I mean to 6’5″ kind and all laced in chocolate? Well in my worlds anyway. This piece is my very first published and I am so proud to say being released with all new material in February. It was all one of my highest rated pieces and in truth is about my real UPS man. Mmm… I hope you enjoy.

TREATS IN A PLAIN BROWN WRAPPER

CASSANDRE DAYNE

Honorable Mention – Passionate Ink Passionate Plumb Contest – 2011

Being Rereleased in February with all new material

SYNOPSIS

It was fascinating how everything yummy seemed to come in plain brown wrapping. Indistinguishable. Just like the naughty little toys Trista Rogers ordered for research to enhance the writing of her erotic books. Treats almost always delivered by her fantasy lover in chocolate brown – the UPS man. The dark cocoa hunk, Al Weatherby, had been on her hit list since he’d taken over her route several months before. The man filled more than one night of her raging fantasies. Sometimes she ordered from the Internet just to tease him with her long red hair, creamy skin and perfectly selected clothes. Sadly, she’d never tried anything with him. Until one blustery fall day. Asking Al inside for a frosty drink, the afternoon quickly turned passionate. As sparks flew they both knew they wanted more. Or did they?

After planning a sinfully delicious event, another driver appeared in Al’s place. Devastated, Trista had no idea what happened and she grew incensed, promising never to allow UPS to deliver again. Fortunately Trista quickly learned that the best surprises came in six foot something discrete brown boxes.

But Al had everything under control, including just how to handle the feisty woman. Complete with his own special basket of toys to help her with research, copious rounds of hot sex, a little voyeurism, and bodacious amounts of experimentation ensue.

Deliveries will never be the same again.

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Trista turned to her latest story, which she affectionately titled Goodies Come in All Types of Packages, and giggled like a schoolgirl. Of course the story was about him and her naughty little thoughts about his sinfully sexy cock driving inside her tight, hot pussy somewhere in the middle of his huge brown truck. The vision of being stopped and the doors flapping open to reveal their tryst was never far from her mind. Her thoughts about fucking the man cowboy style were so wicked that her stories practically wrote themselves. Granted, the toys also helped create an erotic, scintillating atmosphere as well.

That’s one reason she had ordered nipple clamps and dildos, a larger ass plug and a couple of floggers barely a few days before.  [BH1] Oh yeah, Trista Rogers, world famous (at least in her mind) erotic writer had it bad for the stunning UPS man. The sound of the rumbling truck entering her cul-de-sac brought her out of fantasyland. “Oh my, there he is.” Inhaling deeply, she checked her slinky attire and smiled as she brushed her hand through her hair and then took a sip of her wine. The tight black skirt and soft fiery red cashmere sweater, showing just the swell of her ample breasts, was the perfect sizzling outfit to tempt Al. Yep, she looked hot.  Giving herself a mental high five, she set her wine down in the kitchen, glided to the door in her four-inch heels and waited until she heard his boots land with a solid thud on her front deck.

Pursing her lips she threw open the door and pretended to be surprised. “Oh Al, sorry. I was just going to check the mail.” Not that she didn’t meet him at the door in such a sly way every once in a while, but on this particular day, Trista decided to kick up the heat with her attire and she could tell he was at least intrigued. The bulge in his pants was a dead give away.

“Ms. Rogers,” he said under his breath.

“Yes, Al? Did you bring me something delicious?”

“Well, perhaps.” Giving her a long once over he narrowed his eyes and then sighed.

Damn, if she couldn’t help but think about seeing the man naked. “Mmm… Good. I need some serious attention.”

“Attention, eh? I think you need many things.”

[BH2] She fought a giggle and slipped her hand past the edge of her sweater, flicking her finger back and forth across her nipple and there was no doubt he noticed. Plucking the bud between her fingers she shifted back and forth from foot to foot and purred, simply imagining his cock in her mouth. Was it very hot in the room?

Al Weatherby stood speechless, the look on his face holding shock, desire and something else entirely.  His mouth gaped open and he glanced down the length of her, a tiny bubble forming between his lips.  Blinking furiously, the box tumbled out of his hand and bounced onto the deck.  Pop!  He choked and jerked the small bundle back to his chest as he shook his head. “I’m sorry. Not usually so clumsy.”

Trista felt like a juicy steak nestled on a silver platter. Her gaze fell to the bulge in his pants and she could easily tell his cock was pulsing against the thin material. There was no doubt he was burning hot and turned on as hell. She resisted the urge to reach out and slide her hand down his chest to cup his crotch. “Al,  are you okay?”

“Um…”

She smiled slyly and placed her hand onto her hip. “How are you doing today, Al? Would you like to come in for a cold drink?” Or a wild little tryst between the sheets?  Down girl! Whew baby! Okay, so mixing business with pleasure was dangerous, but what the hell, she was a kinky girl, right? And she’d waited far too long for this man. How many times had she thought about asking him out? About a bazillion and then some. So why couldn’t she just do the dirty deed? Scaredy cat, that’s what you are! Shushing her inner vixen voice she huffed. Enough was enough. Trista wasn’t sure if he was dating anyone, but she had to try something.

Al shivered. “Um…that would be thoughtful. Whew, long day and lots of deliveries.”

“Come on in. Glad to be of service. I’m having a glass of wine. I know you’re still on duty but how about a cock…a Coke?” She stifled a giggle at her faux pas and grabbed a frosty can out of the fridge, every part of her body tingling, before turning toward him. Holy cow, he was barely able to keep her eyes off his crotch. “Glass?”

“Not necessary.” As he grabbed the slickened can, Al shifted his eyes slowly down from Trista’s face to the point where they just hovered over her breasts.  Glancing up, he licked his lips and took a long sip of soda, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Tilting his head he swallowed hard and then smiled. “Oh, here’s your package. Unfortunately it’s only part of the order.” As he set the brown parcel down on the large island he brushed the tip of his finger back and forth over the top, giving her a heated look.

My God, she was boiling over. She felt the sizzle of his gaze in direct correlation to her dripping pussy.  Her panties were already soaked and she was only sharing a drink with the man. “Oh pooh. Well, I guess you’ll be coming…back I mean.” Was she coming on to him? If her pointed nipples were any indication, she knew the answer and so would he.

He swallowed hard, coughing violently as his fingers bent the can and Coke spewed. Growling, he tried to catch the drops with the back of his hand. “So, um Trista? I never asked you, what do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“Excellent, what do you write?”

“Oh, I write saucy and highly kinky stories mostly for women.” Every time she told a man that she wrote erotic stories, they instantly hit on her thinking she could perform all the acts she wrote about. Granted, as she stood staring at Al’s handsome face and the way his chiseled high cheekbones accentuated his full ruby lips, she had a feeling she could be sweet talked into doing every one of the wild fantasies she wrote about with him. “Yeah, you bring me tools of my trade that I order for research.” Tools of the trade? He brought her kinky sex toys to use on a cold lonely night and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction. Would that give her an indication that he was as wild and wicked as she was?

“Oh, that’s fascinating.” His face flushed but he managed to smile and take another sip of his drink. “I’m sure that keeps you overheated…um, overworked.” Shaking his head Al took another long gulp of the soda in his hand and looked away briefly.

Overheated, huh? Of course he was aroused. What should she do with the knowledge? Trista licked her lips, longing to explore his yummy, thick chocolate stick. Deciding there was no time like the present, she threw all caution to the wind and opened her mouth. “So Al, are you married or could a girl ask you out on a date or perhaps much more? Maybe a little sizzling afternoon nookie?”

 

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