The Deliveryman Who Arrived the Day After Valentine’s Day

Renata was forty-three and had learned to care for her body as though it were an investment. Full, high breasts, a narrow waist she had maintained through years of discipline, wide hips that marked every step. Her blond hair fell in long waves to the middle of her back, and her lips, always painted a dark matte red, seemed drawn for biting. She had light-colored eyes that knew how to shift from sweetness to calculation in a second. The only thing she had been missing for far too long was someone who knew how to look at her.

Her husband’s name was Damián, and he was forty-nine. A dull man, with a soft belly and thick-framed glasses, who came home late from the office, opened a beer, and collapsed on the sofa before dinner. The day before, February fourteenth, he had given her a sad supermarket bouquet of roses and a reheated pizza. By ten-thirty, he was already snoring on his back, mouth open and belly exposed.

That night, Renata had put on a black lingerie set that still had its tag on it. She had perfumed herself, got dressed up, and climbed into bed expecting something that never came. She lay staring at the ceiling, hot anger rising inside her, and promised herself that the next day she would not go without.

Morning came on the fifteenth. Damián was still sleeping off the previous night, with the blinds down and a deep snore that could be heard from the hallway. Renata got up at nine. She took a long, unhurried shower, letting the hot water run over her body. Then she spread coconut cream over every inch of her skin and chose a short white dress with thin straps, almost transparent when backlit. Nothing underneath. Every time she moved, the fabric brushed her skin and reminded her how awake she was.

She had no plan. Just a need that weighed on her lower belly like a stone.

At twelve-thirty, the doorbell rang.

It was a package. She opened the door slowly, with a smile that already knew what it wanted before knowing whom she would find.

The deliveryman was new. Lucas, not yet twenty-five. Tall, lean but broad-shouldered, with arms defined from carrying boxes all day. His brown hair was tousled beneath the company’s blue cap, freckles dotted his nose, and the shyness in his face vanished the instant he saw her. His eyes dropped involuntarily to the dress straps and then rose again, embarrassed.

—Good morning… I have a package for Renata.

—That’s me —she said, leaning against the frame—. Come in, it’s drizzling. I don’t want the box getting wet in the entryway.

Lucas hesitated for a second and stepped inside. Renata closed the door behind him, and the click of the latch sounded louder than it should have in the silence of the house. She led him to the kitchen, where the remains of breakfast were still out and yesterday’s wilted roses stood in a vase.

He set the package on the counter and stood there, not knowing what to do with his hands. Renata leaned against the opposite side, crossing her arms in a way that was anything but innocent.

—Thanks for bringing it so quickly. Have you been delivering for many hours?

—Since seven-thirty. Long day. After Valentine’s Day, people order all kinds of things: late gifts, returns…

Renata gave a low, almost husky laugh.

—Yesterday was Valentine’s Day —she said, looking him in the eyes—. My husband gave me cheap roses and a cold pizza. He fell asleep at ten-thirty. He didn’t even touch a finger of mine. I’ve had this inside me for twenty-four hours, and it won’t go away.

She brushed her lower belly with her fingertips, just for an instant. Lucas swallowed, and the sound could be heard throughout the kitchen.

—Wow… that’s not right.

—Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m just tired of waiting. Do you have a girlfriend, Lucas?

—Yes… more or less. We argued over something stupid last night.

Renata took a step forward. The space between them nearly disappeared. She could smell his cologne mixed with the clean sweat of work, and she liked it.

—Look —she said, lowering her voice—. I don’t know you at all. You’re a deliveryman who came in by chance. My husband is sleeping off his hangover right next door; he won’t find out a thing. If you leave now, absolutely nothing happens. But if you stay, I’m going to teach you everything he never learned to do. You decide.

Lucas was breathing hard. The fabric of his uniform trousers gave him away completely.

—I’m staying —he said, his voice strained.

Renata smiled slowly. She climbed onto the counter, spread her legs, and pulled her dress up to her waist. She looked down at him with a calmness that aroused him more than any haste could have.

—First lesson —she murmured—. Slowly. Kneel.

He obeyed at once. She tangled her fingers in his hair and guided him without letting go. Lucas lowered his head between her thighs and kissed her through the damp fabric of desire, cautiously at first, then with greater hunger, while Renata spread her legs wider and dug her heels into his waist to keep him where she wanted him. When she moved her underwear aside, the cool air drew a brief gasp from her. Lucas saw her pink pussy, already soaked, glistening with cream and her own arousal, and swallowed again before running his tongue over it, slowly, from bottom to top.

—That’s it —she said, gripping his hair—. Good. Don’t rush. Lick all of me, not just the center. I want to feel your tongue across my whole opening.

Lucas obeyed with almost desperate devotion, slipping his tongue inside, tracing clumsy circles at first and then firmer ones, exploring her swollen lips while Renata came undone on the counter. She writhed, thrust her hips at him, pressed his head against her pussy with one hand, and touched her breasts through the dress with the other, wrinkling the fabric in time with her moans. Every time he found the exact spot, she let out a trembling breath and rewarded him with a harder tug on his hair.

—Don’t stop… right there… your tongue inside, Lucas… like that, fuck…

Her first orgasm rose through her like a rough wave. Her thighs trembled, her back arched, and she came with a muffled moan, soaking his face and mouth. Lucas kept licking until she pushed him away with two firm fingers beneath his chin.

—Good boy. Now get up.

She climbed down from the counter and, in the same movement, knelt before him. She lowered his zipper with confident fingers and brought his cock out into the open, hard, hot, pulsing against her hand. She held it for a moment, feeling the beat, then slowly brought it to her mouth, watching him as she did. She liked the way he held his breath, the way his hands clenched at his sides, afraid to touch her.

—Second lesson —she said, pulling away for a moment—. Grab my hair. Don’t be afraid. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.

He held her, timidly at first and then with enthusiasm. Renata opened her mouth wider and took him all the way in, swallowing him in slow pulses, wetting the entire shaft with deep movements of her tongue and throat. She liked feeling the head brush her palate, the way Lucas’s breathing became ragged and urgent. She pulled off and took him in again, faster and dirtier, sucking the tip and then licking the base, while he held her by the hair with one trembling hand that gradually lost its fear. Renata felt her pussy burning again, her thighs wet, and slipped two fingers into her own opening while continuing to suck him, setting the rhythm for them both.

—That’s it —she said hoarsely—. My husband never dared go that far. Always quick, always afraid. Don’t be afraid with me.

She led him to one of the kitchen chairs and gently pushed him down to sit. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, and aligned his cock with her entrance. Before sinking down, she held his shoulders and looked at him with the mixture of brazenness and hunger that already had him surrendering.

—Look at me —she whispered—. I want you to watch yourself put it inside me.

She lowered herself slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until she felt him enter her completely, filling her with a delicious pressure that drew a long moan from her. Lucas’s eyes opened wide as he felt the wet heat closing around him, and Renata stayed still for a second to savor it, breathing deeply, her head thrown back.

—Fuck… —she murmured—. Like that. You fit inside me so well.

She began moving her hips in slow circles, squeezing on every rise. She lifted herself only slightly, let the tip scrape inside her, and lowered herself again, taking him all the way in. Lucas ran his hands up her back, lowered the dress straps, and kneaded her buttocks hard, guiding her so she could set the rhythm more firmly. Renata leaned back, bracing herself on his knees, and sped up. The chair creaked, they both panted, and in the background Damián’s steady snoring continued, oblivious to everything.

—Don’t be quiet —she asked him—. Tell me what you feel.

—You’re incredible… you’re so wet… I didn’t know a woman could squeeze like that…

—You can say it dirtier than that —she teased, digging her nails into his shoulders—. Say you’re fucking me well. Say I’ve got you full.

Lucas let out a muffled, almost disbelieving laugh and obeyed in a broken voice.

—I’m fucking you like a beast… fuck, Renata…

—That’s it.

She ran her hands over his chest, twisted his hard nipples through the fabric, and then bent down to bite his neck with playful cruelty that made him arch. She rubbed herself against him, pressing her clitoris against Lucas’s pubic bone every time she came down, seeking pleasure with the precision of someone who knew exactly what she wanted. When she felt her orgasm rising in her belly again, she changed the angle, leaned her torso forward, and let him strike her entrance more deeply.

—Deeper —she panted—. I want to feel you all the way up here.

And she came for the second time, her whole body shaking on top of him, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she clung to the back of the chair to keep from falling. Lucas was left breathless for a second, hypnotized by the way she trembled, by the wet glisten between her thighs, by the smell of sex that now filled the kitchen.

Renata made him stand with a push to his chest. She led him to the counter and made him brace himself with his hands, leaning him slightly forward. She climbed behind him, yanked his shirt up, and licked his back, nape, and shoulders while guiding his cock toward her entrance again with one hand. This time she had no patience.

—Last lesson —she said against his ear—. Now, no more delicacy. Hold me tight.

Lucas thrust into her suddenly, and Renata moaned against the cold wood of the counter. The penetration tore a muffled, deep, delicious cry from her; his cock opened her pussy with a single thrust, and she answered by arching her back and offering herself more fully. He gripped her hips hard, and Renata began pushing herself backward to take him better, enjoying the wet sound of every impact.

—Harder —she asked through clenched teeth—. Can you hear him snoring? Do it the way he never could.

—Fuck… you’re incredible… —he panted, holding her by the hips.

He slapped her buttock, hesitating, and when he saw her arch her back in response, he did it again with more confidence. Renata’s skin began taking on a rosy hue, and she raised her voice with every impact, no longer caring about the noise. Lucas thrust in and out with increasing hunger, striking her deep with a precision that made her legs tremble. Renata supported herself on her forearms, spread her ass wider, told him not to slow down, and touched her clitoris at the same time, rubbing it with two fingers while he fucked her from behind as she had wanted from the beginning.

—That’s it… like that… —she muttered through her teeth—. Make me sore tomorrow when I sit down…

Her orgasm rose again, more brutal than the ones before, like a discharge that loosened her mouth and tensed her entire belly. She came with a long moan, squeezing Lucas’s cock hard inside her pussy, and did not stop moving for even a second afterward, forcing him to continue until she felt him trembling too. He grunted, buried his face in her back, and began to come in pulses, filling her inside with hot semen that made her close her eyes and smile with pure pleasure. Renata stayed still as she felt him empty himself inside her, enjoying the thick pressure of his semen, the sticky warmth that spilled out a little when she moved, and the obscene certainty of still having him trapped inside her.

When it was over, they remained still for a moment, catching their breath, their foreheads touching. Lucas laughed softly, still dazed.

—That was… I don’t even know what to say.

—Don’t say anything. Get dressed.

He pulled up his trousers with trembling hands. Renata lowered her dress, fixed her hair in the reflection of the glass door, and gave him one last kiss, slow and almost tender, with the taste of her own skin and his mouth still on her lips.

—If the company sends you here again —she said, opening the door—, you know where I live. There are still lessons left.

Lucas stepped into the hallway with his cap crooked and a smile too big for his face. Renata closed the door and leaned against it, eyes closed and body finally calm.

Damián’s deep snoring still came from the bedroom, exactly as it always had. He had not moved. He had not noticed a thing.

Renata approached the half-open door and stood there for a second, watching him sleep, disheveled and oblivious, then smiled to herself. She returned to the kitchen, put water on to boil for coffee, and stored the package without bothering to open it. What she had come looking for that morning was not inside the box.

Damián would never know. Or perhaps, one morning, he would begin wondering why his wife received so many packages.