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Later that day, a notification from the delivery company revealed that Kelly had called and expressed her appreciation for my delivery. The boss said her review of my delivery solidified a household that had expressed possibly cancelling services. They were more than happy to let me take over the deliveries to them in the future. Oral Sex The rest of my week went with randomness between deliveries. Each interaction was positive and reviews were good enough to make me feel great about this new flexible opportunity. The next week, Kelly’s delivery order was shopped and delivered as scheduled. This time, when Kelly answered the door, she was wearing capri-length yoga pants, with a bright, wild pattern, and a black version of the same wide dyke neck, baggy sweatshirt she was wearing last week. Her hair done into a bun at the top and back of her head. Her eyes obviously had some makeup around them, but not excessive. As we made our way toward the kitchen, her daughter shouted, “Missur Jay, come look at our project for today!” Kelly made quick work of the groceries again, and it was obvious she was noticing my glances as she extended toward the higher cabinets, again exposing the low waist of her yoga pants…or…as she bent to the floor cabinets, giving me a glimpse down her shirt…this time, no huge tits sports bra beneath. The quick glance of nipples was a surprise, and my glances turned to stares, it amazed me she didn’t have a bra beneath her sweatshirt! When she was done, and the good-byes with the kids were over, Kelly gave me a hug at the door, extending to her toes so she could get closer to my face, whispering, “next week, the kids are going to be at the neighbors”. An awkward comment, Big Tits for sure, but didn’t think about it much, and between family and delivery business, it was forgotten before the end of the week. This week…my third stockings week of deliveries…this was the week that changed me from A delivery guy to THE “delivery” guy! Upon arrival at Kelly’s, her hug came to mind…the press of her breasts against my chest, her tiny frame in my arms, the smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin against my arm…the fact she neglected to wear a bra…but her comment didn’t register. Kelly’s house was my first delivery of the day, and I didn’t have anything after, it was a half-day of school, my kids would occupy the remainder of my day. Knocking on the door, Kelly didn’t answer. Knocking again without an answer. Trying the door handle, surprised it was unlocked. I cracked the door open and loudly stated, “Hello, Kelly, it’s Jay with your grocery delivery.” A muted, “yeah, come on in Jay…sorry…I’m just getting out of the shower” was heard from within the house. Stepping into the kitchen, Kelly entered the room from the other side. She had her hair pulled back into the same bun as last week. Her eyes were highlighted again, but not overly made up. Her lips curled into a smile as she shifted her hips, waiting for me to continue checking her out. She was standing there, wrapped in a towel, with the end tucked between her breasts. The towel was wide enough to cover her completely, but just barely. She started the conversation, “Jay, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get the kids out of here quick enough to be totally ready for your arrival. Would you like to help me get these groceries put away?” “Of course,” was all that came to mind as my focus turned to the bags and the items within them. She grabbed a few items. Our backs were to each other when there was a crash and, “Oh CRAP!” When my head jerked around to see what was happening, it was greeted by her standing there, the refrigerator door wide open, bent forward putting something on the shelf…her towel around her ankles on floor. Quickly, my eyes dart from the curve of her ass to the curve of her hanging breasts, from the smooth skin of her back to the tone of her calves. With my thoughts racing, a meek, “sorry, I thought you dropped something” was all I could muster. “Jay, I did drop something…I dropped my towel…on purpose!” Without turning away, somehow, my brain forces my lips to utter “Seriously? On purpose?” “Yeah…are you not interested? If you’re gay, I’ll go around the corner and throw on my sweats. I thought you were checking me out in previous deliveries…was I reading that wrong?” Standing up, turning to face her completely, my eyes continue to assess her figure as she stands up straight. Said Denise, they both sat in the chairs. How did I notice them at the dance? Karen finished her daughter's thought. Do you want to test me?” Zach loosened the tie on the front of her wrap and Big Tits tossed it back off of her shoulders. So make sure when you use stockings this you're around to stop it. 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