The Package I

Darcy looked up from what she’d been working on at her computer when the doorbell rang. It was late afternoon on a Saturday, and she’d been taking advantage of the hour or so of time she had alone to email her friend. She turned off the monitor in the kitchen and walked to the door, pausing to look at herself in the mirror and make sure she looked presentable. She brushed the stray lock of hair back with her fingers and aside from looking a little tired she decided it was good enough. She tugged at the drapes, looking out at the street where a big brown truck waited, motor running. The driver was sprinting up her porch steps, clutching a parcel. In his other hand he held the little scanner.
Darcy opened the door, smiling as the man looked up at her.
“Package for a Darcy.” He said, holding it out to her. His eyes wandered over her body, settling in at her knee, and then moving back up her thigh.
“I’m Darcy.” She said, noticing that he kept looking at her legs. She looked down to see what had gotten his attention.. She was wearing a very cute new skirt and it showed off a bit more of her legs than usual. She blushed, and then, ignoring the mans gaze, she took the tablet and signed her name.
“Have a nice day. And have fun with your new…” He blushed as he backed down the stairs, and then turned and practically ran to his truck. It lurched away from the curb and wound down the street. His behavior and his comment had her curiosity.
“I wonder what that was all about…?” She said out loud as she closed the door and carried the package to the kitchen table. She rubbed her hand over her bare arm, which had gotten chilled from opening the door. She put the box down and searched for a pair of scissors, and then took a closer look at the package. She hadn’t been expecting anything. It was non-descript, wrapped only in brown paper. The mailing label had only three capital letters for a return address, and then Darcy realized it didn’t even have an address on it. It simply said Darcy, no address, not even a date stamp anywhere.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she tore open the paper to reveal a plain white cardboard box. On the outside of it was a little sticky note, with the same three initials on it that the box bore. In a very masculine penmanship were a few words written in black ink.
“To: Darcy, From: Your secret admirer. Enjoy!”
Darcy shook her head, and then she opened the box. Something long and slender slid out into her hand, wrapped in tissue paper. She blushed as soon as she unwrapped it. It was shaped like a vibrator. She held it in her hand. It felt surprisingly heavy, and oddly warm. The entire length of it looked metallic and smooth, with no creases or indentations anywhere, not even a visible on-switch. She stroked her fingertip along it’s length, and swore she felt it stiffen and harden, swelling both in length and in girth. She was so startled she almost dropped it. And then she touched it again with her fingertip, watching the tip magically change shape from a long smooth cone to something more like the head of a cock. She picked it up again, curious as to whether it really was what she thought it was. Wrapped up in her fingers it felt like it was pulsing, and swelling. It was uncanny. She decided to pursue her curiosity further, and she held it up to her mouth and ran her tongue gently over the tip of it. In her hand the object stiffened and hardened, the head forming a becoming more pronounced, and emitting a soft pulsing vibration. Her mouth curled into a smile, and she licked it just under the head. It tasted smooth, like man-flesh. It pulsed harder, and warmed up.
“This is going to be interesting.” She said, holding it up and looking at it. “I wonder if I have a new playmate?
She took the vibrator in one hand and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She had about a half hour of her alone time left. She had a date with her new toy, and was finding her panties growing damp just imagining how much fun she was going to have… But then her panties were always a little bit damp thinking of that friend. She stretched herself out on the bed and slid her skirt up and slowly spread open her legs, revealing her tight purple blue satin panties beneath. A dark stain from her kitty was soaking through the fabric. Carefully she touched the tip of the vibrator to her panties. The tip slowly wiggled against the fabric, pushing the folds of her kitty open through the satin wall. She let out a long sigh as she closed her eyes and and savored the caress. It touched her again, this time feeling more like a gentle tongue, lapping at her moistly fragrant charms. She pulled in her legs and threw her head back on the pillow, as it moved expertly against her clit, making her clit pulsate and swell, each stroke of it was heaven. Her knee started to shake, and her breath got shallower. The vibrator was unlike anything she’d ever felt. It was moving slowly against her panties, warm and feeling very alive. She shuddered, as it’s tip pressing into her kitty lips pushed them further open and nestled in to the damp spot in her panties. It felt so good… her toes started to curl and she arched, feeling the tip press deeper, stroking her like her lover’s finger. She started to shake, each stroke building upon the last, making her want it more. She started moaning, sliding her legs out and arching up into the exquisite fire that was burning between her legs. With a sudden shudder and a cry, Darcy climaxed hard, just as the vibrator slid aside her panties and plunged into her moist kitty. The motion caught her completely by surprise and she pressed against it, eager for it to fill her. It slid into her pussy fully, before withdrawing and doing it again. As if it had a mind of its own it took her, seducing her and carrying her away, fucking her like an expert lover. She cried out again as a cascade of orgasms shook her, sending her over the edge. She gasped as she felt the vibrator stiffen and then it shuddered inside her, and then it went still. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, slowly withdrawing her new ‘friend’ and holding it up to look at it. It was smaller, and she watched as it slowly assumed it’s former shape, the one she’d seen when she’d first pulled it out of the box.
“Mmm.. that was wonderful.” She said to herself. “I’ll have to say that was completely unexpected. I’ll have to take you out again soon.”
The telephone rang… she picked it up on the first ring.
“Hello.” She said, still a little breathless.
“Hello Darcy, playing with your new toy?” It was him.