Sunday continued PT 1

Jess's POV: Jess heard a truck pull up outside the house at 2:30 on the dot. She jumped up and looked out her window and saw a black van being parked up. Once it was parked a tall, well muscled ebony god stepped out of the driver's side and walked up to the door. And rang the bell. Jess skipped down the stairs and opened the door beaming. The man did a double take when he saw her. Blushing she remembered she was still in nothing but her underwear. Then she saw a stir in the crotch area of his black Adidas shorts. She grinned, up at his face "I know you called to explain, but you're still 2 hours late!" She teased gently. The man sighed.

"Apologies ma'am, it's been a nightmare day. Sometimes I want to **** that useless white needle dick of a boss of mine! Ah apologies miss, please ignore me. I meant no disrespect to you!" She was still grinning,

"So do I need to sign something or show you ID before you deliver the goods?" The man shook his head as if to clear it.

"No ID necessary ma'am, but if you could sign here, he pulled out a POD from his pocket and she signed instantly, "Alright miss, if you just wait here, I'll go and get your things for you!"

He brought in a huge cardboard box, went back to his truck and brought in numerous flat pack boxes. "where do you want all of this?" He gestured at the boxes.

"In my room! Follow me!" She led the way upstairs and into her room as he carried the flat packs in first. " Do you have any more deliveries today?" She asked casually as he laid the boxes down carefully.

"Nah, you're the only delivery today. Normally I don't work Fridays or Sundays, but I need the overtime. So uhm would you like help setting this all up? I mean it's simple enough if you follow the instructions, but if you make even a single mistake things could get very messy, very quickly!"

"Sure thanks!" She beamed at him, "can I get you a drink while you do that?"

"Sure! A water would be great! Thanks!" Jess jumped up and ran down the stairs. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and added two ice cubes from the freezer. As she was pouring his water, she fanned herself heavily, what a hunk she thought to herself, I wonder if he'd be interesting in helping out more on Friday night?She went back upstairs with the iced water and handed it to him just as he finished putting the last screws in place.

"Great timing! It's done, unless.... Do you want the wheels on or off?" He asked as he gratefully accepted the water.

"Wheels on, it will make it easier to move it around as and when I need to, considering to there's going to be a man strapped into it all week as of tomorrow. Uhm Hey listen, I didn't catch your name, but if your free on Friday, would you like to come back here in the evening and help me with a little project?"

The man chuckled, "I'm Jaime, and whilst your offer is very tempting, I spend my Fridays with my sister. There's this very hot blog on a forum we love to read together and fantasize about doing some of the stuff that's on there. My sister would kill me if I miss this week's catch up especially. Apparently the writer is going to act on her writings and record everything on video for us. Given the items you brought, it might interest you too actually! It's on a site called: VWD.com and the blog is by littlesis. It's kinda fucked, but super hot!"

Jess just smiled, went over to her laptop, brought up VWD.com and opened up the side menu that displayed her username. She turned around and showed him. She giggled as his jaw dropped, "what did you think the little project I wanted your help with was?" She smirked.

He cleared his throat, "I need to go, uhm very nice to meet you miss Willcutt, I'll uh ask my sister if maybe I can skip our weekly appointment to help you with your project."

Jess smiled and handed him a scrap of paper with her number on. She leaned in close to his ear "Call me, one way or the other!" She breathed and gave him a peck on his cheek. She could see a huge tent in his shorts now, so much so that his waistband was about 20 CMS away from his waist. She giggled as he stumbled down the stairs to his truck and drove away. Boys, she thought amused, even strong, hung black boys are nothing compared to us girls. But at least they're more useful than pathetic little white boys.