When one thinks about it, there are several careers that will get you laid more than others. Everyone has the fantasies of having sex with a police officer, their doctor, or any other of a number of careers. A delivery driver for a large home improvement store isn't one of them.
When Seth woke up Monday morning, it was forty degrees out, so a cold day for Florida. At least today he was going to be working by himself, so he would be able to enjoy his day. His first store was a forty-mile drive from his house, where he loaded three pallets of heavy-duty wood flooring. He was glad to see it was an outside delivery, so all he had to do was place it in the driveway. The only frustrating thing was none of the phone numbers were right, and the house was out in the country.
When he found the house, it really was out there, down a dirt road, and had several kids' toys scattered here and there in the yard. He backed his truck into the driveway in front of the garage. Not expecting anyone to answer, being there was no car in the driveway, he knocked on the front door anyway. A short time later, he was greeted by a young blonde, who was just tying up her rather old and worn terrycloth robe.
After a brief exchange of hellos, Seth found out the young woman's name was Brittany. In this line of work, he hardly ran into women, much less ones dressed only in a robe, flip-flops and a T-shirt. Brittany wasn't bad looking at all for just getting woke up. She was around 5'6", a skinny 110 pounds, with long dirty blonde hair which went to the middle of her back. Probably a knockout, if she was cleaned up and dressed up. She had a quiet voice and a certain innocent personality to her.
"The order says to leave it in the driveway. Is that what you want?"
"That's fine; I'll just figure a way to put it in the garage."
"Umm, it's three rather large pallets and they're heavy. Why don't you open the garage and I'll see if I can put them inside?"
When the garage door was opened, he saw he had plenty of space to put them inside for her, and told her that.
"Will that cost extra?" she asked with an eyebrow raised and a look of innocence on her face.
"We can work something out for that." He walked to his truck.
He had to move some other product around in the truck to get to her items; by the time he got the first pallet into her garage, she had been standing outside for a good ten minutes.
"If you want, Brittany, I'll knock on the door when I'm done. There is no reason for you to be in the cold, just in a robe and panties. Would hate for you to get a cold."
"Okay," as her pale face suddenly went red.
It took him another twenty minutes to get the rest of her stuff into the garage and then the truck ready to go. When he got back inside the garage, the terrycloth robe-wearing girl had transformed into a stiletto heel-wearing, short silk robe-wearing woman with her hair pulled back.
"I figured I might be able to pay you for placing them in the garage," she said with a smile. "My husband said it would be fine this way."
Brittany put her hand down to her robe belt and untied it, revealing to him the only thing she was wearing was a tiny pair of Tiffany blue panties and a set of small 35B tits with rock-hard nipples. Reaching out her hand, she pulled him into her.
They explored each other's mouths with their tongues as he slipped his hands around her tiny waist and pulled her into his throbbing cock. As they kissed, his hands were exploring her goosebump-covered ass, and her tiny hands were sliding down the zipper of his jeans.
As she fished his seven inches of shaved cock out of his jeans, he warned her he might not be "all that fresh" as he had been working.
"I love the musky smell of a working man." She squatted in front of him, opening her tiny mouth wide.
With a devilish grin on her face, "You brought in three pallets, so you get three of my holes to play with." As her crimson-red lips slid down his cock, she allowed his long throbbing cock to fill her tiny mouth until she could feel his bulging head was pushing into the back of her throat. With one final breath, she pushed her head further down his cock and swallowed him. She could feel his pulsating cock as she started a steady rhythm of swallowing him and stroking him.
Looking down at her, he saw she was keeping eye contact with him, as she slowly brought him close to a climax. Not wanting to "nut" just yet, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her to his lips. He always loved kissing a woman after she had gone down on him. There was something about tasting himself on her lips and cleaning her lips of a mixture of her saliva and any cum he might have left.
With her skin on fire from playing and the cold weather, her nipples were hard already as he reached up and pinched one between his fingers. Lowering his head to one of them, he slowly took it into his mouth, sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue. He could feel her fingers running through his hair, and her nails digging into his scalp. She could feel her body trembling as he continued his kissing and sucking.