Business was starting to pick up, people were starting to go back to work, and it seemed like things were starting to get back to normal. That is, at least, if we could avoid what the experts were calling a second spike.
My regular deliveries were returning as I received boxes from the usual delivery companies who brought amazon, eBay, and many other online retailers' products to my door.
One regular driver caught my eye, and I clearly his. I'm naturally friendly and smiley when I open my apartment door to receive my deliveries, small talk, and also occasional flirting, but most of the drivers are in such a hurry due to their employers' rigorous time management procedures, it's not like you can offer a cup of coffee!
But the driver who I am referring to took his time and always had time to ask me how I was, even if I needed anything on occasion. Such a sweetheart.
He was retired from his full-time job and I guess needing the money had now taken on a logistics business locally. In his 60's, short, fat, and bald would be a fairly accurate description.
For those of you who have read any of my other stories, you are probably already thinking, "Sounds like Beth's type." And of course you would be right!
Well, we met regularly two sometimes, maybe three times per week as he delivered small packages to me for my online business. We talked sometimes very briefly depending on how busy either of us was, sometimes the chats were extended as we both enjoyed the company after being starved of any for a number of weeks due to government restrictions.
Then one day, quite by accident, it took a different turn.
I was taking a shower when my mother called me. I rushed out of the shower, still wet, and wrapped a towel around me to take the call. I picked up and started talking while I tried to dry my body. Then the front doorbell rang. I was expecting a couple of time-sensitive deliveries so needed to take it.
"Hold on Mum, I just need to get the door I have a delivery," I said.
Mum continued talking like she hadn't heard me, and I ran to the door, the towel now wrapped around me and the phone to my ear as I needed two hands to open the door. Although a little flustered, there stood my new delivery driver friend. He could see I was busy, so he just smiled, dropped my parcel, and edged backwards to walk away, waving.
I did the same thing and as I did so, my towel fell to the ground.
I quickly scrambled it up, my mum still talking in my ear, I re-wrapped, picked up my parcel, and closed the door. The delivery driver, still facing me, was slowly walking backwards away.
How much did he see?
I didn't know but I could guess he saw a little more than I expected. I felt a little embarrassed but then reasoned that it was both a complete accident and there was nothing I could do about it. So, I decided not to worry about it, I'm sure it would never be mentioned and we would all go back to normal.
Which kind of happened.
The next delivery from my new friend was a couple of days later, no mention of any previous mishaps as we small-talked about the latest guideline changes etc.
Then as he was leaving, he said, "Well, I'll probably see you in a couple of days. I wonder what you'll be wearing then!" he joked, referring to my towel mishap.
"Oh god yes, what a morning," I said, "My mum calls at the most inconvenient times and I can never get her off the phone. I hope I didn't frighten you."
"Not at all. I really felt for you there trying to multitask. See? Women can't do it either," he joked.
"It was the highlight of my day," he continued, laughing and hoping he hadn't offended me or crossed a line.
I laughed along with him and said, "Well, maybe I'll surprise you next time."
"Ooh, I'll look forward to that," he said, as he walked away and down the stairs from my second-floor apartment.
There is only one other apartment on my floor and the door is adjacent to mine, so neither of us could see into each other's doors when we opened them. In fact, my neighbour works away a lot and has taken refuge with her long-term boyfriend, so she has not been to her apartment for at least two months. She is a lawyer, I believe, in her mid-50's, and rarely there at the best of times.
So, I have a lot of privacy, I like it that way, I can invite who I want to my apartment at any time of day or night without prying eyes or gossip, the scourge of our society! I enjoy being able to act on the spur of the moment and invite a mature man back to my apartment for fun at any time of the day or night.
As I closed the door and went back inside, I could feel a small surge of eroticism building in me. I liked the fact that he seemed to like what he saw. I was hoping that he liked what he saw and that he was hoping it would happen again - maybe.
By joking about it, it relaxed us both, and by saying it was the highlight of his day clearly meant he liked what he saw. I could clearly have some fun with this, I was thinking.
A couple of days later I was expecting a couple of boxes and the vendor I had purchased from typically used his delivery company for local deliveries, so I was expecting him to see him at some point that day.
As I worked away in my office, I remained wearing a quite short white dressing gown with just my underwear on underneath, rather than getting dressed after my morning shower.
I thought I would open the door to my friend like this, giving him a view of my long legs and maybe a little cleavage if I opened the gown a little. Why not? He deserves a treat and I will get my exhibitionist thrill from it.
I had woken that morning feeling very aroused. I was reading stories on Lit and had a number of naughty PM's to read and respond to. I was also talking directly via email to my new naughty friend Eric and it was getting very heated as we discussed our stories and made plans to write a joint one. I made myself cum and was feeling very good that morning and had an extended playful shower!
The doorbell rang just after 12am. Spying through the peephole I could see it was my friend who had left a box at my door and was making his way back down the stairs.
I opened the door and shouted, "Good morning."
"I've got another box for you, just going to grab it."
He was going back down two flights and climbing back up them with my 2nd heavy box.
He arrived out of puff and with the second box in his hands.