Delivering Male

Melanie was alone.

This was not the first time she had been alone, and it was unlikely to be the last time she was alone. And so, she had done something different. She had ordered her very first vibrator online.

It had been an impulse purchase; after all, Melanie had forgotten about sex; she'd forgotten about orgasms, the sort of things that tended to happen after you'd left your crazy college days behind and settled down into a boring work-a-day job, where she was surrounded by women day-in, day-out.

And so, a vibrator.

Today was the day it was supposed to arrive, so Melanie sat waiting for the mailman to come with her package, her legs crossed and bouncing as she stared out the window, watching for the delivery van. It usually came at the exact same time every morning, 10 am, and it was 9:50.

The delivery van came earlier than expected, and Melanie tightened her dressing gown around her waist as she walked down the stairs, twisting the key to unlock the door.

"Good morning."

This was not the usual mailman.

Jim was the usual mailman, a graying older man with a kindly smile; who never peered too closely at whatever was ordered.

This was a young man with a body type more suited to being a fireman than a mailman, warm tan skin, dark eyes, dark hair, biceps practically bulging out of his uniform, towering over me in the doorway, and in his hands, very clearly marked, was Melanie's new vibrator.

Did he know? Melanie wondered, glancing down at the vascular hands that had a tight grip on the cardboard box.

"Melanie?"

Even his voice was attractive, a deep baritone, a little rough around the edges.

"Yes."

"I have a package for you."

Melanie couldn't help but wonder, was that innuendo intentional? Or was it just a simple mistake?

"Could you sign here, please?"

He was holding out the clipboard for her to sign, and she took the pen from his hand, his fingers just brushing against hers, the simplest touch between them sending shocks down Melanie's spine.

"Enjoy."

There was definitely something in his tone, in the way his eyes seemed to glimmer as he looked down at her, that made her feel as though he could see straight through the thin fabric covering her body to the bare skin beneath.

Would he like what he saw, she wondered as he walked back down the path to the sidewalk, her mind starting to wander as her body shivered in anticipation, already having her fantasy in mind as she closed the door, package in hand.

Melanie looked at her naked body in the mirror opposite her bed.

There was nothing objectively wrong with her body; her breasts were large enough, though her stomach was a little larger than she would have liked, and her legs were still long and toned from her days of dancing, which complimented her wide hips and round ass.

The package she'd received still lay on her bed untouched, laying on the soft down comforter, the brown cardboard box looking a little out of place amongst the soft fluffy pillows. She hadn't dared to open it just yet; she'd forgotten what true pleasure felt like, worried that it still wouldn't work, that she would get to the cusp but then never manage to quite get over the edge, and most of all, she just didn't feel sexy.

It had been a long time since she'd felt desired; to be looked at as not a manager or a friend, but as a sexual being, to be touched, to be kissed, to be held.