Essential Services in the Bedroom

"I'm sorry miss, but you will have to self-quarantine yourself for two weeks in your home. Your contact with Allison Miller means you are a presumptive positive. We suggest that you call a friend, neighbor, or family member to bring you supplies and groceries. You cannot-"

I didn't really hear much after that, the panic was already climbing up my throat. Ally and I had just had coffee at that cute diner last week, and now we are all on lockdown because her husband contracted the virus. A tear streamed down my face.

"I don't have any friends here, I just moved. The only person I know is Ally. How am I supposed to get supplies?" I whimpered into the phone, cutting off the health safety officer mid-sentence.

He coughed a bit and mumbled to someone, probably a coworker. I gripped my phone tightly with white knuckles, waiting for his answer.

"Well miss, we have a team here who can help you with that. Officer James Sanchez will handle your case personally. You can expect him to arrive at 10:00 tomorrow morning to drop off food and supplies. You will need to send him a list of what you need. Here is his contact information," the officer then began to rattle off his coworker's phone number.

I scrambled and grabbed a pen, writing the numbers down. "Thank you so much," I said gratefully.

"Your welcome, if you experience any symptoms or worsening symptoms be sure to contact a doctor. Have a safe day," he said.

He hung up and I was left standing there in my apartment, the dial tone ringing in my years. The shock was still lingering in my body, fear choked my throat.

"I don't have any symptoms, I'm ok. I'm ok." I repeated to myself as I sat down on the nearest chair and stared at my phone.

I don't know how long I sat there for, but eventually, I snapped out of it. "I guess I better figure out what I need and fast," I thought.

I stood up and headed into the kitchen and rifled through my cabinets. Seasoning packets, condiments, canned food, and lots of macaroni and cheese. Ok, I have the basics at least. I kept going through the rest of the kitchen and then took stock of other supplies like toilet paper.

"Yeah, I don't know if even the fancy health officer could find TP right now." I chuckled.

With that, I had a complete list and I texted it to the number of the unknown officer along with a very long-winded thank you.

I didn't expect much of a reply and definitely not an immediate one, but my phone vibrated immediately. The screen glowed brightly in the dark of my apartment, with a text.

"Ooh lotion, and coconut oil."

I couldn't help but bust out laughing at this strange man making such a light, and dirty comment in the pandemic. I also couldn't help but send a winky face emoji back before heading to bed at 2 in the morning.

I woke up to pounding on the front door and immediately leaped to my feet. My stupid alarm hadn't gone off again. It all came rushing back to me, quarantine, the virus, Ally, mysterious health officer. GROCERIES!!

I slept naked so I quickly put on my silky green robe and ran to the door. I quickly peaked through the peephole and there he was.

My heart jumped into my throat. I figured there was a 75% chance that my officer friend was a dirty old man trying to make the best of a pandemic, but instead, a tall man in his thirties was leaning against my door, smirking into the peephole.

He had jet black hair and he must have hit the gym at least three times a week before it all closed down. His eyes, a light green stared at me and he winked.

I jumped away from the door, heat rushing up to my cheeks.

"I know you are right there. I heard you running to the door." He chuckled.

"S-sorry!!" I squeaked out as I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

It was only open about a foot before he squeezed himself through the gap with 5 bags of groceries in each hand, and a bottle of wine in the crook of his elbow.

I stepped back, "I don't recall Moscato being an essential item on my list." I folded my arms across my breasts, trying to hide my obviously hard nipples.

I couldn't keep my eyes off his strong arms, flexing under his white dress shirt. My gaze traveled from his arms to his chest, down his stomach, and to his....Ah, ok that is impressive.

"Yeah but I could find toilet paper, so I had to make up for it." he chuckled as he shut the door with his back, "So where do you want all this."

I jumped, "Oh um, over there in the kitchen, here let me help!"

I leaned over to him, reaching for the bags he was holding in his left hand when my robe tie became loose. I watched in horror as my robe fell open as I grabbed the bag.

He stopped and stared, a mischievous glint in his eye. My face turned bright red and struggled to wrap my robe to cover myself while holding the bags and looking for the tie which had fallen to the ground behind me.

"I'm so so sorry!" I stammered, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't really get visitors this early in the morning and my alarm didn't go off, and I am just really tired and shocked at the same time and...and"

"What's your name?" he asked, completely brushing away my hysteria. He picked up the bags and my robe tie, carrying it all to the kitchen.

"Anya," I stared at him as he walked away with the robe tie. Is...is he playing with me?

I stood frozen to the spot as he began putting away my groceries. He put my robe tie over his shoulders, and I was clearly too short to even reach it at his height.

"Anya, I know this is a scary time, but you did test negative for the virus. You're just under quarantine because of your contact with your friend Allison Miller, who is asymptomatic. There is no need for you to be worried, this is all routine. Plus I'll take care of you until this is all over. Maybe even longer." he said like he was just stating facts.

He pulled some wine glass down from the top shelf and opened the bottle of wine. He then gestured to the couch.

"Now, I have the rest of the day off. So why don't we enjoy this Moscato and ourselves," then his voice turned low and soft, "Else you aren't getting this back."

He dangled the robe tie in his hand and my knees felt weak. My pussy was starting to pulse with anticipation, there was no use hiding it anymore.

I smirked at him, "Is that right? Well maybe I don't even need it," and with that, I let my robe fall to the floor.

"I may not seem like it at first glance, but I can really be kind of a brat." I chuckled as his mouth dropped.

It was now his turn to stand there, dumbfounded and frozen. The wine bottle was still in his hand as I trotted over to him, my freckled tits and curly brown hair bouncing with each step.

I took the bottle from his hand and set it on the counter, taking both the wine glasses, one in each hand.

"So I have a better idea, Officer Sanchez." I whispered, "Why don't we spend the day in my bedroom instead."

He instantly snapped out of it with what seemed to be his signature, mischievous smile. "I'm right behind you."

We walked down the hall into my bedroom, where I set down the glass of wine on the nightstand and then laid on the bed, wiggly my cute and curvy ass at him. I snuck a look over my shoulder and saw a mysterious stranger, a health officer, unbuttoning his shirt, with a large erecting trying to break free from his grey trousers.

He unbuttoned his last button and then released his black leather belt, pulling off his trousers, briefs, socks, and shoes after that.

His dick was high in attention and jumping with excitement as he dove into the bed, grabbing each of my ass cheeks with his hands. I squealed with surprise and then moaned as he pushed up my ass and began gently and lightly probing my asshole with his tongue.

As he lightly teased my asshole, his finger slowly started caressing the inner parts of my pussy. I was dripping wet and beginning to shiver from all the teasing when he finally slipped his finger deep into me while also slowly tongue fucking my ass.

"Oh fuckkkk" I gasped, anal play was a completley new thing to me, but oh my god did it feel good. I leaned back into his hand and tongue, pushing him deeper.

"That's right, push your little pussy into me," James growled as he inserted two more fingers into my dripping wet cunt and rubbing my g-spot with all three fingers.

I gasped, pushing back and forth on this hand, fucking myself. Waves of pleasure began to run up my thighs and my clit began to swell. My tits swung with each motion, my dark nipples hard and ready to be sucked on.

"Oh god James, please just fuck me already." I whimpered.

"I mean if you say so." He mumbled, quickly flipping me over so fast that the air was knocked out of my lungs, "But you have to do something for me first."

I raised my eyebrow, frustrated that he wasn't touching me anymore, "Like?"

He crawled towards me and leaned over my tits, "I need a bit of loving too." he mumbled, bringing his balls close to my chin.

I gathered enough from just that and began to lick the bottom of his ballsack lightly, teasing him just as much as he did me. He began stroking himself as I took one ball in my mouth, gently sucking on it while massaging the other with my fingers. He moaned deeply, stroking his dick a bit faster. He threw his head back, enjoying my tongue.

"Anya, Anya you gotta stop." he gasped, "I'm going to cum"

"It is what it is" I joked, taking both of his balls into my mouth and sucking gently. His thighs began shaking hard and he stroked himself faster and faster until hot cum sprayed out with a large deep growl.

The cum landed all over my hair and forehead, I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You are cleaning this up you know."

He smirked, sweat dripping off his brow as he grabbed some tissues from the side of the bed. He dabbed my forehead gently but left the rest of the cum in my hair.

"There will probably be more of that." He said in his matter of fact voice as he nodded back down to his dick, which was still raging hard, "Big guy hasn't seen much action since the shutdown. Now let's get him some work."

James then came back to my legs, opening them wide. He again began by teasing me with his fingers, but I was getting a bit frustrated at this point.

I whimpered, "Please just fuck m--!" at that moment he pushed his dick all the way into me and grabbed onto my tits.

"Getting bratty now huh?" He growled, pounding my pussy with long hard strides. I couldn't even moan, the sheer length of his dick choked me.

Without missing a beat, he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and sped up his stride.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!" a moan choked out of my throat as I felt the juices of my pussy flowing out around his dick and down my ass.

I looked into James's eyes and he released my nipple from his mouth.

"Choke me." I begged.

The mischievous light came into his eyes and he put a firm hand around my throat, but he started to slow his strides. I was confused at first and then I realized, he was fucking my g-spot by pressing up, long and slow.

I couldn't control it any longer, my pussy began to pulse and waves of pleasure flooded my body.

"Oh my god I'm cumming!!" I screamed out, but he immediately tightened his grip on my throat. Euphoria drifted over my body and my legs shook, giving out and collapsing on the bed.

James took his hand off my throat and gently caressed my face, he was still fucking me, but gently and slowly. He slowed to a stop and then pulled out, a flood of cum came rushing out of my cunt.

All I could do was lay there as he smiled and went to get me a glass of water. When he came back he leaned in the doorway and stared and my sweaty, cum covered, curvy body.

"So I will be back on Thursday for another delivery of food and supplies," He chuckled. "You best be prepared."

"There is nothing else better to do in a pandemic," I mumbled back.