The Delivery

I never grew tired of the deliveries I made across the coastal range on foot. The even grades of the forested mountain path directed my steps, smooth and unencumbered. By dawn’s light, I stopped at the ridge looking at the sea, the cool wind played in my hair but the sun balanced it with a gentle warmth.

On my many routes through the woods, I became known as The Giant to the locals. It seems I always happened by when there is something heavy to move, and the girth of my pack filled with their things always seemed to amaze people. Even on our remote forest island, I never felt lonely on these long deliveries. I carry the joy of those getting what they need with me. A plane would drop supplies off on the beach side and I would walk out to the mountains myself as we preferred to keep the noise pollution from vehicles at a minimum.

This day, I made my way to a new customer. Though I heard of her one-room cottage before, she had never called for deliveries.

From outside the open door, I could see a cookfire lit in the great hearth and a bread oven made of stone looked to be ready. I heard a woman humming.

I stepped into the opening, and the woman came into full view. For a moment I was totally motionless, watching her, feeling welcome. The smells of herbs and wood smoke relaxed me, and I watched her work her dough—flour on her face, and a look of intensity in her eyes.

I could have watched her red hair work its way out of her braid, and the strength of her biceps flex and relax as she turned the soft mound in her hands. I could have stood and been happy with the way her apron hugged her hips, but that was before I noticed she wore nothing beneath her apron. In that moment, I shifted my feet. All the blood rushed through me. She looked up, sweeping a stray hair from her face with her forearm, and smiled.

“You must be Bruce?”

I nodded, normally a man of as many words as needed and in a second she had reduced my words to zero.

“Come in.”

I looked at my dirty boots and up at her in question.

“There’s a bench on the porch, if you would be so kind.”

I sat and removed my boots. The air of the mountains cleared my head.

I shifted the pack I’d carried five miles to her door, filled to the brim with flour and sugar. The weight had settled nicely around the curves of my body as the trek brought me closer to this unexpected encounter.

“Where would you like your haul?” I said, my voice husky from the blood rush.

“Over here.”

She led me to a small storage room dug roughly into the floor. As she bent to open it, her apron, which was long and covered her back and front, slid to the side and revealed a portion of soft skin on her bottom. The side of her breast.

While I removed my pack, I watched her step away and let my eyes roam over her body. I knelt and began filling the little cellar with her order. She went back to work, humming the same song as before. After awhile of working in such proximity to the oven, I grew hot and removed my shirt. After fitting the last bag of flour in the small keep, I checked the list off against the physical inventory and returned to my feet.

My task completed, she walked back over to me and reached out for my hand. “You can call me Kellista,” she said, “it’s so nice to meet you.”

I shook her hand and gestured to her apron. “Do you always work without clothing?”

I had to know if she did this in expectation of the delivery.

“Maybe.” She smiled and I melted. She stepped up to me and put her mouth next to my ear. “I would like to give you a personal tip for coming all this way.” Her breath was hot. I didn’t hesitate.

I put my hands around her back and untied her apron, lifting it over her head while flour swirled around us. I brushed some from her nose and then kissed her deeply.

I felt her breasts perk and respond in pleasure against my bare chest, appreciating now that I was more matched with her attire, the thought of my absent shirt as naked hadn’t quite occurred to me while I worked.

She pulled away and walked past her meager living room furnishings—a chair and an ottoman with a side table in front of the hearth. Graceful and strong arms pulled back a curtain that I just noticed for the first time. I followed her across the room.

At the edge of the bed, I gently turned her to face me, taking her mouth in mine and then her breasts. I lifted her by the hips onto the feathered mattress. Built into the house on a huge unhoned shelf, the bed offered a view of the sea beyond a picture window. Layers of pillows and soft blankets lined the cozy wooden alcove. I spread her legs and tasted her. Sweet honey between each of her folds. I felt her clit harden in my mouth, I held fast to her hips while she moved with pleasure. I took time to suck on her and really get her wet, pushing my fingers inside her and spreading her slick juices over her delicate parts. She moaned; her head back in ecstasy as I grabbed her breasts and held them firmly, her clit in my teeth as she ground into me and arched her back playfully. I moved my hands down along her body as she sat up, looking wild and lively. I wasn't done and shook my head, gently guiding her body back down so I could my guide my tongue in even deeper and drink her juices as she came.

Hair wild, she collapsed for a moment with a satisfied sigh. Then she moved back onto the bed on her knees and beckoned me forth. I removed my trousers, eager to take her, but she had another idea.

“Perhaps this is why they call you the giant?” She cocked an eyebrow, and I smiled. I knelt before her on the bed. The mattress pulling my knees in. To support my body, I held the beam on the ceiling with one hand, my arm muscles shapely and sculpted while my other hand trailed through her soft hair, totally loose and falling in curls around her shoulders.

She took me first between her breasts, trails of greedy kisses across my chiseled abdomen as the fullness of her breasts enveloped the length of me and her nipples got harder against my skin. When she sucked on my hard cock it felt like heaven. She was so exact and eager, taking me in and relishing the way I felt as I had enjoyed her every drop. Her mouth wrapped around the head of my hard shaft, sucked me deeply into her, repeating this motion again and again while the moans building inside me floated out along the sound. She flicked her tongue on the end of me, cupping my balls gently and squeezing my ass, pulling me towards her.

I felt such excitement I came then. And she directed it to fall onto her breasts, continuing to stroke and lick me until I was satisfied completely.

Kellista looked at me then, and I knew she was ready for me, expectant even. Her huge green eyes found something in my brown ones, wild from being in the woods since daybreak. She looked at the sun that was setting and it caught in her eyes. She kissed me deeply.

“Bruce.” She said and she eased down me on top of her pillows. I hardened again instantly and she straddled my hips, sliding me inside her. Her body was made for me in this moment, tight and accepting all at once as I filled her. She rose up and down, squatting to take in my entire length. We were like this awhile, just feeling all of each other, our eyes so intent. Lost and found at once. I was so deep inside her.

“I never expected you would be this amazing.”’ She said, her voice changing to a pant. I suddenly moved her on her back and drove into her urgently. Then I placed her ankles on my shoulders as I thrust in. Thirsty for her—my hands on her clit, I also twisted her nipples until she moaned and panted. Finally, I took her legs around my waist and went gently. We made love just like that until the sun was totally gone. Kissing her softly. Tenderly as all sound escaped us in an intense rush, panting, sweaty, moving like the waves we could barely see out the window. As the world gave way to darkness outside, we came together, and I collapsed on her as she held me.

I said, “That was the best tip ever.”

“Bruce,” she whispered, throaty and hot from moaning, “your delivery was beyond compare.”

We laid like this until new shadows from the rising moon changed the house and she rose and put wood on her fire and closed the door. She poured some cups of wine and brought them to the bed, lighting candles about the room as she made her way to each task. I had not even noticed the candles in the daylight and I realized she didn’t have electricity.

She crawled back in beside me and handed me a ceramic cup as I moved to sit upright, and she lounged against the window frame with her legs over my pelvis, slightly spread. She raised her cup to me. I raised mine as a toast to her. “To deliveries.” We both said and laughed.

She dipped her finger into her wine and traced her nipple with it. I watched her repeat the action on the other side. A small bead of red flowed down her smooth stomach, trickling all the way to her light patch of hair. I reached my hand out to touch her. She was still wet. I played with her a while as I drank my wine, making soft circles around her labia, her clit, and let my fingers arouse her and engorge her more and more. She relaxed with her head back and drained her cup to the last sip.

She placed our cups on the window seal and crawled into my arms, pressing her naked body against me, looking as content as I felt.

The fact that I could still feel her wetness against my thigh made me stiffen again and I know she felt it. She reached down for me. I enjoyed her touch. Then I kissed her, and I rose onto my knees. She rolled over on her knees and I entered her from behind. This might be the last time I ever entered her, and I wanted to make every moment count. I slide my hands around her ribs and cupped her breasts in my hands, fondling them as gravity gifted generous handfuls. I took her nipples and squeezed them gently, then harder, and she voiced appreciation.

“Oh, yes, Bruce!”

Then I thrust and groaned and yelled, an animal myself. I could hear my balls hitting my legs and her ass and she backed into me with her strength, letting me fill her with my manhood, penetrating deeply. Penetrating with eagerness. I ground into her again and again, thrusting, loving it, loving the feel of her. I slapped her butt and steadied her hips as I exploded into her collapsing over her body as she slid down onto her stomach and suddenly found her on top of me again in delight; her face glowing as she kissed me deeply and fell into the mattress, spent.

I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time. After all, she had written there was a guest house to stay in as the days were still too short to make the round trip in one day. As I realized I might be able to do this again, a deep sigh escaped me and I fell into a blissful sleep with the smell of her—Kellista—all bread and honey and sex, filling my head.