Best buds Justin and I were working as couriers for a small business that served clients who did not trust the post office to take care of company. Were two school kids on summer break safer than the mailman? Good question. Anyway, it was good pay for us.

And there was an essential fringe advantage — exposure to women.

Several businesses delegated outgoing correspondence duties to attractive young females, and a number of those females, out of boredom or a sense of adventure, seemed open to banter and flirtation with a good-looking young courier. I had been at the job only a month and already scored two babes met on my rounds.

Justin had been less fortunate. He was a good-looking dude, taller than me with a better create, but for some reason lacked my self-confidence and irresistible charm. At the apartment we shared, he confided one beer-drenched evening that he had yet to get it on with a member of the fair Sex, not just on this job but in his whole life. I was appalled and vowed to help him change that status.

Like the battery bunny in a TV commercial, my own success just kept on going and going. One morning I was told to pick up a delivery at the office of a steady client. It was handled by Debby, the boss’s buxom secretary, who I had already established rapport with through tasteful flirting. She was older than me, almost in the MILF category, but I was all the time open to expanding my horizons.

Debby told me in a confidential manner that the large manila envelope held a special delivery for the boss’s Wife. She looked around to verify we were alone, then took it out, chuckling. It was a colorful two-piece silken bikini but looked large enough for a circus elephant. I could not withstand commenting.

“The boss’s Wife must be a dozen sizes or so larger than you. She could use some tips about how to maintain a good figure.” Debby smiled and confided that the boss had also noticed the difference, but that the king-sized garment would keep “the fat old biddy” happy admiring herself in a mirror while boss and secretary shared dinner and “other activities.” She gave me a “you know what I mean” look.

I congratulated her for being “an essential part of the workforce,” and advised that if the boss was called away to tend to his Wife‘s apparel needs I would be happy to “fill in for him keeping the secretarial staff busy.” And so on, yakkety-yak. Before I left with the special delivery, I had Debby’s phone number, address, and a date for Saturday, at which time I fully expected she would be my courier score number three.

As it turned out, I was wrong. She was number four.

The address for Debby’s boss’s Wife led to a suburban McMansion reached by passing through a gate flanked by two stone lions. The doorbell set off loud chimes that might have passed for cathedral bells. There was a security cam, and I had to state my company through an intercom. I fully expected a uniformed maid to open the door.

Instead, it was a good-looking blond about my age, attired in a skimpy two-piece that did nothing to hide her stunning, symmetrical, natural assets, complemented by high cheekbones, petite nose, blue eyes, and luscious lips flashing a radiant smile. She was a luscious package in her own right, and I was the right courier to deliver it.

“You could not be Mrs. Boss,” I stated emphatically. “This would be a tent if draped on you.”

“No, it’s for my stepmother,” laughed the gorgeous creature as she took the bulky envelope. “My dad’s secretary just called to say it was on its way. Have you been peaking at the contents?” she asked, feigning indignation.

“No, ma’am. I was told by the secretary it was an extraordinary special delivery, and shown the contents to emphasize the point.”

“Well, in that case, let me see too,” she said, opening the envelope. “No, it’s definitely not intended for me, but let’s have some fun with it. C’mon in and help me see how it looks on me, will you?” She turned and walked back inside.

Wow, the duties that a courier is called upon to perform. I would have followed even if I did not need a signature for the special delivery. The route led through a maze of large rooms to a bedroom with a dresser mirror.

Now this nymph was not lacking in mammary gifts, but it would have taken ten of her boobs to fill the cups on the gigantic garment she held across her chest. She laughed, and I got into the game, running the straps around her back and then around in front again, hooking the clasp in the vicinity of her now well-cloaked boobs. It had changed from a rear clasp to a front one. The cups seemed to hang halfway down her belly. Then she stepped into the bottom, holding it at her sides. Three of her could have fit in it. She began laughing uncontrollably, and her mirth was infectious. I joined in.

We repackaged it, and with a co-conspirator look, she said, “I’m going back to the pool. Care to join me?”

I hesitated only a second. “I’m supposed to be working, but it’s close enough to lunch break,” I said. “However, silly me — I forgot to pack a swimsuit in the courier van today.”

“We’re informal around here. You’re probably wearing briefs, right? If not, I’ve seen guys in their birthday suits before.” She smiled, arching her eyebrows.

“How about your stepmother, Mrs. Boss? Would she approve of you cavorting in her pool with a naked delivery man?”

“This is her day at the club. She won’t be back until late afternoon. Anyway, who I cavort with is my own business. By the way, I’m Danielle.” She held out her hand.

“I’m Matt,” I said, taking it.

“C’mon, Matt.” I followed her through the warren of rooms, which I scarcely saw for admiring her swaying hips and butt, to a very spacious backyard pool with cabana in a courtyard surrounded by a high masonry wall.

“I was treating my boobs to some rays when you showed up,” Danielle said, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp to her bikini top, which she let fall on a chair. My eyes bugged out appropriately as she cupped her boobs with her palms as if to fluff them up. “Now, I think I want some wet.” She dove nimbly into the pool, her curvaceous, mostly-nude body a gorgeous sight as it soared through the air and floated through water.

I quickly took off shoes, socks, tan courier shirt, and shorts. I kept the briefs on, hoping to mask the half-erect state Danielle had got me in, and dove into the pool.

“Oh, wow, this is one remedy for a summer heat wave,” I said, upon surfacing next to her.

“Heat and wet are a good combination,” she replied, smiling. “I find they often go together, even when I’m not near the pool.” She winked, flashed a sly smile, and dove.

I thought if she knew what she was doing to me. Probably. Maybe she dove to check out my midsection because she still had that smile when she surfaced.

Danielle then directed me to bend my arms and hold them out, palms up, just under the water surface. “Brace yourself and hold still,” she commanded. In an athletic move, she grabbed my shoulders for leverage and jumped, landing with a foot on each of my palms. I struggled to hold her weight, but she held the perch for a mere moment before jumping higher to land standing on my shoulders, then kicked off, turning in a partial somersault to plunge back into the pool. She complimented me for providing the necessary support, saying a lot of guys could not.

We frolicked some more, or rather she frolicked, using me as a prop. I found it highly erotic when she faced me, then jumped, her legs going over my shoulders so that she was straddling me in a sitting position, her bikini-covered wet camel-toe in my face. On impulse, I made a sound as if I could not breathe while sticking my tongue out to caress it through the fabric. She flashed me a wry glance after dismounting. Eventually, we moved to the poolside, sitting there dangling our feet in the water.

“I’m glad you showed up, Matt,” she said. “You’re making the day more interesting.”

“You’re sure making mine better,” I told her. “Do you hang out here every day?”

“No, I have a summer job. This is a day off. I just finished my junior year at State. The dorms are closed, so I’m taking a breather with Daddy and his cow.” She frowned. “Oh, I shouldn’t say things like that. The Cow could be worse, but she’s let herself go so much, and she has no real interests. Well, none aside from playing it rich at the club and trying to seduce the hunk tennis pro, which is a lost cause since he has a big selection of younger women with nicer bodies.”

I had to laugh. “You don’t pull many punches, do you? I go to State too. I have to confess that being a courier is my summer job. What’s yours?”

“I sensed that you weren’t a professional courier, Matt. And I think I’ve seen you a couple of times on campus. As for me, I’m interning in a fairly interesting organization. It’s called SEEK. Stands for Sex Education and Enlightenment Knowledge.”

“Sounds like something I might be interested in,” I ventured, wondering if my sunglasses hid my gaze directed at her bare boobs.

“What guy isn’t,” she responded, smiling. “Girls too, for that matter. But SEEK isn’t all fun and games. The main purpose is to reduce sexual hangups and stereotypes, while also promoting birth control and safe Sex. The message is directed mostly at college campuses, but also to youth organizations in poor, minority areas.

“A noble undertaking, and a big task,” I observed.

“Sure, but if you don’t SEEK, you don’t discover,” she said, grinning.

I laughed. “So, how did you get involved, and what’s your specialty in the SEEKing area?”

“I got into it when Mark, the regional director, gave a talk at State. I went up afterward to talk with him. I suggested SEEK stress the rights of women to enjoy the wholesome pleasures of Sex as openly as guys do. Females should be regarded as equal partners, not submissive toys used by the exploitative fraternal culture on school campuses.” She shifted position a little, her boobs jouncing in response. Her nipples looked a little firmer, as she continued. “Mark said he was looking for an intern to pursue just that approach, and invited me to dinner and a ‘personal interview’ for a job.” She arched her eyebrows. “It was an in-depth interview. He complimented my ‘instinctive talents’ and hired me. My duties include lectures at sororities and women’s groups. I report to Mark directly on my progress.”

“I can not tell if you’re putting me on or not, Danielle, but assuming there is a grain of truth here, how well are your talents working during the summer break?

“Not so well. No one’s around. But Mark has been totally understanding about the problem. Until classes begin again, I serve as his personal secretary, shuffling paper, taking and making calls, and tending to other needs.” She put a slight emphasis on the last two words. “He’s older, about 30, but a nice guy and not a control freak, although he does insist on getting a ‘progress report’ from me every weekend after our field trips.” Another emphasis. “I accompany him to concerts, talks, dinners, and other events. He encourages me to speak up when there is an opportunity to advance my message. He says I have instinctive talents.” She said all this with a straight face, batting those liquid blue eyes.

I could not help it. I broke out laughing. She joined in.

“You are a real ball-buster, Danielle. But damn, I wouldn’t mind experiencing some of your ‘instinctive talents.’ Why should Mark be getting all the benefits of your enlightening approach.”

“I could tell you’re interested,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh. “At first, I thought your briefs may be a little small for you. Now I think there’s another reason why the garment looks too tight.”

It was true. By that point in the conversation, much of the blood from my brain had gone to my dick, tenting my briefs. I laughed but was a little embarrassed, and my usual quick wit failed.

“You know, as a dedicated SEEKer, I could help you with that clothing problem,” she said, moving closer and sliding her hand up my thigh closer to the critical zone.

Moment of truth: Did she want to dance or just tease? I leaned in and kissed her. She responded and we were soon into a full-fledged tongue ballet. When we broke off, I lowered my head and extended some mouth action to her hard nipples. She sighed and moaned a little, and her hand began caressing my full manhood through my briefs. I moved a hand between her legs to return the favor through her bikini bottom.

“Okay, I can see you have some education. Let’s take this to the foam mat behind us to pursue the enlightenment,” she said, a little short of breath.

We rose and went to the mat. Before I could make a further move, she sunk to her knees, placed her hands on my briefs, and yanked down. My dick popped out, nearly hitting her in the face. She looked it over for a moment, then wrapped a hand around the base, licked the underside down to the balls and back up, took the head in her pretty little mouth, and began working some oral magic. What a special delivery this had turned out to be, I wondered, as she took it in almost to the root, then out. My dick was glazed from her ministrations, the Hot sun reflecting off it. She took it back inside her mouth for a vigorous oral massage, and I almost lost it when she looked up at me with those big, liquid blue eyes.

“Whoa, hold it, Danielle. I’m about to pop.” She came off it, still holding my gaze.

“I can see why Mark likes your methodology. Time for you to critique mine,” I told her, kneeling and pulling down her bikini bottom. She had a sculpted bush, lips visible. We both sat and kicked off the little bits of cloth and fabric around our feet that were getting in the way of further enlightenment. I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs aside, giving me a close view of her sculpted bush, then lowered my head and began giving it the attention it deserved, bringing my tongue into play. Danielle lay back on the mat, moaning as I licked up and down her Pussy lips, and nibbled lightly on her erect clit.

“Oh, god, yes, Matt,” she moaned. “I think you show great promise. Now show me how you are in the advanced course.”

I did not have to be asked twice. I moved forward, and she grasped my hard dick, positioning it at her entrance. I slid forward and it went in halfway. Then out and back in again, all the way. She was so wet and warm. I began pumping. “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

“I almost forgot,” I said, pausing. “You are on protection, right? If not, I have a condom in my wallet.”

“No worries, but thanks for being concerned,” she said, softly. “Actually, if I was a conscientious SEEK employee I would deliver a safe Sex lecture and tell you to put it on anyway, but I have good intuition that you’re clean, and I passed my last STD test with flying colors. Now, start moving again,” she requested, giving my dick a little squeeze with her vaginal muscles.

I did as she urged, steadily picking up the pace, but soon she had to modify her advice. “Slow down a little,” she gasped. “Don’t be in too much of a hurry. You must have half your lunch hour left.” I laughed and slowed the pace, fucking her lightly as she murmured approval and wrapped her legs around me, hugging my butt with her heels.

Even going slow I lasted only a few minutes. Who does a marathon the first time with a new babe? But I did get her off before hitting my finish line. Her face took on a far-off look, eyes virtually closing, mouth forming an oval big enough to swallow a plum. She drummed on my butt with her heels. Her vocalizations built up in volume until she virtually screamed something unintelligible, her vaginal muscles gripping my dick until I felt caught in a meat grinder. I blew my load inside her, adding some loud grunts of my own. Our duet was probably audible within a half-mile.

We lay joined together for a long time, soaked in commingled sweat, almost as wet as when we were in the pool. Finally, I rose and rolled off her, staring up at the bright blue sky. “Well, how did I do, SEEKer-teacher. I want an honest critique.”

“You show promise,” she said. That was like a slap in the face. I shifted my gaze and caught her smile. She reached out and squeezed my bicep. “You were great,” she said, laughing. “A little short on endurance, but we can work on that.”

“Why don’t you work with me on my endurance problem this weekend,” I suggested, forgetting for a moment my prior appointment with boss-daddy’s secretary, Debby.

“Tempting. I think you can tell I like working with you, but Mark and I have plans this weekend.”

I felt a little jealousy toward Mark. “Okay, but when can I see you again?”

“Daddy and The Cow are here off and on. How about your place?”

“I have a roomie who’s there a lot, and likes to crash early, but I can talk to him.”

“Oh, why don’t we just say lunch hour here again next Wednesday — my day off and The Cow’s day at the club.”

“You’re on. I’ll be here with a special delivery for you.”

“I hope it’s as special as today’s delivery was,” she said, stroking my wet, drooping cock.

* * *

My special delivery for Danielle the following Wednesday was a human-sized bikini for her gorgeous shape. She laughed, immediately stripped and tried it, twisting in front of the mirror, then threw herself on me, arms around my shoulders, and planted a big kiss before immediately stripping my gift off again. We had another memorable half-hour of seeking education and enlightenment knowledge.

Afterward, lying on the pool mat collecting our breath, she told me, “Your endurance problem has much improved. We doubled our time together and I got off twice too.”

“Will Mark be satisfied with your report on my progress?”

“I neglected to include you in my report last weekend,” she replied. I figured it was none of Mark’s company.” She looked at me a little soberly. “Did you enjoy your date with Debby?”

That took me by surprise. “You girls have been talking.”

“She called yesterday. She does when she gets bored, and we seem to gossip a lot. Debby is on intimate terms with Daddy, although he is not her only admirer. She mentioned that she went out with ‘that cute courier who delivered the tent-sized bikini,’ and gave some graphic details about what happened. It sounded like you guys got to know each other pretty well.”

I thought a moment. “You know, if you and I became a steady thing, I would feel obligated to keep you informed about any other involvements, but we only just met, and…”

“Oh, Matt, I’m not bugged,” Danielle said, stroking my arm. “I don’t expect you to wear a chastity belt any more than you should expect me to. I only brought up Debby because you brought up Mark. And I don’t think we should talk too much about other people we’re seeing, or for that matter, talk to them about us. Okay? For the record, I didn’t tell Debby what a good time you and I had together. I just let her ramble on like she often does about Daddy and other guys she goes out with.” She shook her head. “I don’t all the time like the conversation. What girl wants to hear how her father is in the sack?”

I laughed. “Yeah, some things are better off unsaid. And I won’t bring up Mark again.”

“Okay,” she said, her beaming smile returning. “Well, I’ll be here again next Wednesday, if you’re interested.”

“Hell, yes, I’m interested. And I’ll probably be especially Hot to trot when I get here since I’ve just decided to cancel my second date with Debby this Saturday.”

“Why? I’m really not trying to limit your Sex life. I don’t mind if you exercise with her. After all, I’m involved with Mark on weekends.”

“It’s not that. I was thinking about canceling it anyway. She’s enthusiastic in the sack, but I’m not crazy about her style.” I made a motion with my fingers like a flapping jaw.

Danielle gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “So what will you do with your time this weekend? I’m sure your phone has a few prospects stored in it.”