In uniform

The high heels make a strangely echoing clicking as you walk down the hallway to the front door. Even that small sound fills the house with subtle reverberations, and by the time you reach the door, it feels as if the whole house is faintly trembling around you. Shaking your head in an attempt to clear the fuzziness from your brain, you open the door.

Standing at the door is a United Package Service delivery man. It is not the black man who was at your door just minutes earlier, but a different one. This man is white, and his short sleeved uniform shirt shows an extensive collection of tattoos on his arms. While you would qualify both as "muscular," where the other man was well toned, this man is bulky, with bulging biceps and thick thighs. A slightly pink and flushed face anchored by a wide, flat nose sits atop a pipe-thick neck. His shirt and shorts are ill-fitting, a size or two too small, but you assume it is on purpose, to show off his ample musculature, and what you can tell is an ample cock. The man breathes heavily but slowly, in a sort of deep huffing. He has a name embroidered on his shirt pocket -- "Buck."

Buck stares at you incredulously, and you realize that you are still only wearing the lingerie and the heels. His eyes bounce up and down your body, not seeming to be able to decide where to settle. Though his mouth was open when you flung wide the door as if he was intending to say something immediately, he snaps it shut in shock and awe. You know that the heels pushing up your hips make your ass look especially full, so you complement it by crossing your arms, lightly lifting and enhancing your cleavage. The man just continues to stare at you.

Eventually, you decide to break the silence. "Whatever on earth can you be here for? I just got a package from UPS, though I admit it wasn't quite what I wanted." You grin at him impishly, and are pleased to note that his shorts are bulging almost to the point of tearing open. The impression made by the cock, even contained and limited, starts you tingling again. This time, the sesnsation originates from your vagina, and seems to sleep out slowly across you.

"Yeah, Jake told me about that." Buck's voice is a little harsh, as if there are little flecks of metal rubbing against other metal inside his throat. "I'm pretty proud of the kid, making his first 'house call.' Sounds like he fucked it up, though. Sounds like he left you hanging."

As he talks, the burning inside you builds. You step forward, and reach a hand down towards the zipper on his shorts. He laughs again, that strange, harsh, but not entirely unfriendly laugh, as he firmly grips your wrist with a calloused hand. "Believe me when I say that I will fuck you until your brain feels like Jello." He steps into the doorway, reaches a hand around you to grab your ass, and lets go of your wrist to rub your clit through the thong. "Today, though, we're on a tight schedule, so here's my plan. Go put on some khaki clothes, and come out to the truck. Anybody who sees you will just think you're a delivery girl. Sound good?"

At these last words, he lets go of you, and walks back down the sidewalk. Your asscheek is tingling now where he gripped it, and his stroking of your clit, muted though it was, has your crotch wet and itching again. You kick off the high heels, and half run to your room, where you pull out the first khaki articles of clothing you can find. The shirt is a tight little button up number with a collar and long sleeves, which you only button up as far as is strictly necessary to keep your tits from falling out of it. For a bottom, you find a courdoroy miniskirt, and you quickly shrug it on. Slipping into a pair of sandals, you quickly survey yourself in the mirror. Your covered arms contrast nicely with your mostly uncovered legs. To complete the outfit, you dig a tan visor out of your closet. One last pass in the mirror shows you a reflection of the sexiest UPS delivery girl that has walked this planet. Before you dart out of the house, you feel oddly compelled to spritz yourself again with the strange gift perfume.

You run to the door, and then walk cooly down the sidewalk to the delivery truck. The back door is open, and Buck stands on the bumper, to give you a helping hand into the truck. You step up into it, and it rumbles off down the street.