Nobody home

Jake pulls the truck to the curb and brings it to a stop in front of a small bungalow. He grins as he hands you the electronic clipboard. "This package is signature delivery only, so if they're not home, just bring back the package. And fill out one of the paper sticky slips, and leave it on their door." You nod, and step out of the truck.

You walk up to the house confidently, practially strutting, hoping that the person inside is watching you through the window, getting turned on. Your gait arouses you, slowly rousing the tingling skin across your entire body. You arrive at the front door, and ring the bell. There is no response. You wait a half minute, and ring again. Still no response. "Damn," you swear in your head. No luck. You fill out one of the paper sticky sheets, and put a small, barely legible "your loss" on the bottom of it. Frustrated, you stomp gracelessly back to the delivery truck.

Jake takes a look at the package as you hop in, and shrugs. "Lots of people at work, or whatever. Next house, maybe." You nod, but are somewhat annoyed. After all, your skin is now tingling, and instead of filling you with an excited rush like it did as you walked up to the house, it's just kind of annoying. Buck's chuckling echoing around the back of the truck doesn't really put you in a better mood, either. Jake drives a few minutes to the next delivery location, while Buck fetches the next package from the back.

Jake pulls to the curb again. Buck hands up the package from the hatch to the back, and you hop out of the truck. This time, you walk up the driveway and the sidewalk a little more quickly, as your skin begins to itch. Your clit seems to be the focus of the fire this time, and your thoughts keep being drawn to it as you traverse the sidewalk. The bell rings, and you stand impatiently, waiting for an answer that does not come. Letting out a small cry of frustration, you quickly scribble in info for the stickform, and put it on the door.

You stomp back to the truck. Jake grimaces when he sees the angry expression on your face. "Nobody there, huh?" You glare at him, and he says no more, simply pulling out the truck to drive to the next house, just down the street. You hand the package back to Buck to store, and he hands you the next package. "This one," he says, "doesn't need a signature, so don't worry about filling out the forms." You glare at him now, until Jake says, "I'm sure there'll be somebody home this time. We rarely get three houses in a row without anybody home." You scowl scissors your legs slightly, trying to stimulate your clit without touching it, since you have the feeling that if you start touching it you will not be able to stop.

Jake stops in front of a third house, this one just a block down the street from the last. "Go get 'em," he says. You hop out of the truck, and practically run up to the front door. Your skin now is burning, and you feel an uncontrollable urge to fuck or be fucked. You ring the bell, and stand for several long seconds, your legs clamped tightly together, until you realize that nobody is going to answer this door, either. With a cry, you drop the box and the electronic clipboard, and reach your hand underneath your skirt and inside your underwear. You quickly and forcefully rub your clit until you reach a short, sharp orgasm, a process that takes less than a minute, all told. The itching fades somewhat, and your clit ceases its pronounced burning, but the tingling underneath and all around your body remains. Apparently satisfying yourself is not as satisfying as being satisfied by another.

Realizing that you need some human contact, and fast, you run back to the truck. "Let's get it moving," you demand, "or I'll fuck you right in that driver's seat in plain view." Jake hesitates for a moment, perhaps considering that to be a good option, but then puts the truck into drive, and pulls out on to the street. "That sounds great," Jake says, "but I'm interested to see you make 'a delivery.'" Jake drives onward.

As Jake again pulls the truck up to the curb to park it, you reach over, and place a hand on his cock, through his pants. "Listen," you whisper, "if there's not anybody here, I'm probably going to need this when I get back." Jakes gulps, and nods nervously. You smile sweetly, then kiss him hungrily, sucking on his lip. By the time he reacts enough to try and kiss back, you have pulled away, and are stepping out of the truck.

The aggressive action seems to soothe the tingling a little, and you are able to once again strut up to the house. You set your stance in front of the door, and reach out to ring the bell. Just as your finger makes contact, the door swings open, revealing the person inside.