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10-28-2008, 10:50 AM
I noticed something recently that I have never seen before. In all my years of living in different places, this is the first time that I have ever had a hot mail carrier. I knew she was different because when I moved into my house it was an older man who delivered my mail. So I decided to ask her about it. However, I did have an ulterior motive. I wanted to see if she was as hot close up as I thought she was when I saw her walking up the street as I was driving away.
“Hey there, my name is Al.”
“I kind of gathered that from delivering your mail,” she responded sarcastically and then shot me a cute smile.
I was right. This mail carrier is smokin’ hot. She is the all-american girl: blonde hair, blue eyes, cheerleader type body, and best yet, an ass that is to die for.
“What happened to Lamar?”
“Believe it or not, he retired. I am on this route temporarily until they find someone else to take it over. But after doing it for three weeks, I think that I am going to push for it. It is so much better than my other route. It has way too many dogs.”
“You mean that you have been delivering my mail for three weeks and this is the first time that I have noticed you.”
“Usually, I deliver it earlier but the last week has been crazy so I have been getting out on my route a little later than I would like to.”
“Well, I am not complaining. Tell me the time and I will be out here to greet you everyday.”
“What would your wife think of that?” Again, she shot me another smile.
“I think that we are going to be great friends. I love your humor.”
“Really, most people can’t take it. They can’t tell when I am joking and when I am serious.”
“I think that’s what makes your humor great. You seem like you like to push people’s buttons just a little bit.”
“Oh, so now you think you know me after a five minute conversation.” This time she did not smile. But I cracked up laughing. Then she broke the tough exterior that she was trying to portray and revealed a very cute and sexy smirk.
“Hey, nice to meet you Al but I have to get going.”
“I’ll see you later.”
As the days went on, we did develop a good friendship. For some reason, I would just happen to be outside when she would come by. I guess it just worked out that way, wink, wink. A few days later, we had the following conversation.
“Hey Al, I need to ask you a quick question.”
“Yeah, shoot.”
“Today is my 5th wedding anniversary and I was trying to think of something good to give to my husband. You’re a man, what would you suggest?”
“Putting myself in your husband’s shoes and if I were him, I would want you to greet me in lingerie and have you seduce me and make love all night long.”
“Wow, are you speaking for him or for yourself?”
“Both. You asked and I was giving you my honest opinion. I think that it would be a great gift. Let me know how it goes.”
I got busy and so I did not see Steph for a few days. It was not until the following Tuesday that I saw her.
“Hey Steph, how did your anniversary go?”
Immediately, her eyes started to water up.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my backyard because I did not want anyone to see her that way.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, my husband and I have been arguing since last week.”
“What, why?”
“I waited until 9:00 for him to come home. I had this cute sheer, white teddy on. I lit candles and had Diana Krall playing because we both love her music.”
“Sounds good, so what happened.”
“He never came home. He called me at 10:00 saying that he was stuck at work. My husband is a lawyer and he does have a big case that he is working on. But you would think that he would not put it ahead of such an important night.”
“I would never do that to my wife. Nothing is more important that her.”
“Really, she is a lucky woman. Now, I am wishing that I was her.”
She broke out into tears again. I ran into the house and grabbed a Kleenex. I gave it to her for her to blow her nose and wipe her face. I could tell that she needed to be comforted so I did something I have not done since I was married. I hugged another woman who was not my wife or family. There were certain rules that I had set up to keep from having an affair and I was now breaking one of them. But, she was so sad and I knew that she needed someone to hold her.
“Thank you Al. It feels so good to be held. My husband has not held me in so long.”
Before I knew it, she lifted up her head and kissed me. It was just a peck but it was enough to get a reaction from my body. I believe that she felt it because she lifted up her head and kissed me again. This time, it was much more intimate.
She reached her hand down and begin rubbing my cock which caused me to grow even harder. Then she wrapped both of her arms around me and kissed me more intimately. As she kissed me, she began to grind against me.
“Al, I don’t have a lot of time because I need to go back on my route. Will you make love to me? I just need to know that someone cares.”
I laid her on my son’s slide, pulled her pants and panties down. I opened up my zipper, pulled out my cock, and entered her.
“MMMMM Al, that feels so good.”
I worked all of my cock into her and began to fuck her for all she was worth.
“That’s it Al. Make me cum. I want to cum. Make me feel good.”
As I fucked her passionately, I licked my forefinger and began to massage her clit. She started to writhe underneath me. I could tell by the way she was moving that she was going to cum soon.
I changed my angle so that I could go deeper.
“Oh yes. Give me that dick.”
At this point, I was working up a sweat as I pounded her even harder.
“I am cumming Al. I am cumming.”
With that, I relaxed the head of my cock and continued to pound her. Within minutes, I felt my balls release and I shot all that I had into her.
In minutes we were both dressed and she was off to her out.
“Thank you so much Al. I needed that.”
A few days later, I found out that she did not get my route and that they were moving her back to her old one. It was a moment that I would never forget.
The next day after I found out about her not getting our route, I received a phone call.
“Hey Al. This is Hathal.”
She is our neighbor who shares our back wall with us. She is a petite Indian girl with a cute face and a brat for a daughter.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t want my husband to hear me.”
“Is this about the Halloween party? I don’t think I can make.”
“I got the message. You are going to make it but I don’t care about the party.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard you in your backyard two weeks ago. I have been thinking about this since then. I want you to do to me what you did to that woman in your backyard or I will tell your wife what I know.”
I would love to hear from ladies about my story. What did you think and how would you like it to continue?
“Hey there, my name is Al.”
“I kind of gathered that from delivering your mail,” she responded sarcastically and then shot me a cute smile.
I was right. This mail carrier is smokin’ hot. She is the all-american girl: blonde hair, blue eyes, cheerleader type body, and best yet, an ass that is to die for.
“What happened to Lamar?”
“Believe it or not, he retired. I am on this route temporarily until they find someone else to take it over. But after doing it for three weeks, I think that I am going to push for it. It is so much better than my other route. It has way too many dogs.”
“You mean that you have been delivering my mail for three weeks and this is the first time that I have noticed you.”
“Usually, I deliver it earlier but the last week has been crazy so I have been getting out on my route a little later than I would like to.”
“Well, I am not complaining. Tell me the time and I will be out here to greet you everyday.”
“What would your wife think of that?” Again, she shot me another smile.
“I think that we are going to be great friends. I love your humor.”
“Really, most people can’t take it. They can’t tell when I am joking and when I am serious.”
“I think that’s what makes your humor great. You seem like you like to push people’s buttons just a little bit.”
“Oh, so now you think you know me after a five minute conversation.” This time she did not smile. But I cracked up laughing. Then she broke the tough exterior that she was trying to portray and revealed a very cute and sexy smirk.
“Hey, nice to meet you Al but I have to get going.”
“I’ll see you later.”
As the days went on, we did develop a good friendship. For some reason, I would just happen to be outside when she would come by. I guess it just worked out that way, wink, wink. A few days later, we had the following conversation.
“Hey Al, I need to ask you a quick question.”
“Yeah, shoot.”
“Today is my 5th wedding anniversary and I was trying to think of something good to give to my husband. You’re a man, what would you suggest?”
“Putting myself in your husband’s shoes and if I were him, I would want you to greet me in lingerie and have you seduce me and make love all night long.”
“Wow, are you speaking for him or for yourself?”
“Both. You asked and I was giving you my honest opinion. I think that it would be a great gift. Let me know how it goes.”
I got busy and so I did not see Steph for a few days. It was not until the following Tuesday that I saw her.
“Hey Steph, how did your anniversary go?”
Immediately, her eyes started to water up.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my backyard because I did not want anyone to see her that way.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, my husband and I have been arguing since last week.”
“What, why?”
“I waited until 9:00 for him to come home. I had this cute sheer, white teddy on. I lit candles and had Diana Krall playing because we both love her music.”
“Sounds good, so what happened.”
“He never came home. He called me at 10:00 saying that he was stuck at work. My husband is a lawyer and he does have a big case that he is working on. But you would think that he would not put it ahead of such an important night.”
“I would never do that to my wife. Nothing is more important that her.”
“Really, she is a lucky woman. Now, I am wishing that I was her.”
She broke out into tears again. I ran into the house and grabbed a Kleenex. I gave it to her for her to blow her nose and wipe her face. I could tell that she needed to be comforted so I did something I have not done since I was married. I hugged another woman who was not my wife or family. There were certain rules that I had set up to keep from having an affair and I was now breaking one of them. But, she was so sad and I knew that she needed someone to hold her.
“Thank you Al. It feels so good to be held. My husband has not held me in so long.”
Before I knew it, she lifted up her head and kissed me. It was just a peck but it was enough to get a reaction from my body. I believe that she felt it because she lifted up her head and kissed me again. This time, it was much more intimate.
She reached her hand down and begin rubbing my cock which caused me to grow even harder. Then she wrapped both of her arms around me and kissed me more intimately. As she kissed me, she began to grind against me.
“Al, I don’t have a lot of time because I need to go back on my route. Will you make love to me? I just need to know that someone cares.”
I laid her on my son’s slide, pulled her pants and panties down. I opened up my zipper, pulled out my cock, and entered her.
“MMMMM Al, that feels so good.”
I worked all of my cock into her and began to fuck her for all she was worth.
“That’s it Al. Make me cum. I want to cum. Make me feel good.”
As I fucked her passionately, I licked my forefinger and began to massage her clit. She started to writhe underneath me. I could tell by the way she was moving that she was going to cum soon.
I changed my angle so that I could go deeper.
“Oh yes. Give me that dick.”
At this point, I was working up a sweat as I pounded her even harder.
“I am cumming Al. I am cumming.”
With that, I relaxed the head of my cock and continued to pound her. Within minutes, I felt my balls release and I shot all that I had into her.
In minutes we were both dressed and she was off to her out.
“Thank you so much Al. I needed that.”
A few days later, I found out that she did not get my route and that they were moving her back to her old one. It was a moment that I would never forget.
The next day after I found out about her not getting our route, I received a phone call.
“Hey Al. This is Hathal.”
She is our neighbor who shares our back wall with us. She is a petite Indian girl with a cute face and a brat for a daughter.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t want my husband to hear me.”
“Is this about the Halloween party? I don’t think I can make.”
“I got the message. You are going to make it but I don’t care about the party.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard you in your backyard two weeks ago. I have been thinking about this since then. I want you to do to me what you did to that woman in your backyard or I will tell your wife what I know.”
I would love to hear from ladies about my story. What did you think and how would you like it to continue?