June, in her late 20s, was finished with her work day and tired. She lived in unit 13. She had removed her scrubs and slipped into something comfortable. She approached her villa-style apartment door and then realized she was missing a package. She had expected a fun one to come in the mail today but it was marked "delivered" on the app and not there. She approached the next door over, where her tall and beefy Scottish sounding neighbor lived.

Patrick, in unit 12, was a single 30something year old man. He had worked as a bar manager in a local watering hole, and never was home at the same time as June due to her demanding healthcare day hours that always ran over, and he worked the evenings. She had caught herself looking at his biceps from afar numerous times. There were moments her front door cam had noted him looking at her door but always hesitating. She was unsure if he was interested in getting to know her.

Now, after a long time of short passing glances, her discreetly packaged item was missing, and she had to take the moment to consider it may have been mixed into his amazon deliveries. She breathed in outside his door, feeling tension for some reason, stood tall in her short frame with her white cami top and acid washed jean shorts and doc martens, and knocked.

The scent of sweat, cedar and sandalwood hit the air when he brusquely answered the door. It was his day off and he was fresh from the gym. His sweatpants were riding low and his hip dips were visible when he moved down to control his dog. His tank top was still somewhat damp with good smelling sweat. He still cut a nice figure. His pectorals were the size of her head on each side, and his biceps could kill. His longer shoulder length hair was unkempt but protected by a baseball cap. His beard was trimmed and maintained but present. His lips were plump and his face confused at the presence of June, looking into his place with her wavy auburn hair and tight Eva Longoria figure with curves, simple white top, and worn out denim. He asked "Hello neighbor, how can I help?"

• "You have my package possibly..?" June looked inside and tilted her head in the form of question
• "Do I?..." Patrick claimed. The front door camera had said otherwise.
• "You don't have a small brown padded packaging with a discreet label and a name that says June Williams on the corner of your counter?" Where she pointed, a packaging creeped.

Patrick replied, " I guess you will have to come in and see for yourself... maybe it was a day of the week instead of a month for the name?" He invited her in to his kitchen bartop where the mail was sitting.

June found it but lingered, looking at the bachelor pad. There was a mountain bike, dog crate and a large pillowy white cushioned sectional couch present. He stood there like a statue watching her movements and June reached for the packaging...It was underneath a lot of junk mail. "This is it...I guess that's all I need" June said brightly and then slightly dejectedly. Awkward tension approached.

"I guess so. " Patrick mumbled.

"You take a look at what it was?" June asked since the packaging seemed to be minorly ripped.

"That's illegal in the state, right? but I did take a few guesses." Patrick explained as the packaging was in a small box within this padded envelope.

June laughed and then he started to guess some things. He first guessed makeup products, but June is all natural and uses only foundation. More random and weird guesses (unicorn porn? a troll doll? rubber dolls with creepy eyes?) were shot down but quickly the conversation began to flow. He talked about how he usually goes to work but today he is off, but he always works out before to burn some anxiety off but today he didn't do enough. A man looking like clean cut Jason Momoa should never be scared or anxious is what June felt, but there's a first for everything. He was kind and cared about his dog. His hands were large but he had gentle skin on the palms, and his bachelor pad was clean. And eventually the conversation turned into bonding over the trash service men that never pick up the trash on time, offering of a drink, terrible traffic, caring for humans at work, and they ended up watching trashy television on the couch.

During a commercial break, he figured he trapped her long enough on accident, was going to tell her "thanks for stopping by" but she didn't let him get far. June grabbed his arm, he turned around, and they held eye contract. He hesitated and returned back down on the sofa. They sat and looked at each other as she watched his face, and he leaned over and pushed a strand from her face. The intense gaze they both had gave the green light to keep going. On the couch sitting, June pulled him closer and started to share a warm long kiss with Patrick. His tongue slowly enveloped hers and there was exchange of breaths, There was tension, as if he had wanted to do that forever. The package she brought remained on the coffee table next to them, no longer the cause for the long visit. She pulled him closer and started to pull off his shirt, and he pulled down the tiny straps on her cami in a rush while heading down to her breasts. He held both breasts in his hands and squeezed her nipples while her hands migrated to the bulge in his gym sweats. He wore nothing underneath the pants.

She put a hand on the bulge and freed his cock, and it bounced out as it if was released, firm as a weight in her hand, too long to fit and too thick to believe. The scent of his sweat and sex filled her nose. She held his cock and gave it a few tugs while they kept rolling back and forth kissing each other to oblivion.

June stuttered, stopped and took a deep breath, and stated what she was thinking "Whoa, this is hot, you have a huge cock and it's a lot to take in." She hitched her breath, and he paused, then quickly pulled her legs closer and placed her more supine on the couch on a cushion. "Good", he breathed. "you will take it step by step, beautiful." said Patrick, as he pulled her cami shirt down to her waist to free her breasts and then admired her sitting up while she lay down holding her breasts in shyness. He took a deep breath and started undoing her bottoms. She looked at him and helped him with the tough zipper, and he pulled the jean shprts off her curvaceous body. He left her white lacy underwear on and just moved it to the side. He squeezed her thighs in acceptance of their plush feel, spread her legs apart and then moved his face closer between her thighs, noticing the wet moisture forming on her underwear. She lay there, looking for ways to hide her body and lacey white thong but Patrick relished it and simple said "Beautiful, you are dripping" in admiration.

He pushed her underwear to the side, started to ease a finger in, then two. then three and moved rhythmically. He kept a thumb on her mound where her sensitive spots were and teased her lips. He moved his face up to make out with her, and June started to groan. She ended up taking his baseball hat off, freeing his hair, and motioning him closer. He moved up slightly and she felt a tease of his cock's length against her parts. His cock was freed from the sweats just barely and he was picking up some of her moisture. She pulled him closer and then rolled up to sit on his hips and grind against him with him seated instead, essentially spreading her moisture all over his shaft. He allowed this switch, loving the weight of her ass and thighs on his legs and her breasts in his face while she grinds him, landing on the soft sweats. She positioned the cock close to her opening but spoke, "I need to be filled with you right now and as full as possible, Patrick."

In a quick motion, she turned around, grabbed the package from his coffee table, and opened it. It was a round medium glass plug for the rear end. She asked for him to spit on it, and so he did. He then reached for proper lube and he leaned to reach it , as he had some on the end table for moments like this. He returned the plug to her but then gave it back to him. "Put it in my ass, now" Patrick, stunned, obliged, placing it in her while she leaned forward near his cock and he felt around for it. Then he reached around and placed it, covered in lube and his saliva. The plug had ridges and a base that kept it in place. Her white lacy thong underwear also kept it in place. There was a jewel at the end that made it look cute despite the dirtiness of it all. She hovered and rubbed on his cock, steadied it's length with her hands, and sat on the entire length in one slow movement with friction, tension and tightness. She got the entire length in her and then started to bounce up and down; he kept his hands on her breasts while they moved with her, and he groaned, "you are perfection like that, oh god" He embraced her and kissed her C-cup breasts as they came close by.

They both panted, and she kept eye contact with him trying not to lose her mind. The plug made everything tighter and she moaned as her body would tighten around it. Her breathes quickened and so did her contracting down there. He was scared she was going to spit out his length and accidentally end up at A&E with this plug somewhere deep, but she took all of his length over and over and over. She didn't ask for a condom and he didn't want to. She then read his mind, and told him "I want loads of hot cum all inside me"

As if on command, he started to grip her back and hold her closer as she came down with each pound, and he pulled her hair back a bit. She moved her head back, and as a release, she came. He stayed strong through it all, and stayed firm, and decided to let her cum all around him as he stayed strong. He wasn't ready for this to end. He steadied her as she fell apart and he pushed her down on the couch while she relaxed; he rolled over, pulled out still hard, and eventually carried her to the bed. On the bed, he hovered his cock over her mouth, getting sucked for a bit, and then moved forward to eat her out in 69. She tasted her own moisture on him, and he continued to devour her. She started to feel the spasms and warmth again, and he switched gears, pulled her up on all fours, went behind her, entered her from behind in doggy, and pounded as much as he could until he came. He pushed it into her 5 times with each time depositing more more cum and each time pulling her neck and hair up with her body stabilized. As he released and pulled out, some cum made it on the bedding and the butt plug stayed in place, with her entire ass reddened blush in erotic stimulation from his body's impact. She came twice and he came enough. The mirror closet door showed how satisfied they both looked as they both melted onto the bedding and drifted off into a snooze.