It's the delivery man with a package for Candy!

The delivery man standing on the front step was speechless for a moment after Candy opened the door, completely distracted by Candy's stunning cleavage, swelling out of her tanktop like twin flesh balloons after she pulled her robe sash tight. "It's a.. I mean, I have a package for a..." His eyes darted back to the package to reread the name, though he'd already read it at least three times on his way to the door. "...Candy Hart?"

"Well, That's me!" Candy said excitedly, happy that the package she'd been waiting for had arrived on time. As he tapped something into the tablet he carried, Candy noticed something. "You're not our regular delivery man, are you? What happened to Marty, the older guy?"

"Retired last week," the new guy said as he glanced up from his tablet, his eyes fixing on Candy's thinly covered bust before darting back down a moment later, and tapped his tablet twice more. Finally finished, he looked up to the gorgeous housewife and held out his hand. "I'm Rick, by the way. I guess I'll be your new Marty from now on!"

Rick had ridden with Marty over the last week, learning the ropes of what would soon be his route, and the old man had told him about the busty blond, grumbling about what an airhead she was. He'd also mentioned once, twice or ten times that she had "The nicest set of cans you'll ever see," as he put it, but the twenty-one-year-old was still completely unprepared for seeing Candy up close and in person.

"Just, uh.. sign here," he said as he passed the tablet to the woman and watched her bust jiggle slightly as she signed her name in looping cursive. By the time she passed the tablet back, Rick was sporting a half-chub in his khaki shorts. "And then here's your package, Mrs. Hart! I, uh, saw that it's from that costume company. Is somebody in the family doing some early Halloween shopping?"

"No," Candy said as she looked at the label with giddiness, "It's for me. For the comic convention in the city tomorrow!"

"Oh? I wouldn't have guessed you for a big comic book fan. I mean, just on account of you being a lady. Not that girls can't read comics, too..." Rick swore to himself in his head as he got flustered talking to the gorgeous blond, but she didn't seem to notice his rambling.

"I"m not. Not really, anyways. I've seen a lot of the superhero movies though," Candy explained as she picked at end of the tape sealing the package. "My son's the big fan. I'm taking him and his friends to the convention for the weekend. Separate rooms, of course. He's 'too old' to share a room with his mom. Anyways, they've all got costumes that they made and I wanted to surprise him by dressing up, too!"

Rick's mind was whirling as he tried to imagine the busty blond dressed up as a superhero, and he suddenly heard himself saying, "We actually do a service for that costume company and, uh.. if you want to try it on right now, we can make sure it fits and if it doesn't, or if something's wrong with it, then, uh.. we can return it for you. Express. Of course. So you can get one that fits right away." His eyes got wider as he heard himself talking, unsure of how he was coming up with such a blatant lie, but it was obvious that Candy thought it was an amazing idea!

"Really? That's fantastic!" She opened the door wider and gave Rick a little wave, motioning for him to come in. "You can wait in the living room while I try it on. It might take a couple minutes to get into it, so just make yourself comfortable!"

As he took a seat on the living room sofa, Rick knew that he'd have to work through his lunch break for spending so much time at one house, but he had a feeling it was going to be worth the wait to see whatever Candy was going to change into.