It was a tale as old as time. A cliché, even — the lonely, neglected wife and the mailman. But here I was, peering out of the curtains, my eyes darting up and down the suburban street. My hands fidgeted with my black silk robe, untying it ever so slightly to reveal my soft skin underneath. The only other thing on me was a pair of black lace panties. I glanced at the time; 3:12. And like clockwork, the white truck turned on the street, bright from the reflecting sunlight. My heart leapt in my throat as I saw him leave the truck and approach the houses on my side of the block. We’ve come so close before, so much heat and tension between us – would today be the day? He started walking towards the house, shuffling his hands through his mailbag, looking furtive. I took a deep breath — here goes nothing. I positioned myself by the door as I heard the familiar *clank* of the mailbox being shut. I took another deep breath and waited — *one… two… three*…
The door clicked open and he turned, looking startled. “Oh, you’re right on time,” I said, smiling wryly. I could feel the cool spring breeze undoing my robe just ever so slightly, wrapping the sweet air around my body. Every nerve in me felt electric. His eyes swept over me up and down, drinking me in. He took a step toward me, slowly and deliberately. “So great to see you, miss — in fact, I think I forgot something.” With one hand in his bag, he approached me until there was nothing but a breath in between us. I looked up at him, basking in his scent and his very essence. Tall, dark, and just a little bit scruffy. “Come in,” I whispered. He locked his eyes with mine and stepped inside.
The door clicked shut behind him. “Must have just gotten out of bed, hmm? Still in your robe and your…” he glanced down at my black panties, exposed by my undone robe. His voice was heavy and full of lust. My heart fluttered and I asked, “Do you like what you see?” His eyes were fixated on me and he reached his hand around the small of my back, pushing my hips into his. He pressed his lips against my ear, sending chills throughout my whole body. He whispered gently, “You look beautiful, miss — let me show you how much I love it.”
And just like that, he kissed me. I couldn’t believe it — finally, he was mine! His arms locked around me and he kissed deeply, almost aggressively. My whole body tingled and I could feel the wet spot in my panties growing. All my inhibitions were released in that moment. I broke the kiss gasped. “Oh, please, take me — I’ve wanted you so bad.”
He didn’t hesitate. With one arm still around me tightly, he reached his hand in between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. I held onto him tightly as I felt my wetness spread. We locked lips again and I moaned into the kiss as I felt him pull aside my panties and slide one… two fingers inside me. He started slowly and gently, then began to increase the speed. He pulled his face away and looked me directly in the eyes. “You’re being such a good girl for me, do you like that?” I dug my fingers into his back and stammered, “Y-yes, I do…” I could feel my wetness starting to drip down the inside of my thighs, my pussy gripping his fingers and getting tighter with each pulse. I needed more. “Please,” I looked up at him, desperation in my eyes, “Please fuck me, I need you inside me.”
He grinned and was breathing heavily as he pulled my panties down. He undid his buckle and pulled out his cock, hard and throbbing – just like I had always fantasized. He leaned in and pressed me right against the wall with his body weight, using one hand to spread my legs apart and the other to position the head of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy. He slid the head up and down, getting covered in my wetness. “Please,” I whispered again. My pussy was aching to be filled and I could hardly stand it. He kissed up and down my neck, still rubbing me teasingly. His voice was hoarse as he whispered, “You’re the naughty type, aren’t you — you want to get fucked hard by the mailman right up against this wall?” With that, he pushed his cock straight up into me and moaned loudly. He thrusted in and out slowly, using one hand to grip my ass and the other around my shoulders, cradling me. I was nearly breathless as he took control of me, fucking me expertly as he increased his pace. His cock was throbbing inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out. I squeezed so my walls gripped him even tighter, causing him to moan and fuck me harder. He kissed me again deeply, increasing his pace, and I could feel a climax building up inside of me. My wetness dripping all over him, gripping him as he fucked me so good…
My whole body spasmed in his arms. If he hadn’t been holding me so tightly, I would have fallen to the ground. The look in his eyes was wild as I came on his cock, fully releasing myself to him. The hand that was holding my ass locked around my other shoulder, pinning me fully against the wall. He groaned and thrusted as hard as he could, gasping in short breaths. “You’re going to make me cum inside your little pussy,” he growled. He made a few final thrusts and moaned, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his cock giving a few strong throbs and then, warmth — this amazing warmth that filled me to my very center. He slid out of me slowly and I felt all my wetness, all his cum dripping down me. We looked at each other in the eyes, catching our breath. He loosened his grip and pulled back slightly, but still cradled me, holding me gently in his arms. He smiled and looked at me, examining every inch of my body and said, “Well, I’ll be back tomorrow, miss.”
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