A young parcel courier

As I open the door I am greeted by the young spotty face of a boy in blue bike shorts and a blue shirt with the logo of "DBD - Discreet Bike Delivery" printed on it. The boy, I'd guess he was 15, maybe 16, had a rather nerdy appearance. He was a bit overweight and with his thick glasses and his unkempt, oily hair showing through his helmet, he looked like the kind of kids that regularly got locked into their locker at school.

I felt a bit uncomfortable as he didn't say anything and just ogled me up and down, then up again and finally resting on my chest, while trying to undress me in his mind. Since he still didn't start talking after another 10 seconds I decided to break the spooky silence. "Yes, what can I do for you? I guess you have something for me?" Snapped out of his obvious sex fantasy, the young man stuttered: "U-U-Uhm...yes Miss. I... I have an express parcel for you!"

"Uh...huh...I never would have guessed..." Why else would he be standing in front of my door? By the look in his eyes which were still locked on my heaving cleavage, I was sure he was one of those boys who had never seen any boobs in his life yet and probably won't be seeing any for a very long time if he didn't stop behaving that stupid. "Strange...I can't remember having ordered anything. Are you sure this is for me?" I do order some stuff online from time to time, but I'm not one of those girls who receive 5 new pairs of shoes, 3 dresses and 7 bras from all these online shops a day...especially not by express delivery.

"Let me check on my mobile if I forgot about an order, or maybe a special free express delivery option from an online shop order I forgot about." I started to regret wearing those old 2000s baggy shorts at home. I already had them when I was a teenager, but as I needed to bend over to reach my mobile in these deep bags, I could feel that due to my tight top riding up my globes, the only thing that stopped me from being topless were my big nipples fighting with the fabric. Exposed, showing everything below my milk tubes when I got up again I flushed seeing that the delivery boy now had his mouth open drooling on the floor. I knew it was impossible to push the top down again without giving him even more of a show, I just wanted to get over with this and quickly unlocked my phone.

Checking my mails, I couldn't find any orders related to DBD delivery service, but as I was about to push the power button again to activate sleep mode again, I noticed 9....ping! 10 new push-messages from an app called Mindsweeper. Somehow the fact if I ordered something didn't matter that much to me anymore, as I couldn't think of anything else than taking this very important parcel from the courier and giving him the best show of his life. "Why don't you hand the parcel over to me then?" I purred.
As I bent forward, reaching for the parcel I stretched my arms at the sides of my rack, pushing my jugs together. My face turned crimson red as the tug of the top became too strong, resulting in my bouncy orbs being on full display now. The cold winter air in the unheated stairwell needed only seconds to turn my pink nipples into glasscutters. In the meantime, the delivery boy started drooling, his hands still holding the parcel in a tight grip as I try to take it from him. I felt embarrassed, displaying my tits to this teenager, but somehow the feeling of having lost control of this situation also made me extremely horny. After a few more awkward moments he finally released his grip and I could put the parcel on the shoe cabinet.

As I was about to close the door again to finally get over this strange situation, the courier called: "Uhm Miss... erh..." he checked the paper on his clipboard “... Vertigo...You still need to sign here!" How the heck does this guy know my chyoa username? Is this voyeur perv...I felt my phone vibrate in my pants again. "Oh...of course Mister...how could I forget. Where do I need to sign again?" He showed me the empty space for my signature on the paper and then rotated his clipboard 180 degrees, so I could sign.

I was sure he held it that low on purpose, since I needed to bend over again, now deeper than before which caused my tits to hang freely. They still were firm and not saggy at all but very soft and sensitive, so I couldn't supress a little moan as my right protruding nipple and areola brushed the boys hand holding the clipboard. The courier was blushing too as I walked back into my flat. "Thank you miss! I hope you'll enjoy your new goods! “

I closed the door, leaned my back at it and inhaled deeply. What did just happen? Why do I feel so horny exposing my boobs in a public stairwell, where everyone passing by -including my neighbours- could watch me? I tried to set these thoughts aside as curiosity came over me. I quickly got myself a knife from the kitchen -this time not bothering whether anyone from outside the window could see my rack- and opened the parcel.