A Long Awaited Package

Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Just like every day. She sighed. At least it paid the rent.

Soon enough, Samantha's alarm clock went off again, breaking her out of her sleepy haze. Rolling her legs off the side of her bed into her warm slippers, she stood up with a yawn, and headed downstairs to make herself breakfast.

Sat at the small dining table of her flat's modest kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, she couldn't help but stare off into the distance. Checking the clock, she felt a sudden familiar rush of excitement. It was nearly eight. Tapping her foot, she waited eagerly for the one thing that invariably brightened her day. Rory.

Almost on cue, she heard the doorbell ring, and practically leapt to her feet. After adjusting her dressing gown to make sure she was decent, she quickly made her way to the front door. Through the glass she could see a familiar silhouette standing on her porch, a large bag slung around his waist. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly adjusting her hair, she reached out her and opened the door.

"Hi"

"Good morning. Parcel for you, Miss Foster."

Samantha smiled. In front of her stood a tall, handsome man, wearing a postman's uniform. His hair was a dusty blonde colour, shaved short at the sides, and his eyes shone the deep blue of the ocean at night. Beneath his clothes, his muscular build was evident, and as he spoke the warm smile on his lips and the light stubble decorating his sharp jawline made her heart flutter.

"Oh, thank you."

Reaching out, she took the parcel from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did, causing them both to laugh awkwardly. She looked up at him.

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow. Eight AM sharp. As long as I have a package to deliver, of course."

They both chuckled, and as he made his way back down the garden path, Samantha couldn't help but sigh as she watched him go.

Closing the door, she made her way back into the kitchen, putting the parcel down on the table, and returning to her breakfast. Quickly finishing her toast, she left the water boiling to make her way upstairs to the bathroom.

Letting her dressing gown fall around her feet, Samantha stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. As the warm water began to cascade down her body, she let out a long, content sigh. Few things in life felt as good as a warm shower.

Closing her eyes, she just stood there for a while, letting the water run down her naked body, across her shoulders, between her breasts, down her thighs to her feet. Once again, she thought about the day ahead of her, and grimaced. God, she needed a break. She'd been working in the same office for almost five years now, with no promotion and barely a pay rise. It wasn't a bad job by any means, but after a while the monotony had begun to wear on her soul. What she needed was an escape, something new and exciting to revitalise her.

Perhaps a holiday, she thought, reaching for the strawberry and coconut shower gel to her right. Somewhere exciting, and exotic, like India or South America. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just go spontaneously, book a week off work and head to the airport, jump on the first flight she could and see where the universe took her. She laughed.

As she began to lather herself with soap, her thoughts wandered once again, back to the handsome postman who came to her door every day. She thought about his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled when she asked if she'd see him again tomorrow. Her hands moved across her stomach, and she couldn't help but think of the way his hands brushed against hers, the tenderness with which he handed her her post.

She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as her imagination took her further, to the tightness of his shirt, stretched across his muscular chest, and sharp cut of his jaw. Her hands began to drift further down, across her thighs as she began to picture him shirtless, his strong arms wrapped around her, his own hands on her body, caressing her, holding her tight against him as he kissed her neck from behind. She let out a soft gasp as her fingertips traced higher along her legs, getting closer and closer to her privates as her thoughts grew steamier by the second. Barely inches from herself, she imagined him pushing her down gently onto the bed, climbing on top of her from behind, his mouth on her ear...

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. She still had to be at work in half an hour. Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry herself as she quickly made her way to her bedroom to get dressed.

Leaving the house, locking the door behind her, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy at leaving her fantasy behind as well. Sitting in the morning traffic, her brain a mess of emotions, she tried not to think about it, and to focus on the day ahead instead. She'd always been a model employee, reliable and good at her work, but lately she'd been falling behind, and she couldn't afford to have another unproductive day.

But later, sat alone in her cubicle, she found it increasingly hard to focus on her work. Every time she tried to work on a report, she's just end up staring at the screen, reading the same sentences over and over, unable to think of anything but the man who came to her door every day.

By the time her lunch break had rolled around, she'd barely done any work at all. Grabbing her coat, she made her way towards the staircase, heading out to the cafe down the road, where she usually got her sandwiches. Stepping through the door to her concrete office building and out onto the windy street, she turned her collar up to the cold. As she started to walk, she could feel the familiar melancholy feeling rising again. Here she was, on her way to the same sandwich shop she visited every day, to get the same thing for lunch, before heading back to the same building to do the same boring job. Every single day. She wanted to scream.

She needed to escape, find something to break up the monotony of her life, even for just a moment. A string of failed relationships had seen her throw herself into her work, but now she couldn't stand the idea of doing this for the rest of her life. She needed something to spice things up, something wild and spontaneous, to bring the spring back to her step. An idea quickly flashed across her mind, but she dismissed it as fantasy.

But then, suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why did it just have to be a fantasy? Why couldn't she make it a reality? What was stopping her? She nodded to herself. She'd made up her mind. Nothing was going to change if she didn't force it to. She needed to break out, live her life the way she wanted to. And she knew exactly what she was going to do first.

Hurrying to the cafe, she made her order, choosing the first thing she saw on the menu. She gave the girl behind the counter her money, and made her way back to the office, eating as she went. She began to plan exactly what she was going to do, how best to put her plan into motion. By the time she arrived back at her cubicle her mind was set. She sat down, turning her computer back on, and went back to trying to work, her mind a whirlwind of excitement. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, shaking slightly as her heart pounded in anticipation.

It didn't take long to make up for the slow morning, and by the time the clock chimed five, Samantha was reasonably pleased with the work she'd accomplished. Grabbing her coat again, she made her way towards her boss's office.

As she rapped her knuckles against the door, she heard a gruff voice from within.

"Yes, come in."

Opening the door, she saw the director of her company closing up his laptop and putting it away into his bag.

"Ah, Samantha, how can I help?"

"Hi, Mr Bergstein, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to let you know I might be a bit late to work tomorrow."

Her boss raised an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow? You've left it awfully late to tell me. What's going on?"

Samantha felt her heart leap into her throat.

"Something's come up at home, and I just need to take care of it tomorrow morning. I'll be in by ten, don't worry."

Mr Bergstein gave a slight chuckle.

"Don't worry, I won't, as long as you're happy to stay late to make up for it?"

Samantha grinned. That was easier than expected.

"Of course, sir! See you tomorrow!"

"Goodbye, Ms Foster."

Closing the door to the office, Samantha felt giddy. Grabbing her coat and bag, she hurried outside to her car, throwing open the door and climbing inside. The ride home was a blur, she struggled to focus on the road as a mixture of emotions shot through her brain. By the time she got home she was positively ecstatic.

That evening was one of the hardest of Samantha's life. She sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv, trying to ignore the anticipation hovering in her gut. Soon enough, it was time for bed, and as she climbed under the sheets, her satin nightgown smooth against her skin, she hoped she'd fall asleep quickly.

After tossing and turning for close to an hour, she finally managed to overcome the butterflies in her stomach that kept her from sleep. The next morning, when her alarm clocked beeped out it's familiar chime, it took no time at all for Samantha to wake up. Practically leaping out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. It was earlier than usual, she wanted to give herself a bit of extra time just to make sure everything was perfect.

Shedding her nightie, she climbed eagerly into the warm water of the shower, closing her eyes as her body relaxed under the steady stream. She didn't let her mind wander today, her thoughts too focussed on her plan. Grabbing the shower gel, she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, before returning the bottle to it's shelf and reaching for her razor.

By the time she'd finished, her legs were as smooth as silk, not too speak for her underarms or her privates. Turning off the water, she quickly dried herself with a towel from the rack, and headed back towards her bedroom.

Sitting herself down, still wrapped in her towel, she began to fix her make-up. She wanted to look her best, after all. She tried to keep it modest, but sexy; mascara, eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, before blowing a playful kiss to her reflexion.

Shedding the towel, she opened her closet. Time for the hardest choice. Rifling through her lingerie draw, she finally settled on an outfit; a black and red lace bra with matching panties, sheer black stockings, suspenders, and a black garterbelt. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. She looked stunning.

Quickly making the bed, she made her way towards the stairs, just in time for the doorbell to ring, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation throughout her entire body. Trying to keep her nerves under control, Samantha made her way towards the door. Through the glass she could see Rory's silhouette, and her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Reaching out a quivering hand, she grasped the door handle, and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss.. oh."

Samantha stood there for a moment, catching her breath as Rory looked her up and down. The way his eyes moved across her body told her everything she needed to know about his reaction. The bulge quickly forming in his trousers did the rest. His eyes flicked up to meet hers.

"Should I come in?"

His words gave her all the courage she needed. Breaking into a mischievous smile Samantha reached out and grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling him excitedly into the entrance hall, slamming the door shut behind him. Now pressed tightly together between the narrow walls of the hallway, she pulled his face down to hers, launching the two of them into a passionate kiss.

As their lips touched, Samantha felt her heart beating as loud as drum, amazed and excited by Rory's willingness. She let her mouth open, and he followed suit, allowing her tongue into his mouth as she deepened the kiss.

Samantha was in heaven. She could barely believe this was really happening, that she had the man, the object of all her carnal desires, here in her arms.

As they kissed, tongues dancing passionately, she felt Rory's hands slip from his bag to her waist, holding her bare sides firmly, drawing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed tight, and she could feel his own fast heartbeat pounding in time with her own.

Closing her eyes tight, she let go of his collar, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, cupping one side of his face as she did. The rough texture of his stubble made her shiver, and in response she felt his hands beginning to roam. Slowly at first, just his thumbs rubbing in rhythmic circles, teasing her, before beginning to move his whole hands up and down her sides, his firm grip sending shivers throughout her body. As he began tracing a sensual pattern across her bare skin, she broke the kiss to let out a short breathy gasp of arousal.

Taking his opportunity, Rory lent forward, his mouth next to her ear, and began to peak softly to her as his hands continued to explore her body.

"How long have you been planning this?"

Samantha could barely respond.

"Only since yesterday. But I've wanted you for so much longer."

Rory smiled.

"I've wanted you too."

Samantha opened her eyes, her face inches from the handsome man holding her in his arms, the man she'd secretly pined over for months, and couldn't stop herself kissing him once more.

The two stood in the hallway, lips pressed tightly together, kissing passionately as Rory's hands moved across Samantha's body, from her sides to her back, down to her buttocks. Soon, after what felt to her like a blissful eternity, Samantha grasped his collar once again, breaking the kiss to give him another mischievous smile.

"Come on" she said, escaping from his embrace to drag him towards the stairs, up to her bedroom. They'd barely made it through the door before she had him on his back, sprawled out on her bed as she stood over him, body pink and flushed with arousal.

Heart pounding, she took a step forward, gently dropping to her knees as she crawled towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at his face, also flushed, and began to slowly unzip his fly. She took her time, making sure to draw the act out for as long as possible, before gently tugging the heavy fabric down to his knees.

Samantha looked back down, at the large bulge now facing her, covered only by the thin cotton of Rory's boxers. With trembling fingers, she worked her way along the waistline, making sure to watch his face as she did, revelling in the excited frustration he showed at her teasing.

Finally, she pulled down the fabric, allowing his erection to spring forth. Samantha gasped. Barely inches from her face stood Rory's cock, hard and pulsing before her. It was larger than she'd expected, and as she stared she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering harder than ever before.

Slowly, trying hard to keep her nervous hands steady, Samantha curled her fingers around the shaft, being careful not to lose sight of Rory's face. The postman let out a low groan as he finally felt her soft hands on his member.

Filled with a new confidence, Samantha began to stroke. Starting slow, she soon found a comfortable rhythm, and before long had Rory groaning as she worked his shaft with her hands. She stared up at him, admiring her skills. It had been a while since she'd had someone to use them on. Leaning forward, eyes still locked on his, she planted a soft kiss at his base, causing the cock in her hand to jump.

Letting out a satisfied giggle, she began to work her mouth along the side of his shaft, kissing as she went, until she reached the head of his cock. For a moment she hovered, staring in amusement at the purple head before her, before opening her mouth and taking him inside.

Immediately Rory let out a moan, followed by a breathy exhale as Samantha adjusted to the size of his cock. Gently, she ran her tongue around the head, sensually exploring every inch with glee. His cock tasted divine, and Samantha couldn't get enough. With care, she ran her tongue across the tip, savouring the salty sweet taste of precum while Rory shivered beneath her. Closing her eyes, she decided it was time to go further.

Keeping hold of the base with with one hand, she began to bob her head, relaxing as she took the first few inches inside. It felt hot in her mouth, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushing with excitement. Slowly moving up and down, she tried to draw out each rise as much as she could, forcing him to wait for each new stroke, before deciding again, each time taking him almost half way into her mouth before coming back up again.

Samantha felt amazing. Looking up at his face, eyes shut and mouth open in a mask of pleasure, she knew how much pleasure she was giving him with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride. Here she was, on her knees, going down on the man she'd lusted after for so long. And there he lay, moaning as she sucked him off. She'd never felt so sexy.

Returning to the cock in her mouth, she began moving with renewed vigour, speeding up her strokes as she began to work the shaft with her hand as well. Moving in tandem with her fingers, she bobbed her mouth up and down vigorously, in turn making Rory groan audibly with pleasure.

Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she looked up at him again, eyes burning with lust as her hand worked tirelessly up and down his rigid cock. He looked down at her, a look of desperation hovering on his face, making her smile with barely concealed delight. Barely missing a beat, she dropped her head once more, taking his erection back into her mouth.

With each stroke, Samantha could feel herself growing more and more aroused, a burning fire deep inside her desperate for relief. While still sucking Rory's cock with wild abandon, she let her free hand move down between her legs, to the cotton and lace panties she wore. As her finger passed across the fabric, she could feel just how wet she'd become, her juices already soaking through the thin fabric. Oh well, she hardly wore them anyway.

Sliding the fabric to the side, she let her fingertips dance across her folds, teasing herself even as she worked the cock in her mouth. Holding him tight around the base, she began to explore her vagina, almost dripping with arousal. She circled her entrance with the tip of her middle finger, before effortlessly sliding inside. She let out a gasp around Rory's cock, but made sure not to slow down. Pushing further, she felt her finger slip deeper inside her wet folds, and soon she found herself fingering her damp pussy with almost as much vigour as she used to suck her lover's cock.

Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. Withdrawing her mouth from around Rory's penis, she crawled up off her knees and onto the bed, straddling his legs, just shy of his pelvis. Between them, his cock stood upright, resting gently against her groin, the thin fabric of her panties all that stood between it and her aching pussy.

Reaching back behind her, she undid the clasp of her lace bra, slipping it off and flinging it away to the side, freeing her pert breasts to the warm air. She looked down at him, mesmerised by the sight of her, and couldn't help but smile.