The Delivery from Polanco
The roar of a motorcycle engine signaled the arrival of the delivery. I leaned over the balcony, spotting a handsome young man who looked barely twenty-two. I told him to wait a moment while I finalized the setup of the cameras and monitors in the bedroom. My husband, Lalo, was bedridden and recovering from a motorcycle accident; the heavy medication kept him in a hazy state, but he wanted to watch the excitement unfold from the comfort of his pillows.
I was dressed for the occasion in low-rise denim jeans, a matching lace bra and thong set, and a sheer blouse. When I opened the door, I invited the delivery man inside. He sat in the living room and began unpacking a variety of adult toys and lingerie. Lalo had given me specific instructions on where to stand so that every angle was captured perfectly on the screen in the other room.
I pointed to a few pieces of lingerie and asked if I could try them on. The young man, whom I began calling Polanco after the neighborhood where his shop was located, hesitated, citing hygiene rules. I countered by arguing that I wouldn’t pay for something that didn’t fit or look right. To put him at ease, I smiled and began to undress right there in the living room. When my 34DD breasts were fully revealed, his eyes widened in shock and desire.
“Help me put this on, Polanco,” I whispered. He agreed, his hands trembling as he tied the delicate laces of a harness around me. I could feel the electricity between us, his ragged breathing echoing my own arousal. When he told me I looked incredible, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my breasts against his face, and when he asked about my husband, I simply told him Lalo was deeply asleep under the influence of his meds.
The tension snapped. Polanco guided me to the sofa, and we lost ourselves in a passionate 69. He was skilled beyond his years, driving me to multiple peaks of pleasure. He quickly donned a condom and entered me with a frenetic, driving rhythm. At one point, he used a performance enhancer from his pocket, and I felt him grow even larger inside me, filling me completely. I howled with pleasure as he shifted me into a doggy-style position, pumping deeply and relentlessly until I was shaking with multi-orgasmic bliss.
The encounter escalated as he explored every inch of me, moving from my vagina to my tight rear with an intensity that left me breathless. After a final, explosive climax, he spent himself across my breasts, massaging the warmth into my skin. Once he dressed and departed, I returned to the bedroom.
I looked at Lalo and asked if he had seen everything. He smiled, confirming he hadn’t missed a second. To reward him, I took the new toys I had just purchased and used them on myself while he watched, eventually kneeling between his legs to give him a slow, devoted finish. It had been a delivery we both thoroughly enjoyed.