UPS Driver and the Hungry Wife

Josh was given his own truck and route just before the holiday rush. He quickly learned there were regulars - people who ordered shit online a lot - that were a routine of each day. There were nasty dogs and awful driveways and creepy houses.

Then there was 50 Magnolia Lane.

That was the McAllisters. Heather was a 40-something wife and stay-at-home mom who ran a small business from home and also did a lot of online shopping. So Josh discovered he was going to that house almost every day.

Heather was very friendly and engaging. A green-eyed brunette with hair often pulled to a bun or simply scrunchied-up in a ponytail, it was clear she took very little time for herself. He often met Josh at the door in jeans and a t-shirt or leggings and a sweater. On some days, she was still in pajamas.

Every time she had a smile and a cheerful voice. Little by little, Josh and Heather developed a conversational relationship. Over time they'd make small talk about life, family, work and the weather. Josh enjoyed seeing Heather and, being a man, had random thoughts about her based on what he did see on occasion in a well-fitting t-shirt (nice tits) and leggings (great ass).

The conversation soon turned flirty. Josh was a young, strapping man. Heather was a lonely, adventurous woman. It was only natural. But there was always an issue: Josh had a GPS on his truck and couldn't meet her anywhere. Heather had her husband with a random work schedule who could be home at any time.

So with the sexual tension building between them, Josh told Heather this:

"When you know he's not going to be home for a while, give me a sign and I'll know to park the truck around the block."

So about a week later, Josh is driving along Magnolia Lane and stops in front of the McAllister's house. He looked to the front door.



He did a double-take.



He smiled.

Heather had given him the sign.



Josh drove away. He parked at a nearby strip mall, packed his hand truck and headed down Magnolia Lane.

Last stop, house no. 50.

Heather waited anxiously inside on her couch, wrapped in that towel and sipping a glass of liquid courage.

Josh approached already semi-erect and sweating.

He walked into the house, put two boxes by the door and looked toward the couch. Heather turned, smiled and stood up.

The towel fell.

Their eyes met.

"I have 5 minutes," he said as she quickly unbuckled his company-issue brown shorts. "Then the GPS alert is sent."

Heather lowered to her knees as she pulled out the package she'd been long waiting for.

"Think you can last that long?" she smiled.

Four minutes later, Heather laid on her couch, her panties on the floor and the towel on her belly sopping up Josh's seed.

Josh pushed the hand truck down Magnolia Lane.