It was a day like any other, or so I thought. I woke up early, hit the shower, and went about my morning routine. I left for work, and put in a long, full day. By the time I got home that night, the last thing I felt like doing was going out for the evening, but I'd promised a friend of mine that I'd go to her housewarming party that night. So, I had a nice, long shower, put on a dress, did my hair and makeup, and pranced out the door about twenty minutes later than I'd planned. What can I say? The shower felt good!
I got to Sarah's house and noticed that, as usual, I was the last one to arrive. Things were already hopping, the music was loud, drinks were flowing, and nobody seemed to even notice me slipping in the front door. I made my way to the kitchen and helped myself to a vodka cooler from the tub of iced drinks on the kitchen table. I stood there and surveyed the party, not ready to jump in and mingle just yet. I scoped out Sarah, and made my way over to her and her husband, Chris, to say hello.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" Sarah said to me. "There's someone I want you to meet!"
She steered me over to a small group on the living room sofa, and introduced me to two women and a guy. "These are my co-workers, Meesha, Leela, and Steve."
"Nice to meet you all," I said, surveying the situation. Steve was smoking hot! Dark hair with just a little grey, gorgeous green eyes, and the best smile. He was pretty well built, with strong arms, a firm chest, and if I'd had to guess right then and there, a pretty tight six pack, too. I definitely approved!
Sarah excused herself to get back to her guests, and the girls went back to their conversation. I made my way back toward the kitchen to retrieve my drink from the counter, and when I turned around, Steve was standing close behind me. We almost bumped into each other, and he came pretty close to wearing my drink all over his shirt. I wondered to myself how he'd look with a wet shirt sticking to his perfectly chiseled chest.
"Hi," he said to me.
"Hi, yourself" I replied.
Smooth, I thought to myself. So smooth. We stood there talking to each other for about ten minutes, about the weather, how I knew Sarah and Chris, what a nice new house they had, what he did for a living (he was a delivery driver for Fed-Ex while he put himself through school, which made sense since Sarah was a dispatcher and they were coworkers), and various other small talk.
I kept staring up into his gorgeous green eyes, and wondering how his lips would feel against mine. It's been about three years since my engagement to my ex had ended, and I hadn't been with a man since. How could I not notice how gorgeous this creature standing next to me was?
We flirted for the rest of the evening, but nothing really seemed to come of it. I left the party feeling quite disappointed, but not really surprised. I was wishing he would at least have asked for my number, but I guess I just wasn't his type.
I don't know who's type I really am, actually. I have long, reddish brown hair that reaches just above my waist, vividly green eyes, and I stand at 5'8 inches. I'm slender, large breasted, and have an hour glass figure. My mother always told me that I had a "classic" body style, whatever the heck THAT means. Men don't really seem to look at me the way that they look at busty, leggy blondes, but I keep hoping that some guy, somewhere, will take one look at me and have to have me.
In the meantime, well, I have my vibrator, and a massaging shower head, and a better sex life than I had with my ex-fiance. I took out my sexual frustration on my vibrator that night, and all the while imagined it was Steve who was working his magic on me, not some small battery operated piece of silicone.
The next day at work, things were a little hectic. We had a bunch of orders that were due to be delivered the next day, and our usual delivery driver hadn't been by to pick them up. I was on the phone to his head office complaining, when Steve walked in the door!
Apparently our usual driver was out sick, and Steve had taken over his route for the day. Talk about a coincidence! As he walked in the door and saw me sitting at the front desk, he got this huge smile on his face. I did, too, at the sight of this gorgeous man walking toward me. He filled out his uniform marvelously, and it left little to the imagination!
"Hi again! I'm here to pick up some packages. Are they ready to go?" he asked me.
