Adventures in door dashing Sex Stories Cool – Y2Stories.Com

I quit my job and decided to deliver stuff to pick up spending money and fill in time. It has been very interesting meeting people and having sex.

I had only been dashing for two weeks before I encountered a great sex hookup. Most people say to leave the order at the door. The app tells them that their food has arrived. Meanwhile I am off on another run.
But, one stop said to “Hand to me”.
I rang the bell…no answer. Knocked. No answer. Knocked on the window. No answer. Last attempt is text and call before I take her order back and leave. She answered the door.
“Oh my gosh, I didn’t hear you and the app says you aren’t here yet”.
“Well,” i reply. “I am standing on the porch.”
“Ok, hold on I’m coming”

Another 30 seconds and the door opens and a woman in her early 40s answers wearing a robe.
“Sorry, I was in the middle of something and just about to take a shower. ”
She had bruises on her face and seemed a little out of it.”
“Are you ok?” I asked. I was wondering if it was a domestic abuse situation.
“Yeah,” she answered. “I fell while shoveling snow the last storm. They gave me pain meds, and I’m not supposed to drive. That’s why you’re bringing me lunch. You’re so sweet. ”
She reached out and touched my cheek as she said that. However, her robe was being held closed by her arm, so when she did, the robe fell open revealing her naked body. It was a nice looking body too.
“Oh, sorry. ” she said covering up.
“No need to apologize. Best tip I’ve ever gotten.” I joked.
“You mean I could save money by just showing my boobs?” She laughed.
“Oh yeah”, I said. “With a body like that, I will bring you food any time”
She just looked at me for a second, then took her arm off her robe and let it open again. I looked at her.
“You mean that? ” she asked.
“You’re a beautiful woman. I would love to help you out while you recover. Just text me and I will bring you food.”

“Come inside. ” she said taking my hand.
I followed her inside her home. She stopped in the living room, dropped the robe off her shoulders and hugged me, pressing her breasts against me. Now, I am 60 years old and this woman is young enough to be my daughter. I certainly wasn’t going to object. I thought about the drugs she was on and how she probably wouldn’t be doing this without the pain killers. But, fuck it. I’m a horny guy. We kissed, caressed, had sex, showered, then I went back to work. I never gave her my number to text. I didn’t want her texting me all the time when the wife was around. I may go check on her some afternoon.
Meanwhile, I had lots of other stops. The interesting ones are at hotels. People are way different when staying in hotels. Like the guy with his daughter. They ordered lunch. I’ll tell about that next.