How to invite a delivery man in?

you answer the door in nothing but a tshirt with a cute little smile and invite him in... thats all it will take. It is no more complicated than that. Unless he just doesnt like girls. 🤷
I had a job cleaning carpets in home. I had one woman so excited at how good a job I did that she called her husband at work. She snuck off to the corner to speak to him. After a minute she came back to tell me her husband said she could suck my cock as a reward/tip if I would let her video it so they could watch it together later that night. Pants were around my ankles in a flash. After I came she stood up and kissed me with a mouthful of my cum. I loved that job
 
I am a young woman and I have a fantasy about having an encounter with a delivery man. The problem is two fold:

1. How would I even ask? Is it completely inappropriate or rude to ask? How likely would they even say yes?

2. How would I stay safe? Not sure how to ensure a complete stranger would not hurt me.

Am I delusional thinking this could happen irl?
I was that worker once, they're the install windows in the woman showed up in a bathrobe talking about how her back hurt and then one more thing led to another it was awesome
 
A female friend lived in the sticks and was always getting lots of deliveries. One guy said he thought he recognised her from a photo on a website, due to her unusual colour of hair. It was a swingers website. After the initial shock, she admitted it was her, but nothing else happened that day.

A few days later he got in touch through the site and they got chatting. He let it be known that he found her attractive and would love to give her more than a parcel.

A few days later he came to deliver a parcel. She had been informed of when the delivery would be and was ready for him.

So she invited him in for a coffee, but they never even got that far.

It became a regular thing. He would drop off a package or parcel. Fuck her and leave.

So it does happen.
 
Opening the door in just a towel.
Years ago I worked as a rural delivery postman. It was a college town and there were a couple of large houses on my route that had been converted to apartments, inhabited mostly by students. I remember once time (not the only!) when I had a package for this girl who was astonishingly beautiful, and the package had to be signed for. She answered the door wrapped only in a towel, and she was having trouble keeping the towel up. So there we were, in the open doorway that faced the road. Between us, a large package, a clipboard, a pen, and a falling-down towel.
Like a gentleman, I held the package under one arm and offered to hold the clipboard for her, while she held the pen in one hand and held the towel in place with the other. It would have been so much simpler if I'd offered to hold the towel instead...! Kicked myself for the rest of the day.
 
I am a young woman and I have a fantasy about having an encounter with a delivery man. The problem is two fold:

1. How would I even ask? Is it completely inappropriate or rude to ask? How likely would they even say yes?

2. How would I stay safe? Not sure how to ensure a complete stranger would not hurt me.

Am I delusional thinking this could happen irl?
Not delusional. It does happen. As far as safety is concerned: the guy's going to be putting his job at risk as it is. I think it's unlikely he'd do anything to increase that risk. So, nothing in sex is ever 100% safe, but I think this would be vastly safer than a random stranger.

As has been said, if it's UPS or FedEx or even the mail, they are very closely monitored and would probably have to decline on account of time. But they might offer to come back later. If it's mainly the idea of the thing and not a specific person, you'll have much better luck with a repair-type person.
How would I even ask? Is it completely inappropriate or rude to ask?
Not rude. Most people would be flattered. But not everyone has the chutzpah to just come out and ask. Scanty clothing, or better yet, as above, wrapped in a hasty towel, would be an easier and quite natural way to strongly hint.
 
You plan it out and the day you decide to do it, you get some greasy adolescent nightmare covered in a spotty infestation because he's not washed his hair for a month. It turns you off and the next day Bard Pitt delivers your milk to see you dressed like a horror movie. He runs away screaming. That's life.
 
A woman friend of my wife, she was married, and had some electrical work done at her home...and she liked him and screwed him and that ended her marriage.
 
I am a young woman and I have a fantasy about having an encounter with a delivery man. The problem is two fold:

1. How would I even ask? Is it completely inappropriate or rude to ask? How likely would they even say yes?

2. How would I stay safe? Not sure how to ensure a complete stranger would not hurt me.

Am I delusional thinking this could happen irl?
1. I would suggest it is inappropriate and rude, however, I wouldn't say it's sufficiently so as to dissuade you.

Speaking as someone who used to do food deliveries as a job-

I think people believe I was supposed to be flattered by the offer enough that they can then skip out on paying me for my time, meaning, leave no tip.

Listen, if I said, yes, I would immediately get fired for being late coming back. Sex is great but I need to eat and pay rent.

Secondly, see above, I need to eat and pay rent, you hired me to do a task for you, I can't pay for food or rent with "thanks" or, "hey a few weeks back I got laid!"

Look the fantasy is very nice, and I wouldn't mind someone's number or an invite to come back later, after my shift, and I can, you know, shower and clean up, because work uniforms get nasty. I have to take out garbage, do dishes, I get flecks of food particles on me, it's hot and sweaty, I'm sorry I don't feel sexy right now.

I get it, you could be accommodating and let me use your shower, I just... I need to pay bills here.

I will be polite and say thank you but I have to get back to work and that isn't me turning you down, it's me being a literal wage slave and my ass belongs to my corporate masters or I become homeless.

It's also the fact that there's a power dynamic at work here that I didn't agree to and don't think is remotely sexy- I have to treat you like a customer even if you step out of line, I have to be polite to you. Even if you do something very inappropriate or offensive or say something insulting, I have to pretend like I'm very cheerful.

I would prefer whenever we interact, we are equals.

So, please pay me for my time, and if you really are interested in me and not the fantasy, hand me your phone number or tell me to come back and knock on the door after my shift. Ask me when it ends.

If I am single, because, no promises that I am, and interested, because, no promises that I am, maybe I call or knock- but I have to get back to work.

I don't have a choice. Maybe 1 in 100 delivery drivers are financially comfortable enough to randomly quit their job on the spot, chances are, if they're working deliveries, they can't. They basically earn less than minimum wage almost every hour they work, because, they have to pay for a commercial driver's car insurance, gasoline, oil changes, tires, rotations, other maintenance, we generally drive busted down hand me down vehicles around 10 years old or more, because that's all we can afford up front, and they tend to break down really fast.

We earn less than minimum wage whenever we're on the road, we're supposed to make up the rest in tips, not your fault, but when we don't, please look at the wikipedia article on wage theft.

In the USA, wage theft is the single largest property crime by FAR, and it costs more than all the other kinds combined, fraud, larceny, robbery, theft, my employer lies to the government about the tips I earn so they NEVER pay the legally required minimum wage when you don't tip.

So if you don't tip, and I get it, tipping as a custom is bullshit, I hate that there's laws giving employers the right to pay us less than minimum wage, I didn't invent the tipping culture or the laws, I can't eat if you don't tip. i can't even afford the pizzas at the place I deliver for. They do not give out free ones to workers, even when people don't come to pick up their order, or there's mistake pizzas, or leftovers at the end of the night, they "donate" that stuff for tax purposes and no poor person ever sees that food or eats it. It's all a big scam.

Look, when you see me, I've been working 50+ hours a week, I have no savings, I have no money, my car breaking down means I'm out of a job and a home. I live in a shitty apartment, I feel horrible about myself, sex is a beautiful fantasy, but it's also.... I can't even afford to take you out on dates. I am tired, I'm wearing a disgusting uniform that doesn't breathe or stretch or move, and I am relying on you to make up for systemic wage theft committed against me, by you tipping.

Most customers have decided tipping is optional, so I have to quit soon. (I did, over 10 years ago- I literally don't earn minimum wage, so I have to find work that pays better, since customers don't tip)

So, when I arrive at your door, I am a frothing mixture of tired, depressed, full of rage, anxiety.... I am also not clean. Sex and comfort would be great, you're catching me at the exact worst time to offer it, when I absolutely HAVE to say no.

You're not going to catch me when my employer fires me.

No one is going to pay my bills but me.

This fantasy will work, sometimes, and for every person it doesn't work on, you're stressing out the delivery person in an already unfair and maximum stress situation.

My job, I deal with racists, hoarders, cat ladies whose apartments are full of pee, nudists and I'm not talking about the sexy kind, smelly people, loud abusive people who hit their kids in front of me, or scream at them and verbally abuse them and I can't even call the police and report a crime. I deal with people who decided that tipping is bullshit and the way to show how bad they hate tipping is to simply not tip.

That won't change crap, my employer doesn't care if I'm poorer, they love it. If I quit, someone else truly desperate will get hired.

In the meantime, your pizzas will be colder and later. That's all, they really don't care, they don't. Every pizza place suffers the same thing, so it's not like you can simply dial up a competitor and get better service, because you won't tip them, either.

In short, TLDR, the fantasy is nice for you, but the reality is horrible and nightmarish, and ultimately, a tease at most, and a reminder that I am a wage slave who actually can't say yes or I become homeless, in the United States of all places, where the social help system is being gutted by Republicans and won't even cover you for six months. You're just going to end up without money or a place to stay, and then, good luck getting a new job, when you don't have an address, or a place to sleep, or a place to wash your own clothes.

In the cold, the ice, the snow.

Sexy? Not really. You might find one in a thousand who can say yes and it's a bad idea, but like... you'd get more yesses if you offered to shit in strangers' mouths, because they are at least free to say yes when interested.

So it's not a realistic fantasy.

Best bet- pay them for their time, because fuck me, I'm going to be pissed off if you don't, and I don't want to fuck someone I am peeved at. Not my thing.

Then, as part of their tip, hand them your phone number or an invite to come back after work. Be sexy, wink.

I might still think you're fucking with me, to be frank. You might even have to tell me you're being serious, or you will miss out.

I can wear a fresh clean uniform after I've gone home and showered, if you really want to live the fantasy.

I just.... not right when I'm working. please. My ass is owned by a broken, criminal capitalist system. You're taking advantage of the lower class if you don't really listen to this and treat the person with immense empathy and respect.
 
2. Tell a close, trusted friend, even visibly be on the phone with them and let them know. The person has a name tag and you know where they work. A person who sees that you know their name and employer and that you've phoned a friend about being together that night, would be incredibly idiotic to hurt you.

But you are inviting a stranger in for sex, that is an inherently dangerous activity whether it's a delivery person or not.

But listen, the person would have to be a one in a million incredibly stupid incredibly vicious psychopath for you to really be in danger.

You know their name and employer, basically, that means the police know where this person lives. They hurt you, they're going to fuck me in the ass federal prison.

It's about as safe as a stranger can be. But yeah, you're still not really safe, it is a total stranger. But you wanted this fantasy, so. Just be aware, any other stranger would be far more dangerous than a delivery driver. We're responsible enough.
 
I'd like to bump this thread with a MM perspective (or MQ, to be more precise)

I live in a very rural area, and the UPS delivery center is in a town more than an hour south of me, and my driver goes at least another hour north of me. I know all the corporate reasons it's a bad idea (Although he did tell me once that being out where we are, he can turn his scanner off anytime he wants, and if anyone asks, he just tells them he was in a dead spot. I didn't think much about it at the time, but I've been wondering ever since just why he told me that.)

Anyway, this guy is super-freindly to me. I know he’s a family man; he's mentioned his wife on at least one occasion, and he showed me a photo of his daughter, and so forth. But he’s so friendly. And one time I actually answered the door naked. There was no conscious intent— the bathroom is unfortunately directly facing the outer door, and I was just about to hop into the shower, and I got flustered when I heard the knock on the door. I just opened the bathroom door, and there he was.

I apologized the next time he came by, but he just shrugged it off and said ā€œIf you could see some of the guys up the river, how they come to the door, with their belly hanging down overā€¦ā€ I laughed with him. It didn’t even occur to me till later that maybe he was complimenting me. I mean I’m over 70, and I don’’t think of myself as being in great shape. But if he’d just give me some signal, I’d drop to my knees in a heartbeat, right there at the door. Or if I knew how to give him a signal, without antagonizing him… I mean, when is friendly just friendlly, and when is it something more…?
 
if I knew how to give him a signal, without antagonizing him… I mean, when is friendly just friendlly, and when is it something more…?
I imagine you have probably seen this? If not, you're welcome

The thread is titled "spotting male cocksuckers" but the content of the particular post is about signaling availability so the other guy spots you - without antagonizing:

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/spotting-male-cocksuckers.1586087/post-101840764
 
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