Story 8
Summary:
Pete, nineteen years old. He's a delivery driver who is making his last drop-off for the night. But when he gets invited inside, he suddenly forgets all about wanting to finish up for the evening.
Laura and Sarah, mid-thirties. When their delivery shows up, they take more of an interest in their driver than they do in their food, and it's not long before they're taking him upstairs for some fun.
Threesome, lesbian, oral, jerk off, fingering, pussy licking, titty sucking blow jobs.
Pete checked the address one more time, and then checked his phone, silently hoping that there wouldn’t be any messages. He felt a sense of relief when there weren’t any - when he looked at the time, the restaurant would be closing up by now, and that meant that there wouldn’t be any more deliveries for him to make that night.
This had been a late order, and he had been fairly confident that it would mean no more deliveries for the evening, but sometimes fate intervened and gave him more work to do. He had been in the restaurant before when everyone had just been getting ready to clean down and close the kitchen for the night, and then a sudden, late, order had come in. He had seen everyone look at each other and groan, knowing that they’d have to cook up some more food, knowing that they wouldn’t be getting out for a while longer now.
He sometimes felt as though he was especially hard done by, however. All of those people would still be heading home while he was out on the road, peering out into the dark, trying to find some address for whoever the inconsiderate person was who had decided that they wanted to have some late-night food. He sometimes wondered why the restaurant didn’t do something about it - why they didn’t shut off orders earlier in the evening. But, he supposed that he did, in fact, know the reason why they didn’t do that, and it was all to do with money.
This order had come in just as the staff was starting to look at the clock, then look at one another hopefully, then look at the chef, waiting for him to call it and tell them to clean down. They'd got it ready quickly and sent him out to deliver it. He had been dismayed to see that it was on the other side of town, and he wondered why they didn't order from somewhere a bit closer.
Nevertheless, it looked as though no more orders had come in and this really would be it for him for the night. One more order, drop it off, hope for a good tip, and then head home for the night.
Pete was nineteen years old and had recently arrived for his first year at college. He'd had high hopes for how things would go, but he had to admit that reality had interfered a little bit too much since his arrival. Namely, he needed to find a job to make some extra money.
He saw the rest of the guys he lived with planning to party in the evenings, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. His original plan when he had started this job was that he would finish work and then see where the party was. He had told himself that this job would only be a minor distraction from all of his plans to have a good time.
However, it hadn’t quite worked that way, even though he was still hoping that soon he would find his rhythm and he’d be able to make things happen the way that he wanted them to.
The problem was that by the time he finished work, he was usually quite tired. He hadn't really realized just how tired it could make him, driving around all evening, as well as helping in the kitchen when they needed him.
Also, he found that he would often smell the kitchen and the food when he got back to his dorm room. So he would get back, have a hot shower, and then he'd be feeling quite relaxed - often too relaxed to actually make it out. He knew that he was missing out on some good times, but he didn't really know what to do about it.
He’d gone to a few parties early on in his time, and he hoped that he’d be able to start going to more soon when he got used to his new routine.
Often, late at night, when he was driving around the neighborhoods, hot food next to him in the car, he would find his mind wandering as he started to think about those good times - and especially some of the girls that he had met.
He’d known that there would be plenty of opportunities to meet girls at college, and he hadn’t been disappointed at the beginning.
Back home, he'd been fairly successful with the women in his hometown. He was tall, well-built, with a lean, muscular, physique and a handsome face - slightly scruffy black hair, green eyes, and a brooding intensity that seemed to draw women to him.
However, back home he hadn’t had the freedom that he had found in those early days at college.
It had been wonderful, and whenever he’d drive around thinking about it he’d feel himself getting slightly aroused by his memories of those days, but also frustrated knowing that other people were having those good times while he was out there delivering food and wasting his college time.
He remembered when he had been invited to a big house party right at the start of his time at college, right after he had arrived. That was, perhaps, the party that stuck in his mind the most, and there were obvious reasons for that.
It had been an amazing party, and he’d had a great time, wondering if this was a sign of just how his college career was going to be. He remembered looking around at the dancing people, the hot, scantily clad, women, and thinking to himself that if this was what lay ahead for him then he had no complaints at all.
He hadn't wanted the evening to end. In fact, at one point, he had looked around and seen with some disappointment that most people seemed to have left. He wondered why, thinking to himself that it was still early. Then, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was, in fact, the following morning.
He looked outside and saw the first gray light of dawn.
Things seemed to be winding down.
He headed out into the back garden to look at the sunrise and think about the fun that he'd had, and contemplate the fact that he was really here, away at college - he was really doing it, and it was everything that he had hoped that it would be.
There was no one else in the garden. He’d walked further down, toward the bottom of the garden, breathing in the morning air. It was a warm morning, and the breeze felt good on his face.
He’d been standing near the bottom, lost in his thoughts, and hadn’t heard the footsteps behind him till the other person was almost right beside him.
He’d turned around and been stunned by what he had seen.
There was a beautiful girl standing there, looking at him with a little smile on her lips.
She was of average height, with a slim, athletic, build. She was wearing a tight dress that showed off her perky breasts and the gentle curve of her hips, as well as her toned legs.
She had long, blonde, hair, blue eyes and a beautiful face. She was smiling at him as though she knew some secret - and, whatever it was, suddenly he wanted to know it too.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi yourself,” she said, “what are you doing down here?”
“I guess I hadn’t realized quite how late it was getting. Or, how early, I guess. Depending on your perspective. I just thought that I’d come and get a bit of fresh air. Gather my thoughts.”
“Anything you’d like to share?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to one side and giving him a quizzical look.
“Sorry?” he asked.
“Your thoughts. Anything that you’d like to share.”
He was thinking to himself that he’d love to see what she looked like out of that dress. He was thinking of what it would feel like to touch her, to feel every soft part of her body. He was thinking that he wanted her, wanted to taste her, to be inside her, to hear her moan.
Of course, he knew that he couldn’t share these particular thoughts with her.
“Oh, you know. Nothing very interesting,” he shrugged.
"Well, how about we find something more interesting than your thoughts, then?"
He wasn’t sure what she meant, or how he should respond to this, but he didn’t have time to think it through or work out an answer.
Suddenly, she grabbed his hand.
“Come on,” she said, “I want to show you something.”
She led him down to some bushes at the bottom of the garden. There was a gate, and she pushed it open. It was rusty and screeched in protest.
They stepped into another garden.
“I came and had a look earlier,” she said, “wait till you see what the neighbors have got here.”
She led him along a path, and he was surprised to see a hot tub, surrounded by bushes, at the end of their garden.
She turned to him, still holding his hand, and pulled him to her.
“What do you say? Want to go for a dip?”
His initial reaction was that he should explain that he didn't have any swimming shorts, that they might get caught, and that maybe they should get out of there. But, as he stood before her, looking down into her face, feeling her hand holding his, all that he could think about was how incredibly beautiful she was.
He looked at her, and she looked back at him.
“Never mind,” she said, shaking her head slightly.
Then, she pulled him down to kiss her.
He grabbed hold of her, and their kiss intensified.
He pulled her to him, feeling her soft body against him.
He felt her rub against him, felt her perky breasts pushing against his body.
He grabbed her ass, and he felt her hands pulling at his T-shirt. He raised his arms above his head as she stripped his T-shirt from his body.
She ran her hands all over his torso, and then her hands went to his pants.
He didn’t try to stop her. He kissed her, hard on the lips, and then she was pushing his pants down, and he was unhooking her dress, pushing the straps from her shoulders, pushing it down to the floor.
She didn’t have a bra on. His hands went to her breasts as he pushed himself against her, rubbing his cock against her through his boxer shorts.