Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man by Kay Jaybee Read Free Book Online

take the constant pressure of having a secret relationship. I guess it
simply crumbled, but I was left with the same feeling of hurting someone I
loved all over again, and being hurt back just as bad. It was the final straw,
and I couldn’t see how the pattern would ever break. I didn’t know who or what
I wanted, and I decided that it was safer all round if I kept my head down, got
my degree, and got the hell out of the city. I found a job and I hid.
    ‘And now?’ John cuddled Jenny up onto his
lap.
    ‘Right now? At this very moment, I want to
shag you. Just you.’ Groping at their lower garments, Jenny moved fast. Taking
a condom from her discarded skirt pocket, she eagerly straddled his
outstretched legs with her knees, and rolled the protection into place. No
further lubrication was required as her channel was still slick, gushing from
their earlier fuck, and engulfed him easily. The bruises she’d anticipated
began to throb as she pumped up and down, crashing against his legs with more haste
than finesse. The urgency to feel John quiver within her, to release his seed, took
over everything else. The gloom of the van no longer seemed oppressive, but
tempting and sexy, as she brought her lover off in record time.
    Remaining on his lap, his cock buried
within her, aware that her opportunity to learn more about John was fading
away, Jenny coaxed, ‘So, I’ve bared my soul. Now, tell me about you.’
    He shrugged, gently easing her off of him
so he could dress. ‘Not much to tell, and more to the point, not much of my
lunch hour left to tell it in.’
    ‘Do your best.’ Jenny slowly collected up
her own clothes, keen not to let the opportunity to learn more about her
elusive lover pass.
    ‘Okay, in a nutshell, my name is John David
Cooper, I am 36 years old, and I’m from London. I’m not clever, like you.’ John
looked away from her, absentmindedly trailing a finger along the nearest shelf.
‘Like I said, I’m almost divorced, but have no children.’ Now it was his turn
to sigh. ‘I’m no angel, Jen.’
    After a moment’s
disquiet, her driver’s eyes lit up demonically as he said, ‘I will never have a
problem with you liking women sweetheart, but…’ His expression hardened as he
added, ‘I have to warn you, Jen, I am not cut out for relationships –
just sex. If that’s a problem, you must say so. I don’t want to mess you about.
You are not someone I want to hurt.’ He squeezed her hand, the heat of his skin
reminding her of why she was there with him. ‘I’m a nightmare, Jen, you should
run a mile.’
    ‘Relationship avoidance has been my policy
for years, honey, why would I run from incredible sex with a dynamic parcel
deliverer? It’s the perfect scenario!’

 
    That evening,
Jenny’s hand delved into her knickers drawer in search of a dildo. As she
settled back against her bedcovers, closing her eyes, she circled the neon tool
along her inner thighs and up to her center .
    He’s
right; I should run a mile… I probably will… soon, but first there’s something
I need to do... High time I took charge, I think!

Tuesday
    The Plan

 
 
    I have a plan. I just hope I can hold my courage and see it through…
    ‘I don’t have long.’
    John’s familiar words spilled from his
mouth as he crossed the threshold of Jenny’s home. Throwing a handful of DVDs
carelessly across the sofa, his lips were on hers before she had the chance to
speak, his hands diving up and under her mini denim skirt. A murmur of
appreciation escaped him as his travelling fingertips discovered her lack of knickers and stocking tops.
‘Shit, woman, you get hotter!’
    Allowing him to fall into their regular
pattern, Jenny let John lead her towards the armchair. ‘You wanton woman,
you’re already wet, aren’t you?’
    ‘I knew you were on your way.’ Jenny didn’t
say anything else as she undid his buttons, pulling his belt from his trousers,
loop by loop. Stroking the leather lovingly between her