no, not now

I glance at Greta's brown eyes as her fingers grip my cock through the fabric of my overalls. "Now is not the time," I say, shaking my head. "Maybe later?"

She smiles reassuringly, as she unzips the left side of my overalls. "Just a little kiss won't hurt." Immediately, she reaches in and pulls out my hardening member, giving my cockhead a quick wet kiss.

I try not to show that I am enjoying it. How I wish it had been longer, but the apprehension at being new at work keeps me from encouraging her further.

She tucks it back inside, but does not zip back my overalls. "You really look tense," she says, as she licks her lips and smiles at me.

"I guess that's how I feel when I'm new."

"You have to loosen up," she remarks, as she starts the engine. "Our customers would think we are rude."

I nod in silence as we leave the company premises and head towards the first address on the delivery list. We enter a suburban neighborhood and Greta stops the truck on the shoulder of the road.

I glance at the list again and check the street signs up ahead. "This doesn't look like any address on the list," I say. I look around when I don't hear any reply and hear the rear door of the truck being unbolted. I head towards the rear to see what Greta was up to.

"We don't have this address on the list," I say, noticing her pulling out a long large box which was almost as large as a person. "What's in it?"

"Things like this don't get listed," she says matter-of-factly. "Would you care to deliver this to the address on the label?"

I lift the box, expecting something heavy. It was light for its size. I head for the apartment listed on the label-- Door 2B, 2nd Floor. Failing to find the elevator, I proceed up the stairs and stop in front of the indicated location on the label. A certain "Alina Brown" was supposed to be residing here.

I knock on the door a couple of times. A woman in a short pink bathrobe opens the door slightly. The smell of lavender permeates the air. Her hair is wrapped in a white towel. "Yes?" she asks, eyeing me curiously.

"There's a discrete package for you ma'am," I say, presenting her with the box.

When she notices the box, her eyes widen with excitement. "Come in. Please do come in," she says hurriedly, opening the door completely. "I don't want my nosy neighbor seeing this," she adds.

She closes the door after immediately after I drag the box inside. She then bends forward to verify that the label really indicated her name. As she grasps the box to keep her reading field steady, her bathrobe unexpectedly slips open, revealing her cream-colored B-sized breasts in all their beauty.

My rod instinctively stands at attention, showing **** tenting on my overalls. I glance slightly downward to assess the extent of my exposure. I am shocked to realize that about a quarter of the length of my hardened member is jutting out of the side of the overalls-- the side Greta failed to zip back. I try to ask myself whether Greta did this on purpose before hearing the woman shriek and realizing too late that I should have covered it with my hand.

"Don't go any closer," the woman shouts at me. A stun gun had materialized in her left hand out of nowhere and a smart phone was in her right hand, pressed to her ear. She made no attempt to wrap her naked body with the bathrobe that had fallen around her feet. "I'm calling your boss." She added angrily. "Are you ... Is this some ploy to ..."

"Sorry ma'am, th ... that was an ac ... accident."