Nervous

“Thanks.” He followed me into the dining room. “You can just sit it down right here on the table.”

“No problem.” He looked at the receipt taped to the side of the box. “That’ll be sixteen-fifty.”

I had tucked the twenty into my bra. Instead of reaching down to get it inconspicuously, I put on a show. I unbuttoned the shirt I had on and exposed my bra, then whipped out my titty so he could see my nipple and took out the money. I handed it to him, without covering myself up. “Here you go. Keep the change.”

He licked his sexy-ass lips. “Thanks.”

I started squeezing his arm. “You look like you work out. Do you?”

“Whenever I get a chance.”

“You work out at home or at the gym?”

“Mostly at home but sometimes I go to the gym.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“The Body Sculpture.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of it.” I licked my lips back at him. “Do all the men who work out there look as fine as you? If so, I might need to start hanging out there.”

He blushed. “Um, I’m not sure. I’m not one to check out other men.”

“So you don’t know if they’re as well-hung as you, then?”

“What makes you think I’m well-hung?” he asked me.

“Just an assumption. You seem like the type of man that would have major holdings.” I slid my hand down his arm and onto his crotch. “Oh yeah, my assumption was right.”

He started laughing. “This is wild!”

“Do you have other deliveries to make?”

He nodded. “Yeah, but they won’t give them to me until I get back to the shop.” He looked at his watch. “I should really get going.”

I stood on my toes and nibbled gently on his chin. “Couldn’t you tell them you had car trouble or something?”

He lowered his mouth onto mine and darted his tongue into my mouth. “I suppose I could do that, if I had the right motivation to do so.”

“Well, then, let me give you some motivation.”

I sat down on a dining-room chair and started unzipping his pants. He looked like he could split bricks with his dick when I took it out.

“Um, chocolate on a stick, my favorite,” I said. I remembered seeing some whipped cream in Jon’s refrigerator. “Sit down on the table. I’ll be right back.”

When I came back, he was completely nude and spread-eagle on the dining-room table.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I said. I squeezed some whipped cream on the head of his dick. “Feed Momma the dick.”

I took my time licking the whipped cream off his dick as he moaned and groaned. Then I deep-throated him until he exploded in my mouth.

“Mighty tasty,” I commented afterward.

“Glad you liked it,” he replied.

I took off my clothes and climbed onto the table from the opposite direction, placing my pussy over his face while I took his dick into my mouth again. We sucked on each other for a while and then I moved down, smearing my pussy juice over his chest and abdomen. I climbed on top of him backward and sat on his dick. As I rode him, it sounded like someone slurping up a thick milkshake through a straw.

Once I had my way with him, I told him, “You can get dressed now.”