Chapter 2

I woke up the following day and replayed what had happened. I worried about getting some sort of police record or getting a letter or an email from the delivery company.

Then I figured if she were offended, she wouldn’t have hung around for so long.

I checked my personal email, and there was nothing yet.

I had a shower, made a coffee, and got my head down to some work. There were more team meetings and more emails to read and send.

I wondered about it all day, and by the time I was heading to bed, I thought she might have liked the show.

As I lay in bed, I decided I needed to know. I picked up my phone and made an order from my favourite online shop. It was only a small item, but it meant that I would be due for a delivery.

The next morning, I had an email warning me of my delivery slot. It was late afternoon.

I got all my work boxed off nice and earlier, the delivery slot was between four and five.

I went for a shower at three-thirty. I even used a pair of scissors to tidy up my undercarriage. I waited in the living room with another porn video, paused but ready to play.

This one was another of my favourite porn stars, Eva Notty; in this video, she was trying on stripper outfits and paying for them by shagging the guy that was selling them.

I liked it as she had great big tits, a nice round ass, and a very tasty-looking pussy.

I waited, and I waited...

The truck pulled into the carpark at the back of my house. I then thought, what if it’s not here? What if it’s some burly bloke who catches me with my pants down?

I ran up to my bedroom just in time to see the same girl jump out of the truck’s cab.

I ran back downstairs and took my position. I was sitting on the chair with my boxers around my ankles and my oily hand wrapped around my cock. The video was running, and I wanked with my eyes glued to the screen.

I heard the back gate open and close ... I pretended not to notice her, but I knew she was watching. I wanked my cock slowly, deliberately. My heart was hammering in my chest.

My breathing was getting deeper and more laboured.

The door opened, and I looked up at her as she walked in. My heart nearly stopped.

She put the parcel down and walked past me. Her perfume filled my nose.

I watched as she sat down on the sofa to my right. Her eyes were glued to my hand. Glued to my throbbing cock. I didn’t look at her; I kept stroking my cock, keeping up a nice slow rhythm.