Just like a delivery girl

"Wait right here," Jenna purred as she stood up, "and I'll show you."

David looked like he wanted to take hold of her right there, but he managed to restrain himself, allowing his sexy, blonde, girlfriend to slip through his fingers. She left him sat on the couch, doubtless tense with anticipation, as she slinked to the bedroom. With every step she threw her ample hips from side to side, swaying like a stripper to further excite her man.

Even without her promise yesterday, Jenna would have been more than happy to do this. She had been strangely aroused all day, ever since she'd made her last delivery. It had once again taken a lot of self control to not just spend the whole afternoon playing with her needy pussy. Now that she was very literally on her way to get some dick, those horny feelings were rushing back to the fore.

Once she was out of view, she quelled the motion of her hips. There wasn't much point in showing off if there was no one to see, after all. Walking normally, she hurried into the bedroom and threw open David's bedside drawer. In the back corner, where he always kept them, were his condoms. If Jenna were a jealous gf, she would have counted them, but she didn't bother. There was simply no way she or David would ever cheat on each other.

The sight of her reflection briefly caught Jenna's eye as she straightened up to leave again. Long, blonde, hair cascaded down to one shoulder, partly covering her chest where her shirt still tightly embraced her boobs. Only now did she notice that her bra was just visible through her shirt, a dark silhouette on her chest and with straps over her shoulders. It must have been noticeable all day. It didn't really bother Jenna, but she hoped it didn't make a bad impression on her first day on the job.

Looking at her bra only made Jenna more aware of how it sat on her body, digging in to her chest and shoulders. She decided to ditch it already. It would be coming off sooner rather than later anyway, and losing it now would save David having to fumble with it. With a sigh of relief, she loosed her DD puppies, her erect nipples instantly popping through the tight fabric of her t-shirt.

With one hand she slid her bra out from under her shirt and threw it on the bed, before marching out the door. Condoms in hand, she strode back to the living room, returning the spicy sway to her hips just before she walked in. David was still on the couch waiting for her, his hands resting on his thighs as he stared at her with wide eyes. It looked like Jenna would be taking the lead again, but that was okay, she was used to doing that with David.

"Excuse me sir," she said in her most sultry tone. As she spoke she strode across the room towards her boyfriend, shaking out her long blonde hair luxuriantly, before locking her eyes on him with a sexy pout. "I believe you have a package for me?"

David stared at her, slack jawed. He always made her feel so beautiful, even without saying anything at all.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything," Jenna continued, "I see it now." Leaning forward over her boyfriend, she lay a hand on his inner thigh and ran it up to the center of his crotch. Beneath her palm, she could feel his rod hardening, understandably excited by her touch and her words. Still keeping in constant contact with David's jeans, Jenna ran her hand up to his zipper, before easing it down as teasingly slowly as she dared.

Already, she had to pull the zip over the hill of David's hardening bulge, a minor speedbump on her way to screwing her boyfriend's brains out. Once his jeans were open, and she could see the bulge in his groin through only the thinnest covering of his boxer shorts, she couldn't hold herself back anymore. Without any more teasing she grabbed his waistband and yanked his underwear down, unveiling her boyfriend's mostly hard cock.

"Ohh, what a nice package," Jenna purred, wrapping one hand around it's shaft so that just the tip was poking out. Her boyfriend groaned, a sound that only got louder as she gently stroked his length.

"I can tell it's not fragile, but I think you're meant to store it this way up!" She pointed his dick straight up in his lap, a modest tower of pleasure that barely needed her hand for support. With just one hand she coaxed it to it's full hardness, milking out a drop of precum from it's pinkish tip. Holding it steady with one hand, she held up the condom with the other, ripping it open with her teeth as she stared at her boyfriend.

"A nice package like this, you've got to make sure you wrap it up right," she explained, spitting the corner of the condoms wrapper from her mouth as she spoke. Sliding her hand down to hold his dick by the base, Jenna placed the condom to David's tip, and began to carefully roll it down.

"Shit, I hope you don't treat all your customers like this," David groaned, his first words since Jenna had walked into the room.

"Only the really handsome ones," Jenna replied, smoothing her hand out at the base of his shaft as she pulled the condom all the way down his hard length.

Now that his package was suitably. . . packaged, Jenna wasted no more time. She ripped her skinny jeans open and wrenched them down her legs, wondering why she hadn't done this earlier as she swayed her hips from side to side, shimmying the tight denim over her thick thighs. Between her perfectly plump legs, her panties clung wetly to her pubic mound. They had been blue when she'd put them on, but now they were so wet that they were nearly black in the middle.

Her underwear's change in color wasn't noticeable long, because as soon as Jenna's jeans were kicked off her heels, her panties were yanked down to meet them. She was in such a **** rush that she barely even bothered shaking her underwear off her feet, climbing into David's lap instead with them still dangling from her left heel like an ankle bracelet.

The tip of his dick was met by the soft and fuzzy pillow of her neat, blonde, bush. Just an inch below, Jenna's pussy trembled with need, and the trickled between her legs increased in intensity. Gripping his shoulders tight, Jenna slid her body up David's cock just a little, so that it fell between her thighs, lined up with her sopping hole. They both moaned in unison as his tip probed her entrance.

Finally, David moved. One hand held her voluptuous thigh, whilst the other moved between their bodies to hold his dick's aim true. He didn't have to do anything else. With her eyes gently closed, Jenna lowered herself in his lap, impaling herself on his ready cock. She was so wet that her body didn't offer a shred of resistance, not until she found her hips already pressed against David's.

Opening her eyes again, she looked hungrily down on her boyfriend, sharing a grin with him before she let her wild side out. Using his shoulders for leverage, she hauled herself up in his lap, before slamming herself back down. The clap of her ass against his thighs rang out loud across the living room. David's hands tightened on her ass, fingers seeking deep into her supple flesh. Jenna replied by grabbing his shoulders tighter, and sliding herself up and down his length again.

This time, she didn't stop after just one pump. She instead moved smoothly up and down his cock, humping her hips down to meet his, before raising them so high again that only the very tip of David's length remained inside her. The wet and sloppy sounds of her gushing pussy being fucked filled the air, soon joined by David's grunting and her own **** moans.

"You like fucking your naughty delivery girl, sir?" Jenna continued her earlier dirty talk between pleasured gasps.

David just nodded, his teeth gritted against the overwhelming pleasure as he slid a hand under her shirt to cup one of her bouncing boobs.

"Oh, I'm so bad," Jenna sighed, "my body's all yours, sir!" Taking one hand from his shoulder, Jenna grabbed the hem of her shirt and hauled it upwards, shamelessly flaunting her flawless DDs to her boyfriend. His wrist held her t-shirt up after that, allowing her to squeeze her breast that wasn't in his grasp. The hard point of her nipple dug into her palm, until she shifted her hand down slightly to pinch that hard nub between her thumb and index finger.

David mirrored the action on her other side, firmly kneading her big boob like he was milking her.

"Oh yes, give it to me! Fuck your slutty delivery girl, yes!" Jenna moaned. Her eyes lightly closed, as she sank deeper into the delivery girl fantasy she had created. She had cooked it up to titillate David, but now the very idea of it was turning her on as well.

Jenna could really picture herself getting railed by a customer, their hands dominantly taking control of her body as they slammed their big cock into her, right there on their filthy front porch.

Tommy's, filthy, front porch.

Opening her eyes again she leant forward and kissed David, wordlessly apologizing for her wandering mind's brief indiscretion. If he had known that she'd been thinking about his former bully, then she knew he would have been crushed, as it was, what David didn't know wouldn't hurt him. His lips readily met hers, as she kept fucking herself against him. Jenna only broke the kiss to come up for air, wild panting escaping her lips as she threw her head back.

Her voice only continued to rise as she bounced on David's lap, his twitching cock making her sing in pleasure. Ever the considerate young woman, Jenna's mind went to her neighbors, even as she was getting dicked down. They'd just moved in, so she had no idea how thin the walls were, and she had no desire to find out by getting a furious knock on the door because she'd been having sex too loud.

In an attempt to keep herself quiet, she rolled her shirt up even further, stuffing it into her mouth like a makeshift gag. Teeth bit down on it's hem as she tried to stay quiet, a little trickle of drool spilling out on to her cheek to mirror the river flowing between her legs.

They hadn't been going at it for very long, but her orgasm seemed so, so close. Hands tightened on her boyfriend's shoulders in anticipation, her thighs twitching around him. A fire was growing in her stomach, one that was about to burst into a roaring inferno.

Until, she heard David grunt.

"Wait, slow down!" He tried to hold her, but Jenna just kept moving. She was inches away, fingertips, all she needed was a little more and she'd get the release she'd been craving for days. David's hips shuddered and faltered, rising erratically to chase her own. Their earlier tempo fell apart as David lost pace, but Jenna just kept riding. Maybe she could still squeeze her climax out of this. . .

Her body still slapped against his, but she could already feel him wilting inside her. The pleasant sensation of him filling her began to fade, and she felt her orgasm slip back over the horizon, and out of reach. With a sigh, she plopped down in David’s lap, allowing her hips to rest against his as they both took deep, shuddering, breaths.

She hadn't cum, but it had been really close. It wasn't really David's fault anyway, he had tried to warn her. Taking a deep breath, Jenna pushed her frustration aside, and put on a happy face.

"Delivery complete," she announced energetically, putting her sultry customer service voice back on . "How would you rate your service today, sir?

"Ten out of ten!" David muttered before kissing her.

"It's actually stars out of five," Jenna corrected him with a smile.

"Fine, five stars," David laughed, kissing her again.

"Well, since my performance was so good, I call first dibs on the bathroom!" Jenna told him, pushing her boyfriend back on the couch as she raised herself up off of him. She felt his quickly deflating dick slip free from her pussy just before she stood. A glance down confirmed that the condom was still in place and not broken, which was always a relief.

Staggering to her feet, Jenna grabbed her Jeans off the floor and pulled her wet panties off of her heel, before taking unsteady steps towards the bathroom. David would have to deal with rolling the filled condom down his own cock, Jenna had her own issues to take care of.

The door to the bathroom shut behind her with a click, allowing Jenna to breathe a sigh of relief. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she blushed again, before furrowing her brow. The frustration she was feeling was clear on her face, despite her efforts to hide it from David and deny it from herself. She had genuinely come in here just to wash up, but the privacy, and the glinting shower head in the corner, gave Jenna another idea.