Since the COVID-19 pandemic, I have been working from home. While it took a few months to get into a rhythm, five years later, I have achieved a work/life balanced. One of the challenges is keeping the house stocked with food and drink. Thankfully, Instacart exists.
As I logged into my laptop for the day, I opened the Instacart app and started putting together an order. Milk, cheese, bread, veggies, and some fruit too. My wife works from home as well, but this particular week she was out of town at a work event. As I submitted my order, I quickly reopened the order and placed a couple of extra items. I added shaving cream, a razor, KY jelly, and Vaseline.
Rhonda picked up my order and started to shop for my items. Rhonda has been my shopper many times and always did a great job getting my items. Ping!
Rhonda had sent me a message: I have started your order. Unfortunately, they only have 1% milk. Is that okay?
Yes, that will work. It will be just me drinking this week. I responded as I returned to my work.
Ping. The mangos you like are not as ripe as you like them. Do you still want them? Rhonda asked.
Yeah, you can get them. If they have a ripe pineapple, can you grab one of those, too? I responded.
Sure. No problem. I will add that to your cart. Rhonda responded innocently.
Ping. A picture of KY Jelly appeared in the Instacart chat. I did a double-take as I ordered the basic KY Jelly and not what was pictured.
I know you selected a different KY Jelly, but have you ever tried this his and hers one before? Asked Rhonda. The question confused me. Feeling frisky, I responded with No, are you going to show me how it works?
I watched the Instacart chat. It seemed to take forever before Rhonda responded with Well, maybe. Are you game?
Shocked at Rhonda’s answer, I just looked at my phone, pondered the offer being made. Rhonda was in her late 20s with curly red hair. Rhonda stood just over 5 feet tall and barely weighed 110 pounds. Never before have Instacart chats gone in this direction. I had to admit, I was intrigued.
Sssssssuuuuuurrrrrrreeeee I responded. For the rest of the shop, the Instacart chat was silent until I got the notice that Rhonda was on her way. My heart was thumping extremely fast, and my cock was hardening.
I returned to my work as it was at least fifteen minutes before Rhonda would arrive.
Ding Dong!
The sound of the doorbell snapped me out of my work. My heart was pounding louder and harder as I walked from the office to the front door. I opened the door to see Rhonda standing there with my groceries in her hands.
“Hello there. May I come in?” slyly asked Rhonda. I simply nodded as Rhonda walked past me and into the kitchen. Rhonda was wearing a light blue halter top that left her midriff bare. The blue jeans hugged her hips tightly and made her ass look scrumptious.
“I hope you do not mind, but I added some whipped cream and chocolate sauce to your order,” Rhonda purred as she turned around to meet my gaze. Dumbfounded, I stood there slack-jawed. Rhonda giggled and took my hand as she grabbed the shaving cream and razor.
We walked toward the dining room.
“Sit down,” Rhonda demanded. There I sat at the dining room table. The chairs are high-backed, cushioned chairs without arms. Rhonda reached down and pulled off my jeans. My cock was poking through the opening of my boxers.
“Oh, you are excited for me to be here,” purred Rhonda. Rhonda removed the boxer’s and got up and went into the kitchen. Five minutes later, Rhonda returned to the dining room. I had removed my t-shirt and sat there completely naked.
Rhonda had a bowl of water and a cloth in her hands. Rhonda took the wet cloth and washed my cock, balls, and pubic hair. Then she took the shaving cream and applied it to my balls and pubic hair. With a devilish grin, Rhonda took the razor and started to shave my nether regions.
Rhonda finished shaving my pubic hair and balls. As she took the wet cloth to wipe away the excess shaving cream, she instructed me to stand up and turn around. Rhonda bent me over the dining room table and kicked my legs apart. Before I could utter a word, the wet cloth was sliding up and down my butt crack.
“Damn, your ass is hairy. Do you have an electric razor?” asked Rhonda. I told her where she could find it. Rhonda returned and proceeded to shave my butt. After shaving my butt clean, Rhonda started to lick my rim.
“Ahhh, that is better. You are clean and ready for me now,” Rhonda stated sternly. “Sit back down on the chair,” instructed Rhonda. I complied immediately. I sat there looking at Rhonda, bewildered by what was about to come.
Rhonda removed her top. The perky 32 C cup boobs stayed in place as the nipples stuck out a good half inch. I reached out to cup Rhonda’s right breast, but before I could make contact, my hand was slapped away.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You do not get to touch me yet,” teased Rhonda. Rhonda grabbed the chocolate sauce and dribbled it over my cock and balls. Rhonda rubbed my chocolate sauce-covered cock as she got onto her knees. I widen my legs, giving her full access to my cock and balls.
Rhonda lowered her mouth onto the tip of my cock and swirled her tongue around my mushroom top. I gripped the side of the chair as the suction intensified. Rhonda slurped up and down the shaft of my cock as her left hand played with my balls. I placed my right hand on top of her head.
Rhonda slapped away my hand. “Do not touch me. I am capable of sucking this cock dry without your assistance,” Rhonda snapped as she dug her fingernails into my ball sac. I flinched, yet a pleasurable sensation followed quickly.
As Rhonda slurped away, I felt my orgasm building and my cock hardening. Rhonda sensed it as her bobbing increased in pace. “Oh, God! This is amazing. I am about to cum,” I screamed. Before I knew, I blew my wad.
Rhonda released her grip, stood up, grabbed my head with both hands, and forced a French kiss. “I did not tell you to cum, nor did I tell you where to cum,” Rhonda barked after she unloaded my cum into my mouth.
“Swallow it. Do not spit it out,” Rhonda commanded. I complied. Rhonda took off her blue jeans. Rhonda’s ass looked even better and was very firm. The feisty redhead had no carpet. Rhonda jumped up on the edge of the dining room table and instructed me to turn my chair to face her.
“Now, it is your turn. You will eat my pussy until I am satisfied,” Rhonda instructed me as she poured chocolate sauce down her toned tummy. I waited a second to allow the chocolate sauce to coat her swollen pussy.
I grabbed Rhonda’s ass and moved her pussy closer to the edge of the dining room table. I lowered my mouth and licked up and down her pussy lips. Rhonda’s pussy got wetter as I swirled my tongue at the opening. I stuck my tongue into Rhonda’s pussy and pushed down with my tongue. Rhonda let out a slow moan as she started to rock her hips on the dining room table slowly.
Rhonda grabbed the back of my head and moved my mouth up her pussy lips until I reached her clit. When I reached the clit, Rhonda pushed my head into her pussy and held me there. I took her hint and started my assault on her clit.
Rhonda’s clit was more swollen than my wife’s clit. I flicked my tongue as I tried to gain my breath. Rhonda’s hips were rocking quicker and harder into my face. Rhonda grabbed my head with both her hands and slammed my head into her thrusting pussy.
“Ohhhhh…fuck! You are really good at this. Yes, right there. Suck that clit. Make my cum all over your face,” demanded Rhonda. I complied and tug in with more force as I ramped up my assault on her clit. Without warning, Rhonda wailed loudly as she moved my face away from her clit.
As I gained my breath, Rhonda gushed, and her juices drenched my face. Rhonda came so hard, and her juices hit the floor with a thud. Rhonda gasped heavily and lay back onto the table.
“You did well,” Rhonda stated between heavy breaths.
“I cannot believe how much pussy juice you squirted. There has to be a gallon on the table and floor,” I said in astonishment.
“Yeah, I probably should have warned you. Then again, you did not warn me when you came in my mouth,” purred Rhonda.
Rhonda threw a towel at me and instructed me to clean her up. After I had her dry, well, less wet as her pussy still glistened, Rhonda got herself off the dining room table.
“Well, I got a few more deliveries to make,” Rhonda stated. Rhonda gathered her clothes, got dressed, and walked out the front door.
Ping! That was great. Next time, maybe you can give me a bigger tip, stated the text from Rhonda.
