The nervous young girl, clad only in her panties and a tank top, anxiously waited for her delivery boy at the door. Her heart raced as she watched him approach, his muscled arms straining under the weight of the packages. He smirked at her, his eyes lingering on her exposed legs.
She took the parcels from him, her gloved fingers brushing against his. The electricity between them was palpable. Without thinking, she leaned in closer, her bare torso pressing against his uniform. She could feel his heart racing too.
Her breath was warm against his neck when she whispered, "Thank you for coming so quickly. Here's some extra money for your trouble." Slowly, she slid the cash into his pocket, her fingers brushing against his once more.
He looked down at her, his eyes full of desire. "I don't want to hurt you."
