"just put it on the bench" she snapped, sighing. Every time he dropped something off, he managed to completely irritate her, and after the day she had she was ready to bury herself into bed with a good book and a hot chocolate... or knock herself out with a Valium. But the package on the bench she had been waiting for, and it was going to take all night for her to even decide whether or not to open it, let alone relax.
Even for a delivery guy Rash had a godlike air about himself.. and he liked to make Rhania aware of it. He had always liked her.. but who wouldn't? With her little waist and perfect smile, infectious laugh and flowing chestnut hair, and her smooth sun kissed tan, she was the talk of the male population in town. Of course, she was spoken for but that didn't stop would be suitors trying to buy her drinks in the bar. She always laughed them off, she was quite proper, but it annoyed her a bit. So did Rash always taking the job of delivering Rhania's parcels from her husband to her, but she tried to make small talk while she opened them. They usually weren't much but a small token of love sent every Wednesday, as her husband worked away and liked to remind her he cared. Sometimes it was a box of chocolates, sometimes it was a poem beautifully penned and wrapped in a box. Just enough to say "Rhania, I love you.... Dean"
Lately though, the parcels had become confusing, to the point she wasn't sure if opening was worth another fight. Last time she received a pair of red heels, and the time before that she received a red bra. Unfortunately Rash had been around both times she had opened them, and both times she was visibly shocked at the contents, unable to hide her distaste. She wasn't a prude, but where were the romantic tokens? What was happening? She had queried Dean on the spontaneity, and he was quick to bite. "You're beautiful Rhania.. why not? You're 29, have some fun in your life.. "
Of course she wanted to have fun.. but did Dean want more fun more permanently? He had tried to get her to go to a strip club last time he was down, and the time before that he was even a little.... distant. Confusion once again spread across Rhania's face as she mentally pondered all of this. She hadn't really experienced a lot..not that she didn't want to, but because she was scared she may actually like it. What if Dean didn't though? Rash looked on, amused. Rhania always had such a cute confused face.. ever since he first delivered her parcels, nine years ago. They had had many small chats, and over time he had come to secretly fall in love with the woman he knew she was hiding. Not her looks, they got him to notice her, but he had fallen deep. But this girl deserved more.. more than what she ever dreamed. How was she supposed to know Dean had started deceiving her? He'd only found out by chance, intercepted a letter fresh with perfume.. but the contents matched up with Deans change of gifts.
While Rash thought it was better not getting involved, he didn't like the emptiness he saw in Rhania's eyes. He turned to go, as Rhania had started opening her parcel. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pretended to tie his shoe. Slowly Rhania opened her gift box, and her gaze fell upon a red bustier. Fingering the delicate silk and lace, she stalled, heart racing. Quickly trying to shut the box, she turned, and came face to face with Rash as he stood from clumsily tying his shoe.
Her heart started pounding as she noticed for the first time his muscular chest, and perfect shoulders.. she shook herself, and tried to tell herself not to be silly. Rash hadn't let this slip past him though, and gently reached out to push a strand of her hair out of her eyes. It was instant- Rhanias body felt electrified as she tried to fight her racing heart and shaking hands. She didn't want this miraculous feeling to end, but she couldn't draw herself away... she was glued to the spot, looking into Rash's eyes.
Rash walked over to the box, and pulled out the bustier, offering it to Rhania without words. Shaking, Rhania took the bustier, and walked out of the kitchen, and started undressing. The bustier fit her perfectly, hugging her waist and and accentuating her firm but squeezable boobs like they were made for it. She slipped off her pants, and her long slender legs slipped on the red heels.
She felt hands, and then strong arms start to hold her, from behind, starting on her hips and slowly joining up at the stomach, feeling the contours of her body as she leaned back into a warm, athletic man. She was full of electricity as her head leant to one side revealing her neck.Rash's lips started brushing her nape, as his hands travelled to her breasts, so full and such a perfect fit for his hand. Gently but firmly he explored her body, until Rhania herself could not take another second. She spun around, and ripped off Rash's shirt, exposing the perfect smooth muscular body she imagined touching only minutes ago. Her tingling intensified as she raised her chin and forcefully.. hungrily.. needingly joined lips and exchanged her thoughts through her mouth. Rash answered back with a hungriness that even surprised him. He reached behind her head and started pulling her hair, again, firmly but gently.
The kissing intensified, satisfaction wasn't being gained.. he was animalistic, he wanted Rhania, in every way, right then. Rhania's labia became warm, then hot, as blood pulsated madly through her. She wanted more, too, and scratched Rash's back in a desperate attempt to get closer. He lay her down on the coffee table, and slowly peeled her knickers back, kissing her stomach and feeling her hips. Rhania wanted his lips on her... his tongue in her, warm and wet, but he bypassed her now throbbing vulva and kissed the inside of her thighs. Rhania could see his head, it was so close, and she let out an uncontrolled yelp, her body vocally begging.. pleading for his attention.
Her back arched ever so slightly as he seemed to start closing in, only realising he'd backed even further away. By now every sense was on high alert and she could feel his breath on her clitoris. Too much for her, she tried to wriggle in closer, but he kept his distance perfectly and she again let out a yelp. so close... his mouth was so close...
Rhania's heels dug into the wood of the table, as she looked down. Rash looked up, and said, with a grin "I want you to fuck my face. Grab my head, and make me make you earn this.. fuck my face hard" Shocked, for a second, Rhania dismissed her hesitation and grabbed Rash's head, and forced it between her, clamping her thighs around his cheeks. The rush of adrenaline, and warmth, and relief when he obliged with his tongue almost was enough to have her crumbling.. but she wanted more. He started licking around her clit as she started bucking in time to an unheard music, his licks and pressure from his tongue obeying her demands. She squeezed her legs tighter around his cheeks, as he increased his rhythm to hard, and fast. Now Rhania was rocking uncontrollably, still holding his head with one hand, and an absolute throbbing being semi-relieved but burning more than she had ever felt in her life . Her breathing started to become rapid, and then felt a muscular soft long tongue push its way into her, making her legs go stiff and her nearly hyperventilate.
"Fuck me.. please, please fuck me now" She pleaded, not wanting to release her grip on his head, and he didn't seem to hear her. Almost in desperation she raised her voice, and almost, but not quite yelled "Fucking hell Rash, I NEED you to fuck me RIGHT NOW" He looked up, tiny sweat beads starting to form on his forehead, and came up picking her up off the table, and wrapping her legs around his waist. She started rubbing on his bare stomach, desperate for every bit of him inside of her, but instead he walked her along to the wall, and kissed her, desperately. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he wanted her to taste herself, and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She immediately noticed the difference, and noticed how sweet she was.. and a hunger took over her. She forced her lips against his, not getting enough.. and slipped three fingers down to her vagina and started putting pressure on her clit. She had never felt this hot before, never, it was a surprise but she was at the point of no hesitations now. She didn't want to stop.. couldn't stop, the feeling of satisfaction so close, she knew she wanted to explode, but she wanted to do it with her vagina wrapped tightly around him... so she lifted her hand and looked him in the eye while she delicately sucked her fingers, just about losing control.
Still standing with Rhanias legs wrapped, grinding, around his waist, it was Rash's turn to decide he could take no more. He lay her down on the lounge, where she physically started to shake at the anticipation of his cock. She NEEDED to touch it, grab it, feel it, caress it, taste it, have it as hers. With a jolt she sat up and pushed her mouth over the whole length, making Rash reel back in utter surprise.. it nearly made him come on the spot... the feeling of her warm mouth, slightly sucking with pressure.. her tongue licking around his knob while she cupped his balls in her hand.. rubbing his sweet spot just under his balls with the other. Her tongue circled and flicked the underside of his head, while she alternated between slow and fast.. high and low. He had to literally rip her off as his balls started rising ready to blow, and kiss her as he guided her slowly onto his cock.
The feeling was indescribable.. as the tightness took over her body, and his perfect dick slid slowly into the dark, warm, tight, wetness of her very being,.. she felt full. They were both in perfect harmony as she sat on him, him in the sitting position, her facing him, as they tried to get as close as possible, hands locked above his head, every part of their bodies fitting like a perfect natural jigsaw. Her knees dug into the sofa while she bucked, her back arching, and the angle of her sitting gave her clit the perfect pressure and control to completely let herself do what she wanted. She rubbed back and forth, leaning in to kiss his neck and chest, while he ran his fingernails down her back.. exciting her more than she could handle. Her vagina started tightening in waves, and he could feel it on himself, so leant forward and took her nipple in his mouth while pushing her onto her back.. she started whimpering, it was too much pleasure for one body to handle. He rubbed her nipple between his lips, and started firmly but slowly grinding into her, so deep and so perfect, he wanted to feel every bit of her orgasm. She clamped her legs around his back , arched her back and raised her chin to the sky, and on a perfect thrust she felt her body go cold, and hot, and tingly.. her breathing went from rapid to slow, unhumanly deep breathing and she felt the release of her life work its way through her body. She felt the warm cum go up her vagina and hit her very soul, while she started bucking, absolutely out of control, fully satisfied.. he leant down and started kissing her softly on her neck again, and she lay completely holding on for her life, shaking, unable to speak.. close to sobbing with pure pleasure.
They lay like that, panting, for an hour before he started slowly withdrawing his dick, which made her jump even more.. she wanted it again but he was in the middle of his delivery runs. Even though the whole experience was only half an hour without the recovery, it was perfect. And Rhania had just learnt a lot about herself.. she was shaking for more... more than the "ordinary sex" they had just had. She wanted to try it all.
Rash got up to go, and with a smile he turned, kissed Rhania, and said, softly "next Wednesday".. All she could manage was a weak smile, already hungry for more. Next time she wanted to play dirty.... and she, for the first time in two weeks, couldn't care less....
Even for a delivery guy Rash had a godlike air about himself.. and he liked to make Rhania aware of it. He had always liked her.. but who wouldn't? With her little waist and perfect smile, infectious laugh and flowing chestnut hair, and her smooth sun kissed tan, she was the talk of the male population in town. Of course, she was spoken for but that didn't stop would be suitors trying to buy her drinks in the bar. She always laughed them off, she was quite proper, but it annoyed her a bit. So did Rash always taking the job of delivering Rhania's parcels from her husband to her, but she tried to make small talk while she opened them. They usually weren't much but a small token of love sent every Wednesday, as her husband worked away and liked to remind her he cared. Sometimes it was a box of chocolates, sometimes it was a poem beautifully penned and wrapped in a box. Just enough to say "Rhania, I love you.... Dean"
Lately though, the parcels had become confusing, to the point she wasn't sure if opening was worth another fight. Last time she received a pair of red heels, and the time before that she received a red bra. Unfortunately Rash had been around both times she had opened them, and both times she was visibly shocked at the contents, unable to hide her distaste. She wasn't a prude, but where were the romantic tokens? What was happening? She had queried Dean on the spontaneity, and he was quick to bite. "You're beautiful Rhania.. why not? You're 29, have some fun in your life.. "
Of course she wanted to have fun.. but did Dean want more fun more permanently? He had tried to get her to go to a strip club last time he was down, and the time before that he was even a little.... distant. Confusion once again spread across Rhania's face as she mentally pondered all of this. She hadn't really experienced a lot..not that she didn't want to, but because she was scared she may actually like it. What if Dean didn't though? Rash looked on, amused. Rhania always had such a cute confused face.. ever since he first delivered her parcels, nine years ago. They had had many small chats, and over time he had come to secretly fall in love with the woman he knew she was hiding. Not her looks, they got him to notice her, but he had fallen deep. But this girl deserved more.. more than what she ever dreamed. How was she supposed to know Dean had started deceiving her? He'd only found out by chance, intercepted a letter fresh with perfume.. but the contents matched up with Deans change of gifts.
While Rash thought it was better not getting involved, he didn't like the emptiness he saw in Rhania's eyes. He turned to go, as Rhania had started opening her parcel. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pretended to tie his shoe. Slowly Rhania opened her gift box, and her gaze fell upon a red bustier. Fingering the delicate silk and lace, she stalled, heart racing. Quickly trying to shut the box, she turned, and came face to face with Rash as he stood from clumsily tying his shoe.
Her heart started pounding as she noticed for the first time his muscular chest, and perfect shoulders.. she shook herself, and tried to tell herself not to be silly. Rash hadn't let this slip past him though, and gently reached out to push a strand of her hair out of her eyes. It was instant- Rhanias body felt electrified as she tried to fight her racing heart and shaking hands. She didn't want this miraculous feeling to end, but she couldn't draw herself away... she was glued to the spot, looking into Rash's eyes.
Rash walked over to the box, and pulled out the bustier, offering it to Rhania without words. Shaking, Rhania took the bustier, and walked out of the kitchen, and started undressing. The bustier fit her perfectly, hugging her waist and and accentuating her firm but squeezable boobs like they were made for it. She slipped off her pants, and her long slender legs slipped on the red heels.
She felt hands, and then strong arms start to hold her, from behind, starting on her hips and slowly joining up at the stomach, feeling the contours of her body as she leaned back into a warm, athletic man. She was full of electricity as her head leant to one side revealing her neck.Rash's lips started brushing her nape, as his hands travelled to her breasts, so full and such a perfect fit for his hand. Gently but firmly he explored her body, until Rhania herself could not take another second. She spun around, and ripped off Rash's shirt, exposing the perfect smooth muscular body she imagined touching only minutes ago. Her tingling intensified as she raised her chin and forcefully.. hungrily.. needingly joined lips and exchanged her thoughts through her mouth. Rash answered back with a hungriness that even surprised him. He reached behind her head and started pulling her hair, again, firmly but gently.
The kissing intensified, satisfaction wasn't being gained.. he was animalistic, he wanted Rhania, in every way, right then. Rhania's labia became warm, then hot, as blood pulsated madly through her. She wanted more, too, and scratched Rash's back in a desperate attempt to get closer. He lay her down on the coffee table, and slowly peeled her knickers back, kissing her stomach and feeling her hips. Rhania wanted his lips on her... his tongue in her, warm and wet, but he bypassed her now throbbing vulva and kissed the inside of her thighs. Rhania could see his head, it was so close, and she let out an uncontrolled yelp, her body vocally begging.. pleading for his attention.
Her back arched ever so slightly as he seemed to start closing in, only realising he'd backed even further away. By now every sense was on high alert and she could feel his breath on her clitoris. Too much for her, she tried to wriggle in closer, but he kept his distance perfectly and she again let out a yelp. so close... his mouth was so close...
Rhania's heels dug into the wood of the table, as she looked down. Rash looked up, and said, with a grin "I want you to fuck my face. Grab my head, and make me make you earn this.. fuck my face hard" Shocked, for a second, Rhania dismissed her hesitation and grabbed Rash's head, and forced it between her, clamping her thighs around his cheeks. The rush of adrenaline, and warmth, and relief when he obliged with his tongue almost was enough to have her crumbling.. but she wanted more. He started licking around her clit as she started bucking in time to an unheard music, his licks and pressure from his tongue obeying her demands. She squeezed her legs tighter around his cheeks, as he increased his rhythm to hard, and fast. Now Rhania was rocking uncontrollably, still holding his head with one hand, and an absolute throbbing being semi-relieved but burning more than she had ever felt in her life . Her breathing started to become rapid, and then felt a muscular soft long tongue push its way into her, making her legs go stiff and her nearly hyperventilate.
"Fuck me.. please, please fuck me now" She pleaded, not wanting to release her grip on his head, and he didn't seem to hear her. Almost in desperation she raised her voice, and almost, but not quite yelled "Fucking hell Rash, I NEED you to fuck me RIGHT NOW" He looked up, tiny sweat beads starting to form on his forehead, and came up picking her up off the table, and wrapping her legs around his waist. She started rubbing on his bare stomach, desperate for every bit of him inside of her, but instead he walked her along to the wall, and kissed her, desperately. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he wanted her to taste herself, and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She immediately noticed the difference, and noticed how sweet she was.. and a hunger took over her. She forced her lips against his, not getting enough.. and slipped three fingers down to her vagina and started putting pressure on her clit. She had never felt this hot before, never, it was a surprise but she was at the point of no hesitations now. She didn't want to stop.. couldn't stop, the feeling of satisfaction so close, she knew she wanted to explode, but she wanted to do it with her vagina wrapped tightly around him... so she lifted her hand and looked him in the eye while she delicately sucked her fingers, just about losing control.
Still standing with Rhanias legs wrapped, grinding, around his waist, it was Rash's turn to decide he could take no more. He lay her down on the lounge, where she physically started to shake at the anticipation of his cock. She NEEDED to touch it, grab it, feel it, caress it, taste it, have it as hers. With a jolt she sat up and pushed her mouth over the whole length, making Rash reel back in utter surprise.. it nearly made him come on the spot... the feeling of her warm mouth, slightly sucking with pressure.. her tongue licking around his knob while she cupped his balls in her hand.. rubbing his sweet spot just under his balls with the other. Her tongue circled and flicked the underside of his head, while she alternated between slow and fast.. high and low. He had to literally rip her off as his balls started rising ready to blow, and kiss her as he guided her slowly onto his cock.
The feeling was indescribable.. as the tightness took over her body, and his perfect dick slid slowly into the dark, warm, tight, wetness of her very being,.. she felt full. They were both in perfect harmony as she sat on him, him in the sitting position, her facing him, as they tried to get as close as possible, hands locked above his head, every part of their bodies fitting like a perfect natural jigsaw. Her knees dug into the sofa while she bucked, her back arching, and the angle of her sitting gave her clit the perfect pressure and control to completely let herself do what she wanted. She rubbed back and forth, leaning in to kiss his neck and chest, while he ran his fingernails down her back.. exciting her more than she could handle. Her vagina started tightening in waves, and he could feel it on himself, so leant forward and took her nipple in his mouth while pushing her onto her back.. she started whimpering, it was too much pleasure for one body to handle. He rubbed her nipple between his lips, and started firmly but slowly grinding into her, so deep and so perfect, he wanted to feel every bit of her orgasm. She clamped her legs around his back , arched her back and raised her chin to the sky, and on a perfect thrust she felt her body go cold, and hot, and tingly.. her breathing went from rapid to slow, unhumanly deep breathing and she felt the release of her life work its way through her body. She felt the warm cum go up her vagina and hit her very soul, while she started bucking, absolutely out of control, fully satisfied.. he leant down and started kissing her softly on her neck again, and she lay completely holding on for her life, shaking, unable to speak.. close to sobbing with pure pleasure.
They lay like that, panting, for an hour before he started slowly withdrawing his dick, which made her jump even more.. she wanted it again but he was in the middle of his delivery runs. Even though the whole experience was only half an hour without the recovery, it was perfect. And Rhania had just learnt a lot about herself.. she was shaking for more... more than the "ordinary sex" they had just had. She wanted to try it all.
Rash got up to go, and with a smile he turned, kissed Rhania, and said, softly "next Wednesday".. All she could manage was a weak smile, already hungry for more. Next time she wanted to play dirty.... and she, for the first time in two weeks, couldn't care less....
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