Love Thoughts

After leaving my husband and losing my kids in the divorce I (Elizabeth) became VERY bored, thankfully tho the app I use to order food seems to always send the same delivery boy to my house ! He's VERY cute and very much my type so one night I order something expecting him

I smiled as I got the same address for delivery. Ms. Olsen is a very beautiful woman, and I always enjoy delivering for her. Though she wanted a delivery at night, which was confusing, I ignored it.

I went up to her door with her food and knocked on her door. "Delivery!"

I'm just a lanky college student working for food delivery over summer to make some money. In the dead of night, I get a notification from the central that an order is ready for delivery. I check the address, and of course, it's miss Olsen again. Somehow the system always pairs me with her and no one else, during my night shifts. I grab the package, put it in the trunk of my car, and drive to the well-known mansion.

When I come up to your door, I feel like something is off, because all the lights are off. But I knock anyway. Maybe you're just in a room at the other end of the house, I think to myself. But then you open the door within seconds, wearing only a transparent nightgown. I get so shocked that I even forget to talk.

“Hello, dear. I’ve been expecting you.” I say in my sultry seductive voice. “Although I didn’t expect you to get here so soon. That’s what I love about younger guys. They’re full of stamina and vigor!” I say trying to break the ice between us. Hoping not to scare you off.

Noticing the growing bulge in your tight pants, I figure this is the right time to make a move. “What’s the matter, dear? You usually seem so chatty. Come in. Have something to drink.” I pull you in by your shirt before you have a chance to run away.

I seat you on my lavish leather couch as I bring you a glass of milk in a tray. I bend forwards as I serve it to you, giving you an ample view of my juicy cleavage. My soft pale tits bursting out of my lacy black bra. “Here you go, dear. How do you feel now?”

"I... uh... good evening... I'm sorry... I didn't even say hi... I... wow... You're looking beautiful tonight." I stutter out, looking up at you with wide eyes as you bend over in front of me. "Tha-thank you... miss..." I shakily put down the food on the side table next to the couch and take the glass of warm, slightly translucent milk. Oh my god... is it her breastmilk?? Surely not, right?? I think to myself as I put the glass to my lips and take a tiny sip. It's absolutely delicious. I never had better milk in my life.

“I hope everything’s to your liking.” I smile shyly. I then look you up and down like a piece of meat, which is when I notice how shook and scared you are. I feel bad. Like a predator cornering her prey. Nonetheless, I make one last attempt as I move forwards to comfort you, placing my hand on your thigh. “What’s the matter? Is everything okay, sweetie? You seem very disturbed. Are you alright?”

"I... yeah... I... just didn't expect to have this kind of... experience... tonight..." I stutter, finally finding the strength to look you in the eyes for longer than a second. Not too long, though. I drink some more milk, leaving some white traces on my upper lip. "I... never though... someone so beautiful could like me enough to consider... you know..." I gesture to your translucent attire.