Flexibility!!

Flexibility!!

She muttered to herself as she banged down the iron so hard the board wobbled. Shame! She had woken in such a good mood as well, a smile as she remembered the passionate love making from the night before with her husband. The way they had blended together deliciously as they both came to an explosive orgasm at the same time, their juices mixing to perfection. The tender kisses afterwards as he held her in his arms to tell her that he loved her as they both fell asleep, exhausted, but highly satisfied. The way he had cheekily pinched her bottom as she tried to get dressed after a shower, teasing her, trying to get her to stay in their warm bed. But alas, she couldn’t, it was a work day, giving him a regretful kiss, with a firm fondle of his half erect cock for good measure. That would have to suffice until tonight, when hopefully they could repeat their performance of the night before.

So, what had changed? Well for a start the child had been a handful, not wanting to do his spellings before school, playing up for his parents, the school run fraught with bad drivers.

Flexibility, was the word that the lady of the house had used wasn’t it? According to them, she ‘owed’ them some time as she’d had extra holidays over the summer, holidays that THEY had taken, not her! Bang went the iron again. Just how flexible was a person supposed to be? Take the furball to the vets she asks, take the furball to the grooming parlour, do some shopping, do some ironing and now? Well, a short notice she was expected to wait in for a delivery – THEIR delivery. Why not have it delivered on a Saturday when they would be in, why should she waste her own time, besides she’d had plans for today – plans now scuppered. Plan’s, which had included a play with her new toys from Love Honey and an indulgent bath.

A bell ringing brought her back to the present, she ran quickly down the two flights of stairs, arriving breathless at the door. She opened the door and gave an involuntary gasp; the driver had the most gorgeous blue eyes, all twinkly and full of mischief. Oh yes she thought – I wouldn’t turn him out of bed in the morning! Blushing at her audacity, she smiled at him and said

“Good Morning!”

“Delivery, Mrs…err, (looking down at his clipboard)…. Clarke.”

She stammered back, “I, errr, Im not…I errr, only work here!”

He laughed, and said “No matter, where shall I drop my load then?”

She blushed again, as she thought to herself naughtily, Oh yes, I could tell you where I wanted you to drop your load...”Oh, err, any chance you can take it round the back please?”

“Yes, sure, no problem, I’ll just get the pallet! And walked back towards the vehicle.

She stood for a moment longer than was polite, to admire his tight ass as he disappeared round the front of the van.

A rustle to her right startled her! She turned quickly, to bring into view Bill, the gardener, who gave her a knowing grin and a wink. Damn him! She swore under her breath. He knew she had been lusting after the driver. At the same time, her heart did a back flip, good looking he was NOT, but the way he moved silently around the garden, the way he spoke to her with a teasing smile. He had large hands that tended the gardens of the big house, hands that she wished would caress her, like he caressed the roses, hands that would draw her to his cock and ride her like he rode the lawnmower…OMG! She thought, I can’t believe that I just thought that. Shaking her head to clear her mind and taking a deep breath, she moved to the side of the house to open the gates to allow the driver to make his delivery. A clatter of wheels and the driver came into view, she pointed to the space in the corner of the garden. She returned to the house to get a pen to sign the delivery note, passing the window cleaner on the way, who also gave her a knowing wink! Christ! She thought, they are all at it today; male hormones must on special offer at Asda!

She got the pen and went to the truck to sign, standing and watching the driver as he expertly put the truck back, muscles effortlessly pumping up and down on the Rolla – truck handle. She licked her lips as he bent down, revealing the tightness of his ass, he turned and she could see the beginnings of a promising bulge in his trousers, her mind started to wander again…strong arms, holding her, guiding her, fondling her, she felt a rush of wetness and gave a small sigh. The driver gave a start, looking at her questioningly? Seeing where she had been looking, he grinned; it was his turn to blush now!

She smiled, looking him full in the face and brazenly said “I do hope that you are on the delivery run for the next consignment, maybe I could invite you in for a drink or something next time….”

He gave a gulp, and whispered, “Oh yes, or something”
With an agile leap he got into the cab and drove away, leaving her reeling and an unmistakeable feeling in her now very damp pussy.

She returned to bolt the gates and go inside to finish off the ironing.

Flexible? Oh yes, she can do flexible!!