A Dream Delivery
#4 of The Early Years
Some deliveries just need special handling.
_ A Dream Delivery _
By Puma Concolor
I had been helping a young friend with his fledgling delivery service for a few weeks now. I was just
finishing up the day with a delivery of several crates to a rather posh antiquities dealer. My friend
specialized in "gentle delivery" that meant every parcel was handled with extra tender loving care. Most
of the freight I was delivering was marked extremely fragile and I was waiting for someone to come
oversee its off loading.
As I was checking each container against the manifest, I heard the clomp, clomp of hooves on the
concrete warehouse floor indicating the foreman had just arrived. You can imagine my surprise seeing a
very pretty Jenny, or female donkey if you prefer, approaching. Perhaps pretty was a bit of an
understatement, as this lady was absolutely gorgeous! She had on a sharp business top with a very short
mini skirt. Her legs were long and very shapely, her breasts filling her top nicely, not too big and just to
my tastes. Her hair was raven black and cascaded down to the center of her back. Her face, her eyes, all I
could say was stunning! Needless to say, this lady was the embodiment of everything I found desirable in
a female.
I guess I was staring, or perhaps it was my look of astonishment that prompted her to speak,"Existe
un problema con el envío, o usted al igual que lo que ves?"
I blinked as I realized she had addressed me, but not in a language I was not acquainted with.
"Amm, no entiende español, habla inglés?" I answered in the one phrase I knew in Spanish.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have realized. I asked if there a problem with the shipment?" She smiled up at
me.
"No, no, everything is fine. I was waiting for someone to check the shipment before I unload it."
"Well, that would be me, I'm Yasima. Do you have the shipping papers?"She asked sweetly.
"Mmm, sure, here you go," I stammered awkwardly, handing my clipboard over to her, "I'm called,
Puma Concolor. Pleased to meet you, Yasima."
"So, how do we do this? Do I come up there, or do you bring the boxes out to me?" She asked as her
smile changed to become more mischievous as she looked over my cougar's body.
"Either way, your choice, M'Lady," I said before I realized my slip into an old habit of addressing
females.
"Oh my, aren't we courteous. How about being a gentleman and helping me up; we'll do it in there."
She said and in a way that made me think there may have been an alternant meaning to her
statement. But then again, it might have been just wishful thinking.
I took her offered hand in my paw as she stepped up in the bumper step. I noticed her skirt riding
up, perhaps it was my wishful thinking again, but I could have sworn she had nothing on under that skirt.
I looked away quickly as I didn't want to be caught looking at something I shouldn't. Even if I didn't
want to be anything less than professional, I could feel the telltale feelings of arousal in my jeans. I was
hoping she wouldn't notice. She did. Her smile and eyes were the only indication I was busted with a
large lump in my pants, but she said nothing and moved past me to the first and smallest of the boxes.
"These three?" She asked in a very lustfully sweet voice.
I nodded my ears burning with embarrassment.
She smiled teasingly as she turned and slowly bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight. As
her already short skirt rode up, it was only her tail that kept me from seeing anything more. She stood
up and moved to the next box looking at me over her shoulder and pointed to the next box. I nodded
and again she bent over. This time she raised her tail high, completely exposing her nether area. My first
glimpse had now been confirmed; she wore nothing and now her wonderful feminine folds were
exposed, wetly for me.
It was several moments before I realized she had been looking at me over her shoulder, and it was
evident she was enjoying her little show as much as I was. This time she didn't stand up as she pointed
to the last wooden crate, this one was about waist high.
"And the big one is mine too?" I nodded, now finding my voice had completely failed me.
She made quick work of pushing the furniture blanket back and checking the manifest then
recovering the crate and standing up.
"Alright now, that leaves only one package left to inspect," She said very seductively.
"But there is only three on the manifest?" I answered weakly, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"This one isn't on the manifest. It's in your pants. You did say the big one was for me, right?" Her
eyes ran over the bulge in my pants as she went on, "So what say you come over here and let me see
how big it really is?" She said as she unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall.
"Far be it that I should ever deny a customer, especially as one as beautiful as you," I grinned. I
knew it was useless to deny her attraction and she was more than willing to fulfill my desires. Besides,
my shaft was now painfully tenting my tight jeans and begging to let out to play.
As I stepped up to where she had hopped up in the crate, she reached out and undid my belt,
opened my pants, and with a single push she had both my pants and underwear down around my ankles.
I stepped out and kicked them over with her skirt before throwing my shirt to join them. As I closed the
last few inches, she had opened her blouse and bra shrugging them off. She was now as naked as I and
was looking very much an exotic goddess.
"Mmm now this is a nice package, nice and hard. I can't wait to put it where it belongs," she murred
as she stroked my cock and fondled my testicles gently.
I closed the last little bit as she guided me to her soft warm sex. She wrapped those long legs around
my waist and pulled me to her as I sank deeper into her wet heat. I ran my paws through her long hair
and cupped her breast rolling the nipple between my fingers. I pulled her into a deep kiss as my tongue
slipped past her lips and caressed hers.
She moaned loudly as I pulled back and slowly pushed back in even deeper. I gently kissed down her
throat and across her shoulder as we picked up our pace.
"Ohhh, that feels sooo good. Harder, oh please, fuck me harder!"
I released her shoulder and as she lay back I started savagely hammer into her, thrusting hard
against her cervix. I could feel the pressure build in my balls as I neared my climax. I instinctively
knew she was rapidly approaching hers as well, but I needed to warn her.
"I... I'm getting close...." I panted.
"Do it! Cum in me! I want to feel you fill me up; fill me with your hot spunk! FILL MEEEEE!" She
screamed as her climax came crashing down on her.
It was all the encouragement I needed to push me over the top, way over. With one more hard
thrust, I shoved deep into her womb as she squeezed down hard on my shaft. I erupted, sending rope
after hot rope of cum as my feline barbs flared. I held her tight as we came down from our mutual
ecstasy. She moved, but instantly froze as she felt the tug from deep inside her uterus.
"We are stuck?" she asked.
"For a bit. As with all my kind, I have barbs. It stimulates, but it also locks us together and will hurt if
we were to pull apart too quickly. I'm afraid we're just going to have to ride out this afterglow together."
"Mmmm, I was wondering why it felt so good. Stimulates, huh? Kind of like a live French tickler?"
she grinned.
"Well, I've never been compared to one before, but yes, I guess that's about right. "
"Can we do it again?" Her grin growing.
"If you want to."
"All night?
"M'Lady, it is Friday, if you will have me this weekend, I'm all yours for as many times as you wish."
"Kitty, we may regret that offer by Monday, but I'm taking you up on it. Would you mind if I called a
couple of girl friends to join us? They can bring a Pizza and beers?"
"If you wish, Yasima. The more the merrier," I grinned.
"Oooo, Puma, I promise this is going to be a fun weekend. For now, think we can work our way over to
that pile of blankets in the corner without you popping out? I want to see if I can get you to come
again."