Naughty Mail Delivery: Whose Package Is This?

I looked down at the two packages sitting on the front porch.

Two almost identical boxes, both with smeared ink across the address label.  The only thing I could see on either package was the delivery address, which was correct.  My apartment building.  The building I shared with nine other neighbors.  I was expecting a naughty mail delivery.  But it looked like one of my neighbors was expecting something as well.

I stood at the front door with both packages in my hand.  It was pouring rain.  Obviously, that explained the smudged names on the label.  But they both were the same size and the same weight.  And when I shook them, it almost sounded identical.  Since I wasn’t going to make any decisions standing out in the rain, I brought both boxes up to my apartment and set them on the table.  The odds were crazy, right?  There’s no way another neighbor would have ordered a sex toy like mine.  Especially from the very same place.

I shook the boxes again.  Both felt exactly the same.  I’d been coveting a new vibrator from an adult shop for weeks.  Honestly, the only thing holding me up from clicking the buy button was which color I wanted.  My pussy said go with black because big black cocks are the best.  But my brain reminded me I am definitely a girly girl, so I went with pink.

I weighed my options.  I’d been tracking this naughty mail delivery for four days now.  I was desperate to use my new toy.  I didn’t want to open another neighbor’s mail.  But I didn’t want to wait a second longer!

What to do, what to do.

Ever since my forbidden love affair with my boss had been put on hold, I’ve been so incredibly horny.  I took for granted how amazing it was to get fucked every day at work.  Once that was taken away from me because of my boss’ prying wife, I’ve been going crazy.  I even called out of work today because I knew my naughty mail delivery would be coming.  And then I’d be cumming shortly after!

Fuck it, I thought to myself and grabbed a kitchen knife.  “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” I whispered, choosing the package on the right.  Then I cut it open.  I dug through the tissue paper and caught sight of the vibrator I’d been waiting for.  Except it was black, not pink.  Had the company gotten it wrong? Or…

I looked over at the other box.  Was my pink vibrator in that box?  Biting my lower lip, I contemplated my choice.  The vibrator in my hand was literally the one I ordered, just in the wrong color.  But what if another neighbor didn’t have a naughty mail delivery and I commit a federal offense by opening their mail?  I’m way too pretty for jail.  And I’m 99.9% sure they don’t let you bring sex toys with you.

My pussy was aching, desperate for my new toy.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  The company must have made a mistake, but I was fine with the black dick.  Maybe I’d clicked the wrong color.  Either way, I need to masturbate.  And I wasn’t waiting another second being a naughty mail delivery detective.  I pulled my panties off and turned the vibrator on, pressing it against my clit before rubbing it between my pussy lips.  I was moaning, so close to cumming, when there was a knock on the door.

Instantly, I knew it was someone looking for their naughty mail delivery.

Slipping the toy from my pussy, I slid my panties back on.  I had to give it to whichever neighbor this was – they were incredibly bold knocking on doors looking for their naughty mail delivery.  I tied my robe and opened the door.

Who was this hot girl?  I thought I knew every neighbor, but I didn’t recognize the sexy redhead in front of me.  I was so distracted by her gorgeous tits, I didn’t notice the box in her hand.

“Hi,” she began, “I don’t mean to bother you, but it looks like your package was left at my door.”  She held out the naughty mail delivery with my name clear as day on the label.  “And the doorbell camera shows that you might have accidentally grabbed mine?”

Before she said anything more, I ripped open my box.  There was my pink vibrator!  But if the black vibrator was hers and this one was mine, who had the third package?  Was there another neighbor waiting for a naughty mail delivery?  I sheepishly held out the black vibrator, clearly used and covered in my pussy juice.

“Another naughty girl in the building, I love it!” she exclaimed.  “But that’s not mine.  Naughty confession: I ordered a strap-on.  My boyfriend loves getting pegged!”

Her eyes moved to the unopened naughty mail delivery on the table.  “I bet that’s mine,” she said as she grabbed it and ripped the tape off.  Sure enough, there was a strap-on in the box, about the size as my vibrator.  I guess that’s why it felt the same in the box.  “So who is our other naughty neighbor?” she asked.  “And do they need our help with that toy?”

Who was waiting for their big black dildo?  Is it you?

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