Bottom of Form UPS by Misty Meadow
I'm expecting a delivery from UPS and sure enough, at around five o'clock the brown truck turns into my street and parks in front of my house. The driver jumps out carrying a package and walks up the driveway of the house next door. I'm mildly surprised to see she's a woman. One always thinks of the "UPS guy" rather than the "UPS lady". From where I am she looks kind of cute. After a minute she returns to the van and emerges with another package. Ah, that must be mine. She heads my way and I move to my front door, just as the bell rings. I open it and my jaw drops. The UPS lady is not merely cute, she's fucking gorgeous, despite the ugly brown uniform.
"Ms. Meadow?" She smiles at me and hands me the package. As we make eye contact, some kind of spark passes between us. My pulse quickens as I sign the clipboard and hand it back to her.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she says, "but I'm desperate to use a bathroom."
"No problem," I tell her, "Come right in." I'm wearing a short silk robe, belted at the waist, which barely covers my ass.
"We're not supposed to enter residences, but this is an emergency. I haven't peed all day." I lead the way to my downstairs half bath and usher her in. While my back is still turned towards her, I loosen the belt and let my robe fall open. Under it I'm entirely naked. She steps into the bathroom but doesn't bother to close the door. I stand outside and tear open the package, producing a pair of pure silk, lavender boy shorts, delightfully sheer, their short legs made of lace. I hold them up to inspect them.
"Perfect!" I breathe.
She stands, her back to the toilet bowl, unfastening her baggy shorts. They fall to her ankles revealing white cotton bikini briefs.
"Nice knickers, Ms. Meadow," she comments. "Were they expensive?"
"Call me Misty. Yes, outrageously, but worth it," I tell her, trying not to stare.
"I've been trying not to pee in my own knickers," she says, starting to slide them down. Her pubic area is cleanly shaved.
"Oh, I do that all the time, just to be naughty," I say with a grin. "I'm quite a bad girl."
"Really, just pee through your panties?"
"Yeah, you should try it. Take your shorts off and stand, straddling the bowl and just let it go." She laughs, evidently intrigued by the idea.
"Hey, why not?" She pulls her panties back up, sits, flicks open the velcro of her sneakers and kicks them off. Her shorts follow. Then she stands, feet spread and lets her bladder go. I watch, fascinated as the cotton crotch darkens, her pee soaking it, and gaze, transfixed as the stream falls straight into the bowl.
"I'm gonna have to sit in wet panties all the way home," she says.
I pull my new undies up my thighs, step into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, my back to her. I shrug the robe off and let it fall to the floor. I look so fucking sexy! I turn to face her, running my palms over my hips, across the front of my abdomen and down between my legs. "They're so lovely and smooth," I say. "Here, give me your hand. Feel." I take her wrist and place her hand on my tummy. She strokes it, then pushes her hand down over my mound, her fingers pressing against my cunt.
"They are smooth, and you're shaved, like me. I don't like hairy cunts."
"I like any cunt," I say, "but, yes, hairless ones are best." Her stream has stopped and she takes her briefs down and steps out of them.
"I'll have to rinse these," she says, tossing them on to the vanity.
"No need. You can have these silk ones as a gift and I'll take yours in exchange." I take mine off and hand them to her.
"Really? That's remarkably generous of you." I hand her a towel and she wipes her cunt and inner thighs. I pick up her briefs and wring the excess pee from them.
"I just love wearing another girl's panties," I say, a smile on my face.
She laughs, as she pulls my silk boy shorts up. I reach my hand out and she lets me feel the smoothness of the silk on her tummy and down between her legs. "They're just as smooth on you," I say, "and twice as sexy."
She sits and pulls her shorts up as I stand there, leaning back with my butt against the vanity, her wet panties in my hand, letting her look at my cunt. I've always loved being looked at, ever since I was a little girl, showing off my knickers, and later my little hairless pee-pee, to anyone who cared to look. I've grown up to be a dedicated exhibitionist. Then I step into her panties, pull them up tight and run my hand over my damp crotch, pressing the cotton into my cunt, then licking my fingers. She stares at me, clearly excited by my lewdness. In the mirror, my cunt is visible through the wet cotton.
We step into the living room. "I'm gonna order another half a dozen pairs of boy shorts," I tell her. "They look so good on you. If I do it right away and select overnight delivery, will they arrive by this time tomorrow?"
"Almost certainly."
"And you're on this route tomorrow?"
"I'm on this route for the foreseeable future," she says, a dazzling smile on her face, "but I'm running late. I'd love to stay, but I have to go. Nice tits, by the way."
I'm disappointed, to say the least, but knowing I'll see her again tomorrow eases the pain. She turns and abruptly leaves without saying goodbye. I watch through the window as she climbs into the van, waves and drives off. I go back into the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, push my hand down the front of her panties and masturbate myself to a crashing climax. Now they're wet not only from her pee but equally from my cunt juice.
It's the next day and I'm waiting impatiently for the UPS truck. Finally I see it coming down the street and I go and stand behind my front door. The only thing I'm wearing is a white nylon camisole that covers my tits and belly button, but not much else. I've allowed one shoulder strap to fall off so that if I lean forward, my tit’s going to fall out. The bell rings and I open the door. If passers-by can see me, then fuck it. I don't care. In fact the possibility of being seen dressed as I am, by a stranger, is deliciously thrilling. Her face lights up as she sees me.
"Two packages for you, Misty," she says, handing them to me, one flat, the other cylindrical. I sign for them. "Oh, and can I use your toilet? I'm about to burst."
"By all means. Come on in." She heads for the bathroom and I closely follow her, anxious not to miss any of the action. I needn't have worried. She's standing in front of the mirror, unfastening the top of her shorts and pulling the zipper down. As they fall to the floor, I see my former knickers covering her treasure, but still leaving it visible through the sheer silk. She unbuttons her brown shirt and spreads it wide. Her tits, like mine, are small and firm and she doesn't need a bra any more than I do. Her nipples are disproportionately large. I smile at her in the mirror, putting my two packages on the vanity.
"They look good on you," I say.
"These knickers?" She slides them down her thighs. "I've been wearing them since yesterday, all night and all of today," she says, kicking off her sneakers, taking the panties off her ankles and handing them to me. I know exactly what she's hinting at. I bunch them up and press them against me face, inhaling deeply. The thrilling aroma of her sex sets my heart racing.
"Ah, you smell so good, so fucking sexy," I tell her.
"So do you." She's referring to the fact that my pussy has been damp with anticipation all afternoon and is now soaking wet and my aroma pervades the room. She sits on the toilet, leans back and begins to pee. I pick up my phone, which I've previously planted on the vanity and snap a picture of her, then fall to my knees to take another of her, close up, her crotch filling the whole screen. Then I stand and open the flat package. Out spill half a dozen pairs of silk panties, ranging from briefs, to tap pants, to more boy shorts, all in pastel shades and all deliciously sheer. I hold them up, one at a time, to let her see them. Her laughter is as delightful as the tinkle of her pee in the bowl.
Then I tear open the cylindrical package and produce a large, flesh colored vibrator.
"Oh, my God!" she says, "that's enormous! Will it fit inside you?"
"Well, let's find out." I twist the base and hear it humming, then place the tip against my clit. Although it feels delightful, my excitement is more the result of her looking at me pleasure myself from a distance of less than two feet. I rub it up and down over my clit for a few seconds and then push it inside. It goes in, deeper and deeper until I feel it touch my cervix. I hand her my phone and she starts taking pictures. Then I withdraw it a bit and start to fuck myself, leaning back against the vanity, my hips pushed forwards. "See, it goes in, no problem. I've had bigger things than this up my cunt."
"Really? Like what?"
"A fist, for example. Lots of fists, starting with my niece who was only only ten at the time and had a nice small hand, then several of my girlfriends. Cucumbers, too. Also I have a dildo which is bigger than this. It's a double ender. I like anything up my cunt except a cock. It's the guy on the other end of it that turns me off. I'm only into girls."
"Your ten year old niece fisted you? Holy shit, you are a bad girl."
"Fisted me and ate my pussy. She's just as much of a cunt hound as I was at that age. She can't get enough of my twat."
She finishes peeing, stands, shrugging her brown shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. I gaze at her lovely body, petite, slender and available and my cunt starts throbbing, well on its way to orgasm. I'm about to pull the vibrator our when she says, "Let me do it." She pushes my hand away and takes over, gently pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in again, over and over as the fire of sexual lust blazes inside me.
"I'm gonna cum," I call, pushing my hips farther forward.
"Cum for me, Baby," she whispers, "Cum for me."
Whoosh! The rocket goes off, a sunburst of lust spreading throughout my whole body, lighting me up, then slowly subsiding as her thrusts slow. My knees are so weak I can barely stand. She takes it out of my cunt and to my delight, puts it in her mouth as deep as it'll go, sucking my cunt juice off it.
"Yummy yummy!" she says, smiling broadly. "I love the taste of cunt and yours is especially delicious."
"Now it's my turn to fuck you," I say, taking her hand and leading her into my bedroom. I can feel her hand trembling in mine. "Lie down on the bed." She obliges, spreading her legs invitingly. I kneel between her thighs, plant a lingering kiss on her cunt, then start to work on her with the vibrator, touching first her nipples, then her clit, finally shoving it deeply into her as her hips rise to meet it.
"Fuck me, Misty! Fuck my hungry cunt! I'm a fucking horny slut and I need it deep inside me. Oh, yes, that's awesome! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her excitement is fueling my own and my gaping cunt drips on to the bedspread. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Wait!" I cry, pulling the vibrator out of her and lunging across to my bedside table where my double ended dildo waits in the drawer. I pull it out, nearly two feet of black rubber, a bulging glans on either end. She makes room for me on the bed so we can lie end to end and I lie so that my cunt is right next to hers. She grabs one end of the dildo and pushes it into my eager cunt, and I do the same for her. We both push until most of the toy has disappeared. We move back and forth, trying to synchronize our movements. I look sideways at the mirrored closet doors and watch us fucking each other, two gorgeous lesbians in all our naked glory. It's a beautiful sight.
Then I hear the front door open. She freezes, startled.
"It's okay," I tell her, "I know who it is." Only one other person has a key to my house. The bedroom door opens and there she stands, my niece, now eleven, in her school uniform with its dangerously short skirt and white ankle socks, looking like a mildly surprised angel.
"Oh, sorry, Aunt Misty," she says, "I didn't know you had company." She starts to close the door.
"Don't go, Sweetheart. I want you to meet the UPS lady." That's when I remember that I don't even know her name. "I think you're gonna like her."
"I think so too," my niece replies.
The end