Special Delivery

It was close to 9:30 when Alejandro remembered the Daniela Lee’s package. The post office had dropped it off to his apartment by accident and if he didn’t drop it off now, it would just get away from him.

Alejandro stepped into the small, bright hallway of his apartment complex and made the short trip down the hall to Daniela’s door. They had met before in passing. She seemed nice, but a bit shy and nerdy. Not really Alejandro’s type.

He knocked on the door and for a couple of seconds, heard no response. Alejandro was just about to leave, assuming he had missed her, when he heard commotion behind the door.

Shortly after, the door swung open, delivering one hell of a surprise.

The girl in the doorway was not the meek wallflower Alejandro remembered from his times passing her in the hallway or chatting in the laundry room.

The woman before him had all the same features of the old Daniela, but somehow, each and everyone was enhanced. She was clad in a skin-tight, low-cut black tank top that strained around a pair of large, perky love-orbs. Alejandro noticed the girl’s full nipples poking through the thin fabric and felt his cock start to swell in his pants.

“H-hey Daniela. I have a package. I mean, you have packages. Rather, um, I got a package for you.” Alejandro stammered. He felt like a clumsy teenager again.

Daniela stared intensely at Alejandro, saying nothing. Was she mad at him? Alejandro kicked himself for not bringing the package earlier.

Meanwhile, his own package was swelling uncomfortably. Oh god, could she see?

Then Daniela spoke, her voice quiet and careful. Prettier than Alejandro remembered. Kind of sing song and sweet.

“You’re so sweet. Why don’t you bring it inside?”

This was an odd question, Alejandro thought.

“I can just hand it to you if you want, it might be easier that way.”

“No,” Daniela insisted, “you really should bring it in.”

“Uh-okay. You got it,” Alejandro said.

Despite feeling more awkward than any time since High School, Alejandro walked into the gorgeous woman’s apartment.

All the whole, Daniela kept her eyes fixed on him with that odd, intense glare. Not a look of anger, but of hunger.