From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The UPS Driver (MF, cons)
Date: 4 Feb 1996 16:34:53 GMT

			    The UPS Driver

	Wanda pulled the boxy brown truck up to curb. Nearly time to
go back to the depot. She was exhausted. Driving the truck and having
to be better than the men on the routes was exhausting. Not that she
was a little thing. She had her points, and right now they itched
something fierce. She was wearing a lace bra under her brown uniform,
and she understood why she couldn't wear anything any more feminine.

	First of all, UPS wanted their drivers to dress alike, to have
that same crisp, efficient feeling about themselves. Secondly, the
company wanted to protect their women. Some deliveries had to be made
in less than desirable neighborhoods. They not only didn't want their
women raped for humanitarian reasons, but the legal costs would have
been ruinous to their insurance bills.

	So Wanda dressed like a man, and in some neighborhoods walked
like a man too. Her customers knew her, and liked her. The pay was
good, and her little boy enjoyed more comforts than most single
mothers could give their children. It was a cruel world.

	Anybody going past the truck would have seen the usual UPS
driver, feet up on the dash working on his clip board. It took a
careful eye to see that her hair was longer than the usual driver's.
Blonde and big boned too, her Polish ancestry perhaps. But she didn't
talk or act like a truck driver.

	She heard a tap on the metal door to her right and looked out.
A nice looking guy was holding a package in his hands and looking up
to her with a puzzled look on his face.

	"Hi - " she said as she slid open the door.

	"Hello," the man returned, his soft brown eyes fixing on her.
Wanda thought he looked good. Pretty well built too. His pecs were
nicely molded by his knit shirt. His arms filled out the tight
sleeves. She glance at his crotch, no harm looking - and between the
job and Bobby she hadn't had sex in a long time.

	They stared at each other. "Oh," he said, realizing that he
was a she, once he noticed the partly unbutton shirt. He seemed to be
peering at her, looking through the opening of her shirt at the white
lace of her bra.

	As she pulled the shirt closed she said, "What can I do for
you?"

	"Do you guys - gals - folks accept packages on the truck?" He
stuttered and stumbled; She felt he was charming.

	"No - your company has to pay a fee for us to pickup or you
can call one of our trucks to pick it up. I'm not authorized to accept
cash."

	"I hope you don't mind - this is a terribly personal
question."

	Wanda looked into his crotch and saw that the mound of a few
seconds ago was now taking definite shape into a harding cock with a
flat head and definite possibilities. Saliva filled her mouth and her
pussy clothed white lacy panties became wet.

	"So - what kind of personal question did you want to ask?"
They both looking down at his bulge in his pants that wouldn't stop
growing. Jeff held the package over his crotch, blushing and started
to shift his weight back and forth.

	"Ahh - my name is Jeff, and - I-I - couldn't help staring at
you. And I would like to ask if you weren't married or anything like
that I would like to ask you out on a date?"

	Wanda started to laugh and said, "I thought you said it was
personal. But with my job and taking care of my little boy I don't
have any time to see anyone." Then reconsidering, thinking about how
long it has been since she had a man, "I'm interested." As Wanda shut
the door she said, "Meet me at the back door."

	He was there, package lowered, and groin thruster hopefully
out. She looked at him through the back window. he was so cute and
cuddly. Except for her son Bobby, she hadn't cuddly anyone in a long
time either. And his prick did promise to satisfy a girl if she could
get it in someplace.

	He stepped into the truck which was lit by a skylight above.
When she shut the door, they stood close to together, each one waiting
for the other to make a move.

	"I might as well take that package since you are here," she
said taking it and setting it down with the other boxes. Then she ran
her fingers up his legs to his crotch and touch the boner there. It
felt so warm and inviting that she closed her fingers around it and
gave it a few welcoming jerks, as she gave him a passionate kiss.

	Jeff was in shock, all he did was ask her out on a date and
all of this started. Nature took its course and his hands had gone
right to the opening of her brown shirt to feel the lace of her bra
and the softness of her flesh. He found the center snap and opened it
with his fingers. Then edging his fingers along the curves of breast
until he found her left nipple.

	He circled the half-dollar-size tip, then reach down to
unbutton the ugly shirt and revealed the white lace bra cups. Both of
his hands began to work on tits, as his lips kissed each nipple.

	Wanda was in heaven. A cock at last, she wanted to see it.
Feel its silkily skin again her fingers. The Stimulation of her tits
almost made her forget what she wanted.

	"Take my dick out and play with it - ahhh." He paused. "God I
don't even know her name yet," he thought.

	She started working on his zipper to get it open and digging
into the opening to find his meat. She wanted to taste him, but he
seemed so interested in setting up her tit medallions that she turned
them both, keeping her hand firmly clasped around his dick, until her
back was against one of the shelves that ran along both sides of the
truck.

	He soon had her moaning in delight. She wanted that cock
somewhere. While he wet both of her breasts until they looked like a
glazed Danish pastry, with two red cherries in the center, she undid
her own belt and pushed it and her panties out of the way.

	As he dug into the soft mounds, she pushed her hips forward
and rubbed his cockhead against her Netherlands. Rubbed quietly, not
passionately, that would come later, but at the moment she wanted feel
his stiff member outside her tunnel.

	She drew a figure eight around her cunt and fingered the
cockhead. It was sticky. Jeff was really getting off on her breasts.
So was she. Wanda could feel her nipples harden as he sucked on them.

	Wanda kept his dick circling her cunt lips until they were
moist around the edges, then she pressed the cockhead against the
folds and allowed it to enter her warmth. Not penetrate exactly, but
just part the lips.

	He came up for air and began to kiss her lips this time,
transferring her breast flavor to her mouth. They kissed deeply,
tongues playing games, lips hungry for each other.

	The UPS lady spread her legs wide and with a whispered
invitation allowed him to guide his throbbing rod into her body. At
first just the flare penetrated her outer ring. So slowly that she
wasn't really aware of it until her cunt lips closed over the ridge at
the back. Once he had his meat in her hole, he moved his finger up to
continue circling her clit, lonely without its previous juicy
attention.

	She leaned back, her blonde hair falling against the shelf as
her cap came off. He leaned in, pushing his dick past the inner ring,
deep up into her. Instead of stroking, he wiggled his rod like a tree
in a storm inside her body. Then he moved forward and back, pulling
her body with the movement until his cock was bouncing.

	Wanda went back to her breasts. They were drying and she
licked them with her tongue to keep them moist. His hands had felt
better, but they were busy elsewhere, stroking velvety ass as they
stayed joined together.

	Apparently he made a decision, for with a sudden ferocity
which nearly took the lady truck driver off her feet, he pulled out
till his cockhead was just inside her and then jammed forward again.
At the same time his hands slide up her back crushed the two of them
together. His mouth sought out hers and he darted into it as if into a
friendly cave. With each dart of his tongue, he took a stroke of his
dick into her. Deeper and deeper each time, lifting her up on toes
with passionate thrust.

	The ripple effect was having its toll on her clit. The folds
rubbed against it, stimulating her until she couldn't hold out any
longer. Her juices flowed around his ramming dick. Warm and thick.
Spurred on by her flood of juices, Jeff poked and prodded, jammed and
slammed until he started to cum also. Wanda grabbed his ass and held
him tight against her belly. "Fill - me!" she cried. "Pump your cream
into my pussy."

	As the hot juices mixed together, the sex partners let out a
long, slow sigh as the feelings subsided. "Damn," she said, "You fuck
good."

	"Thanks - this sure was different way of sending a package,"
he replied.

	"No problem, I usually park here, if I'm a little early," she
said. "That's if you want to see me again?"

	As the brown truck drove away, Jeff realized once again that
he never got her name. But he did have her panties...