Erotic Short Stories

Special Delivery (1)

"Come inside before you get snowed out!" Mickey jokes from the comfort of the warm doorway.

"Coming sweetheart!" James jokingly sing-songs to her. Not even the moment after he crosses the threshold, a delivery truck slides down the curvy road, and into James' truck. Mickey's mouth drops open in shock, and James sets down all the groceries in the entryway before darting into the cold to see who's in the truck and if anyone's hurt.

"Mickey! I'm going to need your help to move him!" James yells and so Mickey slips on the closest shoes-conveniently her favorite UGGs. Rushing out to James' six foot figure, she's in awe of the size of the man inside the truck.

At her five foot three stature, she calculates that he's around six foot four, but has at least fifty pounds on James with all the muscles he's sporting.

The man's collapsed against his steering wheel, a little blood on his forehead. James opens the door a crack, and the man's body is only held by his seatbelt. Mickey slips in the little space there is, and pushes his dead weight back in the seat with little struggle, accidentally setting off the horn (which sounds like a distorted version of a typical horn). James lets out a quiet chuckle at his clumsy girl, who sticks her tongue out.

However, the horn seemed to wake up the large man, at least enough to realize he has a lady sitting in his lap. "Brenda?"

"I'm Mickey." Mickey replies, kind of put off that he has a wife or girlfriend. Which makes no sense, she has James!

"Am I dead?" The man asks, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"No, you hit your head pretty bad." James replies, peering into the truck.

"Let's get you inside." Mickey says, jolting the man from his stupor.

"But I need to deliver these packages!" He says, but Mickey shakes her head.

"We'll move your truck to the shed, but you're not going anywhere."." James says, already taking out his truck keys.

"Do you think you can move?" Mickey frets over him, and the man laughs.

"Not with you on me like that, darlin'." James surprisingly just laughs, normally other people who say things like that meet his fist. Mickey slides off his lap after unclipping his seatbelt.

She's standing out of the truck with her arms held out, as if her little weight could help him get out (and he's at least two times her weight). James chuckles from behind her, holding out one of his hands too for the stranger. The man takes James' hand, and then after seeing Mickey looking put off, he takes hers too. And Mickey's glad he did, because as soon as he tried to stand up he immediately fell out of the truck, into Mickey and James who barely keep him standing upright.

James grabs the man by his waist-area, and motions for Mickey to get the door open. Once they've got the stranger sitting on the couch, James leaves to move the trucks.