SPECIAL DELIVERY

Danielle set down her reading and got up to answer the front door. When she opened it, there was a special delivery courier with a small package in one hand and a clip board in the other. "Special delivery for a Miss D. Steele," he intoned boredly. "I'm Danielle Steele, but I didn't order anything," she replied quizzically. "Well, it's addressed to you, if you don't want it I'll just return it as undeliverable, it's your choice," he answered quickly. "Uh, no, that's all right, I'll take it," she rejoined, "where do I sign?" After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name, the young courier handed her the package and was off her porch and making tracks to his delivery van. Dani closed the door and returned to he den, where upon she sat down and inspected the package. It was cube shaped, about five or six inches square she figured, and there was no return address of any kind on the outside wrapper. She tore off the brown paper and opened the box finding inside a very pretty matching panty-bra set. It was obvious that they were made of pure silk and very expensive, and as she ran her fingers over the white frilly lingerie, and for some unknown reason she shivered from the contact of the smooth material on her skin. She poked around inside the box looking for a note or letter, but found none. "It must some sort of give away," she reasoned to herself, "a company sending out free samples or something," so she placed the undies aside and returned to her reading, not giving any of it a second thought.

The buzz of the alarm clock roused Dani to life and she dragged herself into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for work. Sitting down at her dressing table, she applied her makeup and gave her short haircut a couple of fast strokes with her brush. She glanced around to find some underwear, and noticed the set that had be mailed to her the day before, and after shrugging her shoulders as if to say why not, she slipped the panties on and tugged them up over her round ass and bulging pubic mound. "A perfect fit," she thought, while slipping her arms through the straps of the white silk bra. She adjusted her 36C tits in the soft cups and looked at her image in the mirror, and said aloud, "Well whoever sent me these things knew my size to a tee!!!" She pulled on a sweater and skirt and bounded out the door to her car. Her step had a lift to it that was almost noticeable, even she sensed that she felt more alive than she had in years! At thirty eight, Dani was anything but a wallflower, but she never really felt comfortable around men, and therefore didn't put herself in the position where she would have to spend any more time than was necessary with the opposite sex! Sometimes she felt a pang of desire in her heart, but it was quickly replaced by the sense that if she didn't get involved she wouldn't get hurt--either physically or mentally!

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