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Men had such strange thoughts some times.

And of course, she also wore her dainty white ankle socks, just the right touch she thought. The socks and shoes set of the rest of her body, contrasting just enough with her, well, her nudity, and she giggled again and thought she was being very artistic.

While working, she bent from the waist and spread her legs wide, her bottom was to the door. She thought she noticed something, a shadow coming through the small windows. She had decided to ignore it, when the doorbell rang. She stood up, somewhat surprised, turned and answered the bell. She realized, just as she pulled the door opened that she had hardly anything on and quickly stepped behind the door, peeking around the edge.

It was a young delivery boy, a black delivery boy, 18 years old she thought. He had delivered before so she recognized him. She asked what he wanted, she didn't remember ordering anything. The boy hesitated and Missy frowned. "What do you..."

"Special delivery, Mrs. Beamer." he interrupted, grinning shyly, and then roughly put his foot in the door, "and I can't wait!"

'Goodness,' thought Missy, he must be really busy! I had better let him in. She forgot about not being dressed, pulled the door open wide and invited him in.

His mouth dropped open as he stepped through the door. "Golly, Missus Beamer, you look really nice dressed that way," he said, ogling her jiggling breasts when she stepped aside to let him in.

"Oh my goodness", she said, quickly moving her hands and forearms to cover her pert little nipples, and perfect pussy! "How embarrassing, I completely forgot I wasn't dressed!"

"That's OK Missus Beamer, I don't mind."