Public Nudity/A delivery man with packages needing signing

It was comical really, seeing the delivery man's eyes go wide and his mouth fall open. It's very clear that he wasn't expecting to be greeted by a naked teenage girl, let alone one who didn't seem to care about letting a stranger see her naked. You giggled as you watched his eyes bounce between your perky tits and your bare pussy lips.

"Hello!" you say, since he clearly isn't about to start conversation. "Can I help you?"

That seems to bring him back to reality. He shakes his head and looks down at his clipboard trying (and failing) to not let his gaze wonder back to your body.

"U-Um, yes!" he begins, obviously caught off guard. "I-I have several packages for the, um..."

He squints at the paper.

"MacGuinness family. Is that you?"

He looks back to you, actually managing to maintain eye contact this time.

"Yep, that's me!" you announce proudly, planting you hands on your hips with a bright smile.

And just like that his focus wavers again, his eyes briefly scanning over your body before he catches himself and looks back to his clipboard. Mentally you pat yourself on the back for not drying off before running to the door, otherwise, going by the heat forming in your lower regions, you're certain he would've noticed how damp you're getting from all his staring.

The thought just arouses you even more.

The delivery man cleared his throat before continuing.

"Alright, well, I'm going to need some additional information. You know, for paperwork reasons."

"Of course, go ahead."

"Okay, your full name?"

"Claire MacGuinness."

"We have a Mary MacGuinness on the paperwork. You are her?"

"Daughter."

He paused, just briefly, before continuing.

"Age?"

"15."

He paused again, this time taking a moment to look you over once more. If you had to guess you would say that he probably thought you were older. However, this news didn't seem to bother him, and on the contrary you see him smile to himself after a moment, apparently getting a kick out of the fact it's a naked 15 year old he's talking to. You can't help but wonder what his reaction would be if you told him you were still 14 only a few weeks ago.

"Are your parents home right now?"

That... was a slightly odd question. Either he thought it was odd for a 15 year old to stay home by herself, or he had more... questionable things in mind. But you're pretty good at reading people, and he seems like a nice guy, so you decide to be honest.

"Nope, just me."

He seems to relax a little. It suddenly dawns on you that he likely asked because he was afraid of getting caught. With his delivery truck parked out front and the early hour that it is, the only risk of this bizarre scene being witnessed is from inside the house.

"Okay. Now, I have to ask this, but would you be interested in signing up for a text-based notification service for future delivery? All it takes is you're phone number."

That's a lie if you ever heard one. Clearly he just wants your phone number for himself, but right now you're too horny to care.

"Sure!"

"Great, now if your could just sign here, print your name here, and write your number wherever it fits."

He hands you the clipboard but you pause just before writing.

"It's a little awkward for me to write without a hard surface, do you mind if we..."

• ...go inside? Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 16:57, 24 March 2023 (UTC)
• ...use your truck?