I let the guy who delivers our groceries fuck me in my kitchen.
Hey everyone, it's 20F and it happened yesterday. There's this guy who delivers our groceries every week. He's probably around 35-40F and he's always super friendly. We usually chat for a while at the door, but lately it's been getting flirty. He compliments me a lot, and I started wearing cute clothes when I knew he was coming.
Yesterday, my parents were at work, and I was home alone. When he brought in the bags, I was wearing a tiny crop top and very short shorts, no panties. I noticed it immediately. As he was putting the heavier items on the counter, I "accidentally" brushed my butt against him a few times. The tension was running high.
I offered him a cold drink because it was hot outside. He accepted, and we stood in the kitchen chatting. He told me I looked really good and that he thought of me every time he came in. I got bolder and said maybe he should do more than just think about me. That was enough.
He pulled me in, and we started kissing, leaning against the counter. His hands slid right under my tank top and played with my breasts while I rubbed his cock against my pants. I was already wet. He turned me over, leaned me over the kitchen counter, and pulled down my shorts. He kissed me from behind for a moment, licking my pussy and ass, while I tried not to moan too loudly.
Then he stood up, rubbed his cock against me, and slowly entered. He was quite thick, and it felt so good. He fucked me hard and deep right there in the kitchen, one hand gripping my hair and the other on my hip. I came once like that. He turned me over, lifted one of my legs, and fucked me face-first, kissing me. I came again, and then he pulled out and ejaculated on my stomach and breasts.
He quickly washed up, finished putting away the groceries as if nothing had happened, and left. I'm still thinking about it, and I sincerely hope something else happens this week. I've never felt like such a prostitute, but I still like it.