Unexpected

The Grind seemed like it had been going on forever tonight. It was one of those nights where you were busy from the time you clocked in until the moment the store was closed. Fred was tired, he should have gone home an hour ago, but they were busy. "Just one more set of deliveries", his manager told him. That had been an hour and a half ago. Fred was still at it.
He read the address. Yep, he was in the right place. As tired as he was, Fred had to double and triple check to make sure. This late you just didn't want to knock on the wrong door.
Up the stairs, check the ticket, knock on the door, wait. It was a standard routine for Fred, one he did regularly. The door opened. A girl answered the door, "Oh, pizza. It must be for my roommate, hang on." The voice was hauntingly familiar. Fred knew that voice very well. He had heard it for a year or more at work, and many more times in his fantasies. It was Bailey. But he hadn't gotten a good look at her face, so he waited. Of course, he was going to have to wait anyway for the money.
Bailey. Fred hadn't seen her in two years. Not since he quit his last job. She had moved back west then. Bailey. Fred had a crush on her from the first day he met her. She was smart and witty and kind-hearted. But they had worked together and there was an age difference that Fred thought was insurmountable. That didn't lessen his fondness for her.
The woman  came to the door again, for Fred didn't feel right calling this attractive person of his past a girl anymore. She had grown into the woman that he first met, the one that attracted him in the first place. Bailey spoke, "That must be for downstairs, we didn't order pizza." Stepping out and closing the door, she continued, "Here, let me show you where it's going." Bailey didn't recognize Fred.
As Bailey led the way back down the steps, Fred spoke to her, "So, how have you been Bailey?" She froze and then spun back to look at the man standing above her. This time the light was right and she could make his features. "FRED!!!" she squealed and rushed to him, embracing him with a giant hug. "Oh my god, how have you been?"
As they continued down the stairs and to the correct door, the two chatted - catching up on how the other was doing. Soon enough, Fred had delivered the pizza and it was time to be on his way. "Goodbye," he told Bailey with regret in his voice. Bailey gave a little pouty face and then gave him a quick hug. "Do you still have my number?" Fred asked. Bailey nodded. "Give me a holler later."
And Fred went about his way. Back on the road, next delivery, and then another and another until it was time to close the doors and clean up and go home. As Fred was counting out his money, he got a text message. It was from Bailey.
"Sorry to text so late, but I was wondering if you were up" -B
"Of course, just finishing up work" -F
"Oh ok, good. I'm glad I got to see you tonight." -B
"Me, Too. I'm glad I knocked on the wrong door. It was great seeing you."  -F
"Yeah, I can't believe how random that was. But it got me to thinking about you....." -B
"Ohhhh?" -F
"Yeah, what are you doing after you leave work? Do you want to have a drink?" -B
Fred was sitting in his car, getting ready to head home and walk his dog and go to sleep. He had ten days of doubles coming up. But this was the girl from his fantasies asking him to go have a drink with her. How could he turn her down?
"Yes, that sounds great. Do you want to meet somewhere, have me pick you up???? I have to walk my dog first, but that won't take long." -F
"How about we meet at your place? Send me the address and I should be there after you finish your walk. I'll bike over." -B
This was not the reply he expected. This was not the girl he remembered.
With a few swypes of the finger, the rendezvous was set up. Fred hurried home so that he could get his dog walked before she showed up.

As Fred finished his walk, he saw someone sitting on his front porch. It was Bailey. She greeted his dog like everyone else, gushing over how cute he was. Small talk followed and everyone moved inside. Bailey had brought some Jameson over and soon a few shots had been taken and talk began flowing.
Having been a long night, Fred really needed to go to the bathroom. Excusing himself, he went to the bathroom. Feeling relieved, Fred soon was exiting the bathroom and heading back downstairs. But as he walked out of the bathroom, he heard someone whisper his name from his room. Turning around, he saw that a light was on in his room. Pushing aside the curtain, Fred found himself living a dream.
There on his bed, naked was Bailey. She lay there, legs slightly parted, perk breasts moving up and down slowly with her breathing, her hair spread out around her. Fred stood in the doorway, frozen. This couldn't be real, it had to be a dream.
Bailey lifted herself into a seated position and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him into the room. Fred felt his body move involuntary. He no longer had control over what was going on. As he started to get on the bed next to her, Bailey stopped him and slowly unzipped his pants. Fred's hard erection sprang free. A slight smile appeared on her face and without uttering a word, she slid his length into her eager waiting mouth. It felt so good, Fred felt his knees get a little weak. Slowly, she pulled it back out of her throat until just his head was in her mouth. Then sucking as hard as she could, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, it made a sucking sound once freed.
Bailey's voice came throaty and low, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." Fred was quick to comply. Stripping his clothes off, Fred hastily laid down on the bed. Bailey leaned over and nuzzled his erect cock with her lips, nibbling at the head. Fred was in heaven. She took him back into her mouth sucking him and licking him until he could finally control it no more and came deep in her throat. Bailey sucked it all down until there was nothing left coming out.
Sitting up and facing Fred, Bailey positioned herself over his still erect penis.  Slowly, teasing him, she lowered herself onto his cock until he was pushing past her lips and into her. Down and down she went, centimeter after slow centimeter, until he was completely in her. The feeling was extraordinary. Fred was so glad that he had just came so that he could enjoy this as long as he could. He wasn't sure what he had done to make Karma reward him like this, but Fred was going to savor it.
Rocking back and forth, grinding her clit into his pelvis, Bailey started pulling her pussy further and further up Fred's cock until she was gliding the whole length. Fred instinctively slid his hands to her hips to help her with the strokes. Her breasts bobbed up and down, full and firm. The breasts of a 21 year old. Bailey couldn't take it for long, and soon was collapsing on Fred's chest, panting and sweating and shaking with her orgasm. Fred was far from through. He gently rolled her unto his side and then her back. Following her over with this rolling motion, Fred was quickly on top. Before Bailey knew what was going on, Fred had positioned himself before her pussy and was pushing in. With one deep swift stroke, Fred pushed himself all the way into her. Bailey's pussy tightened hard, pulling him in deeper and she came again. Satisfied she was in the euphoric state that he was seeking, Fred started pounding Bailey as hard as he could, sliding deeper and deeper into her soaked pussy. Bailey came over and over and over, moaning loudly, calling out his name in pleasure.
But Fred was no god, and in due time reached the end of his stamina and blew his load deep into Bailey. Spent, he pulled out and lay down beside her. Bailey rolled to her side to allow Fred to spoon with her. Fred's penis was still hard and erect, so Bailey lifted her leg slightly and pushed his cock back into her. Feeling full, she snuggled tight up against him and soon was drifting to sleep. Spent and satisfied, Fred soon did the same.

The blaring of the alarm woke Fred. It was time to get ready for a long day at work. Opening his eyes and remembering the night before, Fred looked around. Bailey was no where to be seen. He got up and got dressed and then went through the house, with no one there but his dog. Wondering if he had dreamed the whole thing, Fred got his dog ready for their morning walk. As he was leaving the house, his phone buzzed, he had a text message.
"You were so fantastic last night, I am so glad you knocked on the wrong door. I had class and had to run. Text me later."
It wasn't a dream.....