It was just another day. Not that Ashley didn't enjoy her job, but today seemed to drag. Maybe it was the proofreading she was doing, but more likely, it was her preoccupation with this weekend's plans. A well deserved, long coming night out with her college girlfriends. They had plans to hit the hottest clubs in town. Just drinking and dancing, no men. Well, at least that is what they were telling each other. Ashley knew it was likely at least one of them would be going home with someone, and she hoped it'd be her.
"Wanna go out for a drink?" Ashley's colleague, Callie, popped her head into her office.
"I think I'll pass tonight, Callie, see you tomorrow." She waved her out.
She would have loved to, but she was anxious to get home. It wasn't a big evening, necessarily. She would be working from home, however, she planned on working in style.
Ashley had ordered a fabulous pair of shoes and they were scheduled to be delivered today. She was obsessive when it came to tracking packages online. She knew the location of everything she ever ordered, and anxiously awaited their delivery. The shoes were for this weekend, so she "needed" to break them in first. The idea of walking around her house in stilettos and her nightie made her laugh, but what the hell? It was fun.
When she arrived at her house, Ashley was disappointed there wasn't a box on the front porch.
'That's odd,' she thought, 'usually deliveries are here by now.'
Once inside, she immediately opened up the tracking on her package.
'Out for delivery. Okay, well, I'll just change and make some dinner while I wait.' Ashley ran upstairs and pulled off her work clothes and bra. It is amazing how much better it feels when the girls are free. Not that hers were huge, but her nice little 34Bs did enjoy the fresh air. They were full and perky, with a nice little bounce. Her small, dark nipples were exceptionally responsive to her desires. Ashley took a moment to look in the mirror at her body. It had some nice curves, a thin waist, a tight tummy she worked hard to keep up, and a firm little ass that usually got her a look or two at the gym. Her blonde hair was long and thick and had a natural wave that made her the envy of many women. She normally wore it up to work, so it wasn't a distraction, and she let it down now. Her brown eyes complimented her pale skin nicely. Most people at the office would never have known how truly attractive she was, she managed to hide her assets professionally during the day. She wanted to get ahead in her career based on her abilities, not her looks. But on her own time, Ashley enjoyed letting loose. She enjoyed the cat calls she occasionally got on her runs or at the gym. She loved being undressed by the eyes of men when she went to the bar with her friends.
Ashley heard the phone ring. 'Shit', she had left her phone downstairs. She ran down, not bothering with a shirt or robe. By the time she got there it had already gone to voicemail. Her mother. Well, that can wait. She put the phone down and started to head upstairs.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ashley continued up the stairs. It can't be that important...oh wait, the shoes! She ran to the front door, and called out, "Who is it?"
"Delivery for Ashley Smith."
"Just leave it on the steps, please."
"I can't, miss, this needs a signature."
"Give me a minute, please." Ashley turned to go get her robe.
"Miss," the driver sound exasperated, "I really need to finish my route, could you just sign this please?"
Ashley let out a frustrated sigh. 'Fine,' she thought, 'if he's going to be an jerk about it.'
She unlocked the door and threw it open, in all her naked glory.
"If you are in that big of a hurry, by all means don't let me keep you." She ripped the clipboard from his hands, signed it, and practically threw it back at him. The 6'6" body builder type delivery guy grinned as he looked her up and down. She was taken aback a bit. She had expected shock, at least, and maybe some appreciation for her body, but it didn't seem like he was surprised at all. She rolled her eyes.
"Can I have my package now?"
"Sure," he handed her the box, "Enjoy."
He continued standing there, staring at her. Ashley, looking excitedly at the box, knowing her shoes were in there, momentarily forgot that she was naked and the delivery man was ogling her. All she could think of was how amazing her legs and ass were going to look in these wearable works of art. She snapped back to reality and caught his deep blue eyes gazing at her bare mound. She shot him a dirty look, closed the door, and headed to her room.
The picture on the internet hadn't done them justice. Ashley slipped the shoes on and stood, still naked in the mirror, admiring them. Yes, the silver strappy six inch stilettos did wonderful things to her legs and ass. She could barely walk in them at the moment, let alone dance for hours, and they were cutting into the back of her ankles a bit. Nothing that a couple nights of wearing them around the house wouldn't fix.
Throwing on a cute little pink nightie, she headed downstairs, taking them slowly. In the kitchen, Ashley poured herself a glass of wine and pulled some leftover salad out the fridge. She turned on some Enrique Iglesias. 'That man has the sexiest voice,' she thought, dancing precariously around the kitchen putting her dinner together.
Making her way to the living room, Ashley sat and ate her dinner, letting the music wash over her. Closing her eyes and absorbing the moment, Ashley spread her legs slightly and found her little clit buried in her folds. It had been a while since hands other than hers had been there. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend, but the thought of a man's touch did excite her.
Ashley moaned a little. She thought of her last fling, an older married man she had met in a bar after work. He was in town on business and he was so fucking hot. Tall, dark hair, just starting to gray, the deepest brown eyes, and well built. He had taken her back to his hotel room and when he had unleashed his hard cock, it was clear he knew how to use it. She thought of how he laid her back on the bed and successfully used his tongue to drive her to the edge of orgasm repeatedly before ramming her cunt hard and fast, causing her to fall into ecstasy. His first thrust had sent her over the edge and fucked her hard for a couple minutes before just letting it play out. Then he rocked her world again, and again, and again. Slow deliberate thrusts, rotating his hips and hitting her G spot in just the right way, in just the right rhythm. As she thought about that encounter, she inserted her fingers to find her special patch. Coming all over them, she giggled thinking it was definitely a memory she revisit more often.
Ashley wobbled her way back to the kitchen to return her plate and pour herself another glass of wine before getting to work. She washed her hands and was about to pick up her computer, when there was knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Delivery for Ashley Smith."
