She slid her burgundy lipstick over her lush lips and pressed them together to ensure an even coat. She was replacing the cap when the doorbell rang. Ugh! Of course. Just one more delay to ensure that she would never make it to the conference. Without thought to how she was dressed, she stomped downstairs to answer the door.
Standing on her front porch was a Greek god. At six foot four with sandy brown hair cut close, a lean muscular build, and light golden eyes, she couldn’t reconcile the Fex Ex uniform with its wearer. His name tag read Phillip, and at present, his jaw was hanging open at the sight of her.
Lisa had a statuesque build, tall and lean and elegant. Her auburn locks were pulled into a sweeping chignon to display the graceful column of her throat. Her aqua eyes were snapping fire as she stood in nothing but a matching black lace bra and thong with a sassy garter belt supporting the filmy black stockings she wore.
“Can I help you?” She demanded irritably.
“Uhhh, ehem. Yeah.” He stammered awkwardly. “You need to sign.” He held the signature pad out to her. “There’s a lot, where do you want me to put it?”
She stepped aside, holding the door open wider as she handed him back the signature device, “Over on the kitchen table is fine.”
A chilly breeze finally alerted Lisa to her state of dress as goose bumps erupted along her bared flesh. Glancing down at herself, she gasped in horrified shock. Her head snapped back up and her eyes locked with his, her cheeks aflame. Phillip chuckled a little, one corner of his mouth quirking slightly, coaxing out a single charming dimple.
As they stared at each other, Lisa felt heat begin to pool at her center and it occurred to her just then how long it’d been since she’d been with anyone. And shit she was horny. The flush in her cheeks took on a new tone as shocked embarrassment slowly turned into desire.
Phillip watched her closely as the emotions shifted like desert sands across her face to finally settle on what was clearly attraction. He felt himself stirring. He stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him. Then facing her once more, he lifted one brow in question before leaning in to capture her lips. The kiss started out quiet, questioning. But as her scent teased his nostrils, sweet with a hint of musk, he deepened it until it was demanding and hot.
She wrapped her arms around him then, one hand cupping the back of his head pulling him closer, the other reaching around to learn the contours of the ass she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of seeing. Her head spun from the intensity of the kiss and she felt the lace between her thighs dampen with her arousal. Her nipples hardened almost painfully and strained against the thin cups of her bra.
Phillip slid his palm from Lisa’s hip up her side to cup her breast and tease the taught nipple with the pad of his thumb. She moaned in response while her tongue continued to explore every curve and contour of his mouth. They feasted on each other like the starving as he gripped her hips tightly and pulled her snug against his hard cock.
Delirious with need, she tore at his shirt, hastily pulling at buttons trying to get at his bare chest. He backed her up against the wall, pulling one of her legs up to wrap around his waist. He rubbed his hard member against her soft mound, building their mutual arousal while he pulled away from her mouth to drag lips and tongue down the tender flesh of her throat.