Gosh you forgot there was a delivery that day!

The delivery man is at the door as you start running around in your g-string looking for something to put on and open the door. You can hear him calling through the door and ringing the bell. You're such a dummy! You run up the stairs and into your room, catching the first set of clothes you find in the mess, as the door rings and rings. Yelling that you're on your way you sprint down the stairs putting on your top and reach the door, panting, saying in a way too husky voice "Yes hello what is it?".

The delivery man is a tall white-skinned Trumale, and God is he built like a bull. You've never seen such a huge man. He's at least two heads taller than you, very wide, and you can see the muscle rolling and pointing under his tight black t-shirt. He stares down at you for a second as you catch your breath and gasp at the sight of him, and explains in a deep voice that he's here to bring the new whatever-electrical-appliance-oh-fuck-you-just-look-at-this-man's-arms-you're-sure-that-he-could-break-you-in-two-pieces-if-he-wanted-and... "Miss?" he's asking you something, and you're pulled out of your daydreaming, realising you were nibbling on your own lips. "Is it okay if I come in to do the installation, I said?" You blush and confound yourself in excuses, agreeing of course that he came to install the whatever he was delivering.

He makes his way into the kitchen, carrying his heavy crates one after the other. You don't really know what to do with yourself, and eventually find a way to sit not-too-unnaturally on a counter, your legs crossed and the cold marble on your butt, trying to compose yourself. Wait. Your legs crossed and the cold marble on your... butt... On your... You forgot to put a bottom and you've been walking around in a g-string in front of him all along since he arrived. You just feel your face getting from peach pink to bright red in a few seconds. Thankfully you put on your top. Your top. It's the pink one with "Lil' skank" written on it. You know it before you have time to look at it. You look at it. Of course it had to be that one.

He noticed as well, he had to. You're shaking, wondering what is going to happen. "Can I have a glass of water?" he asks. "A wha... wha... a what?", you manage to answer. "Water. I'm thirsty. Can I get a glass?" You agree and get to the cupboard, feeling his eyes on your tan ass, embarrassed. You're such a dope! As you come back to him with his full glass of water, you can see that he's not fixing anything anymore. He drinks it in two huge gulps and give it back to you, you can tell he is staring at this half-naked, blushing, tan, and clearly slutty Pleasureboy and already having a lot of ideas. You can almost hear the small machine in his head putting you in all sorts of shameful situations.