Hermes Hookup
"A missing package investigation leads to finding something much better with the curvy courier"
Hermes had lost my package. Third time this month. I was ready to complain to someone, anyone.
Then the courier turned up personally.
Marie was mid-forties, thick as fuck, with a tired look that softened when she smiled. She had that mum energy—comfortable, warm, like she'd seen everything and wasn't shocked by any of it.
"Sorry about your parcel," she said, standing at my door. "Found it under a pile in the van. Busy month."
"No worries. Happens."
"No, it doesn't happen. Not on my round." She sighed, pushed hair from her face. "Look, I'm supposed to just drop it and go, but I've been driving since five AM and I could murder a cuppa. You offering?"
She drank her tea at my kitchen table, slowly unwinding.
"Twenty years I've been doing this," she said. "Started when my kids were little. They're grown now, left home. Ex-husband buggered off. Just me and the van."
"Sounds lonely."
"It is." She looked at me over her mug. "Which is why, every now and then, I do something stupid."
"Like what?"
"Like this."
She stood up, walked toward me, and kissed me without warning. She tasted like tea and cigarettes, and her body pressed against mine with years of pent-up need.
"Been wanting to do that since I saw you," she admitted. "Young, fit, polite. My type, if I'm honest."
"Happy to help."
Her fleece came off, then her t-shirt. Her bra was practical, white, containing heavy tits that spilled out when I unhooked it.
"God, it's been so long," she breathed as I palmed them. "Do whatever you want. I don't care."
I pushed her against the counter, lifted her onto it. Her work trousers came down, revealing full thighs and simple cotton knickers.
"You sure about this?" I asked.
"Been sure for about five minutes."
I dropped to my knees, pulled her knickers aside. She was wet, responsive, and moaned the moment my tongue touched her.
"Oh Christ—right there—"
She came fast, hands in my hair, thighs shaking. Then she was pulling me up.
"Inside me. Please. Need to feel something real."
I pushed into her on my kitchen counter, watching her face contort with pleasure. She was tight, warm, and moved her hips with practiced ease.
"God yes—harder—been so long—"
I fucked her until she came twice more, then followed with a groan. We stayed connected, both breathing hard.
"Best delivery I've ever made," she said eventually.
"Want to make another one tomorrow?"
"I'll reroute my round." She kissed me, soft now. "Same time?"
She drove off in her van with my number saved.
Never complained about Hermes again.