A new delivery person

You release your grip on the straps, and let your back slide down to the floor. Your feet slide outward across the smooth metal as you do so, until you sit on the floor, with your legs straight out and spread. Buck's cum seeps out of your pussy, which is still slightly opened from the muscle memory of its recent filling. Your body has ceased its tingling, and you feel again at rest, calmed, and sleepy.

Buck pulls a handkerchief out of his back pocket, and wipes his cock clean before tucking it back in to his pants. There are wet dark spots on his short near the zipper, presumably from your juices. Buck seems not to notice them, and zips himself up. Buck grins at you, then hands over the handkerchief. You refold it, giving yourself a clean patch, and wipe between your legs. Though you can still feel a sheen of Buck's cum inside you, you can at least clean off your labia an inner thighs. "Thanks," you say, as you toss Buck back his now-cumstained handkerchief.

Your eyes are suddenly shocked by piercing brightness, as you hear the rear door of the truck opening. The door quickly closes again, and in the murky darkness, you can just make out the dim outline of Jake between the sparkling points of brightness that still mar your vision.

Buck stands up and slaps Jake on the back. "You ready for a go at her, kid?" It annoys you slightly that Buck is talking about you as if you were not present, or just a child, but at the same time, in a strange and twisted way, the objectification turns you on. Buck keeps cajoling Jake. "She's pretty weak-knee'd at the moment, so I'd recommend bending her over the prep table, if I were you." Buck's accompanying laugh is gravelly and somewhat sinister.

Jake smile, but shakes his head. "No, perhaps a little later, if she is interested." Jake's voice is a pleasant contrast to Buck's, a smooth baritone against Buck's gravel pit drawl. His voice seeps into the cracks of your sleepiness, catching your **** attention, and drawing you back to the situation at hand. You find yourself thinking that you'd rather like to bent over a table by Jake, assuming of course that he had the wherewithal to overcome his timidity.

Buck's grin is a constant and leering thing. "Oh, she's interested, aren't you sweety. You should hear her when she's going." Again, Buck is not even looking at you as he talks about you.

Jake, on the other hand, gazes evenly at you as he replies, "I'm aware. I heard most of it. Good thing you quieted down when you did, since the man signing for the package was giving me funny looks already. I had to claim we had a live animal delivery today." Jake's smile is a warmer and more friendly thing than Buck's, and it puts you at ease. At ease -- and just the tiny bit aroused.

The desire is in your mind before the tingling even stirs your skin, though the tingling is not far behind. "Maybe you do have a live animal to deliver," you venture. "I'm in uniform, more or less -- maybe I can make the next delivery?" The possibilities are already igniting your only temporarily dormant body.

Buck laughs out loud. "Now that IS an idea, and a good one at that." Jake smiles too, though he does not say anything. Instead, he undoes a restraining strap, removes a box from a carton, then refastens the strap. Holding the box out to you, he states "why don't you come up front with me. I'll move the truck a little further down the street -- our next delivery is just a couple blocks away." You grab your thong off the floor and follow Jake through the little half door into the truck's cab, sitting on the passenger side. As Jake drives the truck the couple of blocks to the next stop, you pull on your thong, and prepare yourself mentally for your first delivery.