna said loudly, speaking past the door. Any fantasy of breaking all the rules with Tommy were shattered.
She pocketed two for herself - she'd find something to put them on later.
She got to the address with the curious request. It was ratty looking place with a solid wooden door, paint peeling throughout. The rules now were to leave the goods on the porch and call from the car, so at least if it were another Tommy, she wouldn't get to smell his body.
She called once. Twice. Three times. No one answered.
As she approached the door, Joanna noticed a dead rat amongst the weeds. "Gross," she thought to herself. Before she could even knock, the door creaked open, revealing a dark, uninviting living room.
The light streamed in and swept across to illuminate Mike, a fat, bald, middle-aged man wearing a tank top stained with food drippings and some pretty dingy tighty-whiteys. He bent down to pick up his items and grunted as one of his knees popped.
Joanna started to walk away, but he gestured to her. "Hey now, wait a minute, I want to be sure everything's here. Why don't you come in for a minute?"
"That's fine, mister, but I'm not going in there."
He looked at her for a minute, and before she knew it, had grabbed her arm and had pulled her inside. It certainly did not seem possible that someone with his physique could move that quickly.
"Now just wait a minute until I check my god damned order!"
Joanna starts to flail about, attempting to free herself form his grasp. But his grip was strong, he clamped down and she felt an intense pain. "This is not good," she thought to herself.
The door slams shut.
The two men stood behind her, blocking the door. Mike started to speak to her, calmly.
"Listen, Jojo. Can I call you Jojo? I don't get a lot of company here. I have needs."
Oh god.
"That's why I got these con-doms. I think you and I can have a nice time."
"Listen, you dirty fuck. I'm not touching your gross ass. I've already called 911 and they're hearing this whole fucking conversation."
Next thing she knows, she's been knocked to her knees. Mike's two goons standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder, another holding her head in place by her hair. Any twitch and the grip near her neck tightened.
Joanna's heart was racing. Being on her knees put her face directly in line with his crotch. As he approached, he pulled his briefs down to expose a tiny, uncut cock.
