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Chapter 68 by dirtykentman

Does the delivery guy bring them in and leave, or is he getting an unexpected tip?

He is certainly going to at least get a good look at the naked girl

Felicity watches as the delivery guy steps through the door, his eyes still drinking in the sight in front of him. She tries to stand with confidence, deciding that if he is going to get a good look of her, she may as well be proud of what he is seeing.

“Bring them over here please” he calls from the sofa and the delivery guy steps past her to follow instructions. Felicity turns to watch as he places the boxes on the small coffee table. She reckons he is mid-twenties and she has to admit quite cute in a geeky way.

“Nice sight isn’t he” he suggests as the delivery guy turns again to look at Felicity, clearly in shock but determined to take in every small detail of what he is seeing.

“Yeah, I mean, like, wow” the delivery guy fumbles his words out as he stares at her more.

“And an eager 18 year old as well, she can be very very dirty” he continues, looking over to Felicity as he places an emphasise on ‘dirty’. “Just look at her, waiting naked like that, such a dirty thing isn’t she.” Felicity can feel her cheeks redden as she hears herself talked about in such a strange way.

The delivery guy looks again at her, clearly confused about what he is expected to say in return, but also very obviously enjoying the sight he has been treated to. For her part, Felicity realises she is feeling a strange pride at being looked at with such obvious lust by this guy, even if she is also deeply embarrassed to be on display in this odd way.

“Bet she is so fucking wet” he continues, “I’m sure I can see a little glistening from between those soft young thighs.” As he says it, Felicity’s mind is drawn to where the two men are now looking, and she knows he is right, that she is wet, she can feel it along with the heat emanating from her.

The delivery guy just stands there, staring, his mouth almost hanging open as he struggles to think what to say. Felicity can’t help but glance down to his crotch, certain that he is hard inside his jeans, a fact that only seems to add to her own growing pleasure at the strange scene, somehow overjoyed to know she has caused such a reaction. She’s lost in thoughts of hard cocks, and so it takes her a moment to register the next words out of his mouth.

“Why don’t you give her a feel, take your choice, a nice young firm boob, or maybe her toned bum, or are you a direct kind of guy and want to get straight to that juicy tight pussy of hers?”

What type of guy is he, what's his preference?

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