A Special Delivery

This past October was a month that had both its ups and downs. My son, who is seven years old and suffers from epilepsy, had to be hospitalized because he started suffering seizures on a daily basis, and the medication he was on, just stopped working. He ended up being in the hospital for nine days, with me by his side, and in the end, he had to have surgery to implant a device that will now help him control his seizures. Thankfully since then, he's been doing great, but it was a very stressful time for me, my husband and my little man.

On the day that we were released from the hospital, my husband picked us up, and we headed home. I couldn't wait to take a nice hot shower in my own bathroom. When we arrived home, I gave my son a bath, before taking a nice long, hot and steamy shower myself. It felt so good to get nice and clean. Once I was done, my husband fixed us a couple of drinks, and we went to sit in the man cave, while we waited for the dinner that he had ordered to arrive.

Our dinner arrived about a half an hour later, and the delivery guy knew my husband, from seeing him around town. His name was Nuno and he turned out to be a very friendly guy. My husband has his own landscaping business, and tends to make a lot of friends throughout the town. My husband headed out the side door, where he greeted Nuno and grabbed the food. My son quickly followed him out the door, and I did the same, trying to catch him. He ran down the driveway, to see what my husband was doing and I followed behind. When Nuno saw him, he greeted him and asked how he was doing. He noticed the bandages on his neck and chest, and asked if he was okay. My husband then explained to him what had happened, and Nuno was a bit sad that we had endured all of this. We chatted about it for a bit before he was on his way to make more deliveries and my husband and I headed inside. We enjoyed our meal and eventually headed to bed to get some much needed rest.

The following weekend, we decided to order again, and settled on the same food as last time. We ordered and had a couple of drinks while waiting. Nuno arrived a short time later with our food, and the three of us headed outside where Nuno was already waiting for us with the food. My husband grabbed it and chatted with him for a minute or so, before he looked over at my little dude and said that he had something for him. He then went back to his car and came out with a box. He handed it to my son and told him to open it. He did and inside was two toy cars. They weren't cheap ones, rather those nice die cast metal ones, with one being an Iron man car and the other one being a Capt. America car. My husband and I were both surprised and couldn't believe that he had done that. We both thanked him and told him that it was very nice of him to do that. He said he wanted to do something nice, to lift my little guys spirits.

As we chatted about it, I explained to him how my little guy was doing since the surgery. While I was doing so, my husband said that he was going to put the food inside and headed back to the side door. My son instinctively followed him, leaving me to chat with Nuno, which I did for a few more minutes.

As we were chatting, he told me that he hoped my little guy would like the cars, and that they came from his personal collection. I asked him what he meant and he pulled out his cell phone. He then proceeded to show me that he was a hot wheels collector. He showed me several pictures, while telling me that he had thousands of them at his place and that he loved collecting them. We chatted for a bit and he seemed to be very friendly towards me. After about 10 min. or so, he told me to get inside and enjoy my food while it was still hot and that we would chat another time. I thanked him once again for the gift, and we hugged before he was on his way, and I headed inside.

About two weeks later, we decided to order again. Nuno showed up with our food, and we once again chatted in the driveway. He seemed to be very friendly towards me yet again, as we chatted about my son, and his car collection. Eventually, he was on his way, and I headed inside to eat. While we were eating, my husband jokingly mentioned that Nuno sure loved to chat with me. I shrugged my shoulders, while my husband once again jokingly said that maybe he liked me and was probably trying to flirt with me. I told him he wasn't, and that it was just friendly conversation. My husband laughed while nodding his head. As we were discussing it, the phone rang, and it was Nuno. He mentioned that he forgot to give us two bottles of water, which were complementary with our meal because we had spent a certain amount of money. He said he was on his way and would be there in 5 min. to drop them off.

He arrived a short time later, and my husband sent me out to grab them. Sure enough, he chatted it up with me once again and even had a slice of cheesecake that he gave me for no reason. He mentioned that he felt bad for forgetting the water, and wanted to make up for it with a free slice of cheesecake. I didn't really think anything about it, but once I got inside, my husband once again began laughing while telling me that this guy is clearly flirting with me. I still doubted him, and told him that he was just being nice. We continued about our day and enjoyed our food.

A couple of days later, I was chatting with a friend of mine, and mentioned Nuno to her. I told her what he had done, and she said the same thing. She said that she had ordered food plenty of times from the place and that he was friendly, but never really chatted. Besides that, she said that there weren't many delivery guys would show up with free cheesecake for you because they forgot a bottle of water. I was still a bit naïve about it, and figured that everyone was looking too much into it.

Over the course of the next month, we ordered several times, and Nuno continued to chat it up with me. I did notice on a few occasions that his eyes would run up and down my body. I began to wonder if maybe he was trying to flirt with me. To me, it seemed kind of silly, but according to my husband and my friend, it wasn't. My friend basically told me that the guy probably liked what he saw, and was having some fun. She then said that I should ask him about seeing his hot wheel car collection and see how he reacts. I didn't know if I had it in me to do something like that, but the thought often crossed my mind, after she said that. I started thinking about it a bit, and wondered if maybe he was into me. It was weird, especially since I was a married woman, but these days, guys didn't really seem to care.

About a month and a half after all of this started, I was sitting home by myself as my husband was working and my little guy was at school. I was sitting in the basement watching TV and decided to order myself lunch. I placed my order, and then decided to pour myself a drink. There had been so much stress lately with everything that was going on, that a cold drink once in a while felt good.

I drank it, and felt it go right to my head since I hadn't eaten anything all day. The food hadn't arrived yet, so I poured myself a second and began to sip on it. A short time later, the phone rang and my food had arrived. I headed out the side door, and sure enough there was Nuno standing with my food. He greeted me, and I noticed him casually give me a once over. I was feeling pretty good from the drink and the two of us began to chat.

We chatted about my little dude, and Nuno asked if he was still enjoying the cars. I told him that he was, and he proceeded to tell me that he ordered a few more for his collection. I smiled and as he talked about it, out of nowhere, I just blurted out, asking when he was going to show me his collection. It was more than likely the alcohol speaking for me, but the words came out of my mouth, faster than I could think.

As soon as I said it, his eyes lit up, and he asked if I really wanted to see it. I went with it and nodded my head. He told me that he would be off of work the following Thursday and if I wanted, I could stop by and he would show me. I said sure, and after giving me his info, he was on his way as I headed inside to enjoy my lunch. The entire time that I ate, I kept thinking about what had just occurred, and how the heck I had even said that to Nuno. One thing that did stand out to me was his reaction. He seemed to get very happy and excited when I asked about seeing his collection. Again, I asked myself if I was looking too far into it.

The next couple of days went by and before I knew it, it was Thursday. My husband was off to work early in the morning, and once my son was on the school bus, I went to get ready. The first thing I did, was pour myself a very stiff drink to ease my nerves a bit. I then headed into the bedroom where I threw on a pair of tights, along with a nice shirt, and once I was dressed, I headed over to see Nuno. I knew this was a bit risky, but at the same time, it was nice to get out of the house and free my mind a bit. Things had been pretty tense lately with all the bills from the surgery coming in the mail, so this was a nice change of pace. I was a nervous wreck but the drink I had earlier, had eased me up a bit.

Nuno lived nearby and I arrived within a few minutes. I rang his bell, and he quickly greeted me at the door with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We headed in, and he thanked me for coming, while also complimenting me. I thanked him for the complements, before he began to show me around. He literally had thousands of hot wheels and matchbox cars all over the place. My son would absolutely love hanging out here.

We made our way around his place and he showed me every part of his collection. As we did, he poured me a glass of wine, which I somehow, consumed very quickly. He noticed, and poured me a second one, which was probably the last thing I needed at that point. We continued the tour of his place and I noticed he also enjoyed playing video games. He showed me his collection of those and even offered to play a few games. We did, and spent the next hour hanging out and enjoying ourselves with the videogames.

After a while, he had to use the restroom, and I did as well. He showed me where it was, and I went to do what I had to. Once I was done, he went and I walked around looking at his collection some more.

He returned from the bathroom, and I was standing near his bedroom door, looking at the collection of cars from the movie, fast and the furious, which was a movie that I had loved watching when it came out. He came over to where I was and we chatted about the cars and the movie.

As we were standing there talking about it, I complimented his collection and he thanked me. After thanking me, we stood quietly, and just stared into each other's eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine, catching me by surprise. Instead of pushing him away, I did nothing and stood there, while he kissed my lips. He quickly broke the kiss, and waited for my reaction and when there was none, he once again placed his lips on mine and began to kiss me again. This time, I reacted, by kissing him back and the two of us locked lips pretty passionately.

We went at it pretty hot and heavily, with our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths. I don't know if it was all the frustration from everything that had occurred over the last couple of months, or what, but it felt good to be kissing him. There was a passion and spark that I haven't felt in a very long time, so I let him kiss me and continued to kiss him as well.

We went at it like this for a while, before I felt his hands began to roam up and down my back, and eventually down to my ass where he began to squeeze it softly. I let him and it wasn't long before he was guiding me into his bedroom. Against my better judgment, I went with the flow and we were soon standing next to his bed kissing each other, while also undressing.

It wasn't long before we were both naked and laying in his bed. He was on top of me and worked his lips from my lips, down to my nipples where he licked and sucked on them while squeezing my tits together in his face. As he was doing that, I felt an excitement growing inside of me that I hadn't felt in several years. I began to softly moan and reached down for his hard on. I needed to feel his cock inside of me. He wasn't very long but fairly thick, and definitely thicker than my husband. I grabbed his cock and guided it towards my excited and wet pussy. As I did, he leaned down and kissed me, before pushing forward, and penetrating my wet pussy. It was a feeling that I hadn't felt in quite some time and felt amazing.

Once he was inside of me, he began to thrust, taking his time at first and enjoying the feel of what was happening. I closed my eyes as he slowly fucked me and started to feel something that I hadn't experienced in years. My body began to shake and I wrapped my legs around his waist as an orgasm began to build. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm. Usually sex with my husband was a quick thing, and he was the only one to really get off.

Once I wrapped my legs around Nuno, he began to pick up his pace. Within a few seconds of that, my entire body tensed up and I began to cum. I let out a loud moan, and held him tightly as I came all over his cock. He continued to thrust in and out of me and it wasn't long before he moaned out that he was going to cum as well. I continued to hold him tight and moaned into his ear for him not to stop. He continued thrusting and within a few seconds let out a loud moan, while exploding deep inside of me. He shot wave after wave of his hot seed deep into my pussy with each thrust, and continued to do so, until he was done.

He then rolled off of me and laid by my side as the two of us tried to catch our breaths. I quickly replayed everything that had just occurred and much to my surprise, I felt no pity or regret. If anything, I wanted more. My husband hadn't made love to me in a couple of months, and this just felt amazing. It's almost as if I needed it. Unfortunately, I couldn't hang out much longer because my kid’s school bus would be arriving soon and I had to be home.

We got up and redressed ourselves, before he walked me to the door. We thanked each other for an awesome experience, before saying our goodbyes. I headed home, with a feeling of satisfaction that I hadn't felt in a very long time. It was a wonderful experience, and since then Nuno has delivered lunch to me often, and always provides a great dessert while I give him a great tip…