I laid on the sun lounger in my parents garden enjoying the sun on one of the rare hot days we get in the uk. The sun's heat feeling good on my skin. I was lucky enough not to be working on a day like this but that was because I didn't have a job or much else to do.
I lived with my parents down near the south coast of the U.K. because of dad's job. And me being only 18 and not having a job to pay my own way I didn't have much choice, plus the rent was very cheap.
I laid in my blue bikini, my eyes closed and listened to general noise surrounding me, which was very little in this quiet village. I was slightly over looked from the neighbouring houses but I wasn't too fussed as I guessed they were out at work anyway.
I stretched and opened my eyes realising I should put some lotion on before I burnt, that would be a typical British thing to do. I'm sure I saw a movement in the upstairs window next door but didn't want to look too hard just in case I was caught looking, like they nearly were.
I walked gingerly barefoot from the grass to the patio, into the house and grabbed the lotion from a cupboard and squeezed some onto my hand and began rubbing it into my chest, making sure all of my naturally pert 34EE's were covered. Rubbing down to my slim, flat stomach and around the sides before starting on my slim legs. I squeezed a few blobs on my arms and rubbed them in before rubbing some into my face.
I was about to go back outside when there was a loud knock at the door. I looked through the passageway that led from the kitchen-diner at the back of the house, past the living room and to the front door and could see the silhouette of someone standing there. "Ooh, it might be my delivery." I said to myself and started towards the door.
I got to the door and opened it without really thinking that I wasn't exactly wearing much. Standing on the other side of the door was indeed a delivery man. I looked up at this big black man, well, to be honest I look up to most people as I'm only 5'6".
"Good morning miss." You say and then looked at me, quickly glancing up and down a faint smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. "Are you Tracy King?" You ask.
"Yes, yes I am." I reply taking you in with my eyes, standing about 6'2" tall with close cropped dark hair and a close cropped beard. Biceps bulging at the sleeves, one with a dark tattoo snaking its way down your muscled arm. Tucked under that arm was my parcel. Your light brown uniform shirt tight across your chest and this was tucked into to a pair of tight dark brown, well fitting, trousers.
Black men are my Kryptonite, I go weak at the knees around them, which isn't always a bad thing. And you are ticking a lot of the right boxes, a sudden unexpected urge taking hold of me.
"Ms King, uh excuse me, Ms King."
I snapped out of my reverie and saw you handing me the scanner to sign, I took it and signed it and was about to hand it back but then I pulled it back towards me and giggled and then took a couple of little steps back away from you. I then held it out towards you. Clearly you're not close enough. Your eyes narrowed slightly. "Best you come and get this!" I said playfully.
"Ms, I'm not allowed to enter a house unless exceptional circumstances permit me to."
"Exceptional huh?" I turned and placed the scanner on the stairs behind me and then turned back to face you. "Are these exceptional enough for you?" I say squeezing my big boobs together, pinching my nipples through the thin material of my bikini top making them stand out.
You give a faint shake of your head.
"No? Not exceptional enough yet?" I undid my top and held it in place with one arm across my boobs squeezing them against me. I used my other hand to pull my bikini top away and drop it on the floor. I then squeezed my big bare boobs together. Jiggling them up and down for him then running my hands up and through my long blonde hair.
I could feel myself getting turned on just doing this for you, "Still no?" I asked innocently.
You smile and lean against the door frame."Nope, not yet." You reply.
"Oh." I look down at my bikini bottoms and back up at you, biting my bottom lip slightly. I run my thumbs around the front of my bikini waistband, hooking my thumbs in the corners and slowly pulled them down. Revealing my recently, clean shaved pussy. They dropped the last foot and I stepped out first with one foot and flicked it with the other towards you. Your arms folded across chest, your biceps bulging and almost splitting the material. There was also something else bulging but this was in your trousers.
"That's exceptional." You say and step inside the house and close the door behind you. Your hands go to my waist and then up to my 34EE's and squeeze them, pinching my nipples gently. "Maaaan, do I love big white titties." You say leaning down and burying your head in mine, your lips and tongue running all over them. I run my hands over your head as you do.
One of your hands drops from my boobs and goes down to the round globes of my bum cheeks and gives them a good squeeze too, before giving it a playful slap. And again and again. I start undoing the buttons on your shirt before helping you slip it off, running my hands over your solid chest, leaning forward and kissing it.
Your hand found its way between my legs and up my inner thighs, a finger brushed against my already wet pussy. Spreading my lips slightly, a small moan escaping my lips. My nails running down your six pack to your belt, I nimbly undid this and got to your button and zipper. Your trousers dropping the to floor. A large bulge in your grey boxer shorts. I grabbed it through the material and squeezed it, my excitement and anticipation growing.
"You like big cocks?" You ask.
