Another Delivery

A few months had passed since I made my ‘special delivery’ to my very appreciative customer. But as I checked my remaining deliveries as I parked up in a secluded lay-by as I ate my lunch, I recognised his name from my previous visit. Well, you don’t forget a visit like that, do you? Especially when I was handed such a lovely memento! My cock swelled at the memory…

I ensured that this was going to be my last drop of the day, and I was hoping for a repeat performance. And so I delivered the rest of my parcels, and by mid afternoon I was pulling up outside the bungalow where I had an amazing afternoon of cross-dressing fun with the accommodating occupier. I turned off the engine of my van and after retrieving the parcel from the back, locked up and made my way up the path to ring the doorbell. I stood there, parcel under one arm and clipboard and pen in the other hand. I saw the curtains twitch, and moments later I was greeted at the door by my colourful, and on this occasion, glamorous, friend. As I handed over the parcel and got my obligatory signature, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the fetching outfit he was wearing today.

He was adorned in a ¾ length black sequined dress, the light being thrown about as it shimmered off the countless discs. His beautifully smooth legs were adorned in black nylon, a thin denier showing off the feminine curves of the calves. His red painted toenails peeped through a pair of open toed stilettoes, with a delicate leather strap fastened around the ankle. His wrists jangled from the gold and silver bangles as he signed for the parcel, and I admired the dark red nail polish as he handed my paperwork back to me. As for the hair and make-up; a brunette wig, with the hair pinned up to show off his slender neck, and to accentuate the long drop earrings, and black eyeshadow matched with slutty red lipstick, expertly finished in a shimmering 70’s style gloss.

‘Wow! You look absolutely gorgeous!’ I almost involuntarily blurted out.