Is That Package for Me?

Delicate Lingerie, Brought by My Delivery Driver, Fills Me with Lust

One of the things which didn’t deviate from normal during lockdown was my online shopping habit. I still browsed sites for cute dresses and killer shoes, but now I needed more exercise clothes: Because active-wear is so comfortable.

Yeah you guessed it, I was working from home.

Given that I could not go to the office for now, nor meet friends for coffee or a drink at the pub, you might wonder why I needed to keep buying so many items of clothing and accessories.

Simple answer: My sexy delivery guy!

Where I live, every type of parcel, aside from the Royal Mail, is delivered by the same chisel jawed, dark haired hunk from the local courier service. He looks about my age, or maybe a couple of years older, and his uniform shows off his muscled arms and his toned buttocks a treat.

I set up my home office near the window. I could watch on the sly whenever he walked down the path with his brawny arms wrapped around the brightly coloured packages of fast fashion I ordered.

He would knock on my door and step back, maintaining a safe distance as he waited for me.

After a quick check on my hair and lipstick, and to ensure some cleavage was on display, I’d open the door with a sunny smile. Initially he retreated, without any chat,