3. Avery

Chapter 3

Avery

I was working on my newest masterpiece when a truck pulled up in front of my house. This wall piece was of a hot Daddy leaning over in a burlesque pose with a Santa coat hanging open and his red pants riding low. I was just about to bring the drawing in for glass chipping when there was a knock at my door.

It was him.

The hot driver who brought me packages at least a few times each week. I felt guilty for using the online stores that were making it harder and harder for small stores like mine to stay in business, but I couldn’t deny how convenient it was. And I got the pleasure of seeing him on the regular.

He didn’t usually ring the bell, but maybe I needed to sign for something.

I was slightly annoyed that the one-piece pajamas I was wearing did nothing to hide my growing erection and was a whole lot more embarrassed that he was seeing me like that.

Too bad. He probably saw much stranger things than grown men walking around in the privacy of their own homes in footies. I pulled back my shoulders and summoned as much dignity as I could muster before I opened the door.

My breath rushed out as my jaw practically hit the floor. I always forgot how gorgeous he was. We hadn’t talked much, but damn, he was delish. A delish Daddy. And that Santa hat! I almost climbed into his lap and asked for my wish to come true right there on my porch, but I gathered up my courage and held my head up high. “Hello.”

Those muscular arms bulged under his black Henley as he held out a stack of packages to me. "Hi there. You must be Avery. I've got a delivery for you."

“Yeah, thanks.” I grabbed the top two boxes and put them inside in the house before reaching for the others. Our fingers brushed ever so slightly, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I cleared my throat and glanced at him over the packages. "You look...festive."

He smiled, revealing a pearly white grin. "Thanks. I try." The sexy man winked and then tugged on the ball at the end of his Santa hat. "Well, I better get going. Got more deliveries to make for good boys and girls."

What did he just say? Good boys and girls? Did he know? Was he teasing me because of my jammies or was it just a casual reference to his Santa persona?

"Right, of course." I nodded and watched him walk away, hoping to catch one more glimpse of those arms that rippled and flexed every time he moved.

Could that Santa bring me himself for Christmas?

I quickly wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and tried to look away, but my eyes didn’t stop lingering on his retreating form, eagerly drinking in the vision of his perfectly sculpted backside. A part of me longed to shout out and invite him in for some hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies. But I would never do that. Putting myself out there in such a vulnerable way was too scary.

If he didn’t approach me, we would never speak again.

I just stood there in my doorway, staring like an idiot, not at all concerned with all the packages he’d delivered for me. The supplies I’d ordered weren’t important. I needed to sketch all the new ideas for designs. Maybe I’d do a hot delivery driver series with those chiseled muscles as the star of each piece.

I sighed wistfully as he got into his truck and drove away, disappearing from view. That guy never failed to get my creative juices flowing, both for my artwork and...my other interests. Maybe someday I'd work up the courage to flirt back with him, but for now, I'd have to admire him from afar and channel that inspiration into my craft. And my fantasies.

I went straight to work, spending a few more hours on concepts before finally stepping away from my work table for the night. It would all be there for me tomorrow.

After quickly sorting through the packages, I put the work-related supplies where those belonged and took my special package to the playroom. That’s where all my Little things were stored. My most precious things. And even though it was silly to put on a diaper when I was by myself, it was my favorite way to get off. And after my encounter with the Delish Daddy Santa, I really needed some diaper time.

The soft cotton always made me feel extra good.

I couldn't stop thinking about the sexy Santa as I prepared a warm bottle of milk and then went to my bedroom. The image of the hot delivery driver's smirk lingered relentlessly in my mind. My heart raced a little faster with each step I took, and by the time I reached my room, my cock was already half-hard, throbbing in anticipation.

He was everything I ever wanted in a Daddy, and it was fun to pretend he'd be mine some day.

I closed the door behind me even though no one would ever come into my home and quickly got undressed. I’d run out of diapers from Little Dreams, so his delivery came just in time. I'd tried finding a local store that sold them, but Seattle had the closest retailer, and that was too far to drive on a regular basis. Besides, I was too embarrassed to go in person by myself.

Carefully, I lay on my bed and fastened the diaper around my hips. The thick cotton always made my dick hard and my cheeks flushed with excitement. It was probably wrong to fantasize about the delivery driver like that, but I couldn't help it. He would make the perfect Daddy for me.

Ready to get to it, I grabbed my bottle and climbed into bed wearing nothing but the diaper. The plush, soft mattress enveloped me as I settled on my tummy, the diaper crinkling with my every movement. I took a long draw from the bottle, allowing the warmth of the milk to soothe my mind and get me into the mindset of being bedtime Little.

As the milk hit my belly, I gently rocked from side to side, making it slosh around. That sensation always made my cock harder. Slowly, I ground my hips against the mattress, loving how the bulk of the diaper provided just enough friction to send shivers down my spine. I imagined it was the delivery driver's hand, guiding me to move the way he wanted, teaching me how to be a good little boy for him.

In my mind, I saw him leaning over me with one of his strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as he spanked my bottom with the other hand. "That's right, baby boy." His deep voice would make every hair on my body stand up, ready to follow his every command. "Take it like the good little boy you are."

The thought of being under his control, being his perfect little subby boy, sent me over the edge. There was already precome pooling in the diaper, making me sticky and wet. And that dirty behavior made me even more excited. Soon, the first load of come shot out, soiling the diaper as I moaned into my pillow. The heat of my climax spread through me, and I could feel the evidence of my release spreading through the diaper and fully enveloping my cock.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good for you.” Slowly, my breathing returned to normal as I lay there and finished my bottle. It was all pretend, but I still felt a sense of security and stability knowing there was a delish Santa Daddy out there.

As I swallowed the last drops of milk, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a Daddy feeding me in his arms someday.