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A Long Awaited Package
A Long Awaited Package
A lonely woman enjoys her postman.
Based on a post by LindseyLuv.
Listen to the Postman in Connected.
Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock
ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five
more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying
to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind
wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting
in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Just like every day.
She sighed. At least it paid the rent. At 48 years old, she s begun to think
her chances of finding a mate were slipping away. Her body still has great
curves, even if the portions are now more bountiful. Her face was always
alluring, but she s not been smiling as much, lately.
Soon enough, Samantha's alarm clock went off again, breaking
her out of her sleepy haze. Rolling her legs off the side of her bed into her
warm slippers, she stood up with a yawn, and headed downstairs to make herself
breakfast.
Sat at the small dining table of her flat's modest kitchen,
waiting for the kettle to boil, she couldn't help but stare off into the
distance. Checking the clock, she felt a sudden familiar rush of excitement. It
was nearly eight. Tapping her foot, she waited eagerly for the one thing that
invariably brightened her day. Rudy.
Almost on cue, she heard the doorbell ring, and practically
leapt to her feet. After adjusting her dressing gown to make sure she was
decent, she quickly made her way to the front door. Through the glass she could
see a familiar silhouette standing on her porch, a large bag slung over his
broad shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly adjusting her hair, she
reached out her and opened the door.
"Hi" Sam said with a warm continence.
"Good morning. Parcel for you, Miss Foster. I assume
it s for you? It says S Foster. Is there any other S foster at this
address?"
Sadly, I ve lived alone for several years. My late husband
suffered health issues, and passed away 5 years ago.
Ah, that s difficult to get past, isn t it, Miss Foster? You
know; Jenny and I, she s my 17 year old daughter; We lost my dear Caroline, 16
years ago. Jenny still has emotional issues with me moving on; you know? Going
on dates, and such.
Oh, Rudy, you re raising a daughter by yourself? You re a
brave and devoted parent. Is she still in high school?
Graduating this spring! She might be valedictorian, if she
keeps up her grades. Heading off to state university next fall on a nursing
scholarship. But that s when I hope to move on to what s next for me.
Samantha smiled. In front of her stood a tall, handsome man,
wearing a postman's uniform. His hair was a dusty blonde color, shaved short at
the sides, and his eyes shone the deep blue of the ocean at night. Beneath his clothes,
his muscular build was evident, and as he spoke the warm smile on his lips and
the light stubble decorating his sharp jawline made her heart flutter.
Rudy handed her the letters, and the parcel. Reaching out,
she took the parcel from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she
did, causing them both to laugh awkwardly.
She looked up at him. "Oh, thank you, Rudy.
Smiling, he tipped his hat and said; I better keep moving.
Rain showers are expected every afternoon this week. Good day, Miss Foster. It s
been really nice to visit.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Same time tomorrow. 8AM sharp. As long as I have a
package to deliver, of course."
They both chuckled, and as he made his way back down the
garden path, Samantha couldn't help but sigh, as she watched him go.
Closing the door, she made her way back into the kitchen,
putting the parcel down on the table, and returning to her breakfast. Quickly
finishing her toast, she left the water boiling to make her way upstairs to the
bathroom.
Letting her dressing gown fall around her feet, Samantha
stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. As the warm water began to
cascade down her body, she let out a long, content sigh. Few things in life
felt as good as a warm shower.
Closing her eyes, she just stood there for a while, letting
the water run down her naked body, across her shoulders, between her tits, down
her thighs to her feet. Once again, she thought about the day ahead of her, and
grimaced. God, she needed a break. She'd been working in the same office for
almost five years now, with no promotion and barely a pay rise. It wasn't a bad
job by any means, but after a while the monotony had begun to wear on her soul.
What she needed was an escape, something new and exciting to revitalize her.
Perhaps a holiday, she thought, reaching for the strawberry
and coconut shower gel to her right. Somewhere exciting, and exotic, like India
or South America. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just go
spontaneously, book a week off work and head to the airport, jump on the first
flight she could and see where the universe took her. She laughed.
As she began to lather herself with soap, her thoughts
wandered once again, back to the handsome postman who came to her door every
day. She thought about his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled when she asked
if she'd see him again tomorrow. Her hands moved across her stomach, and she
couldn't help but think of the way his hands brushed against hers, the
tenderness with which he handed her post to her.
She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as her imagination
took her further, to the tightness of his shirt, stretched across his muscular
chest, and sharp cut of his jaw. Her hands began to drift further down, across
her thighs as she began to picture him shirtless, his strong arms wrapped
around her, his own hands on her body, caressing her, holding her tight against
him as he kissed her neck from behind. She let out a soft gasp as her
fingertips traced higher along her legs, getting closer and closer to her
privates as her thoughts grew steamier by the second. Barely inches from
herself, she imagined him pushing her down gently onto the bed, climbing on top
of her from behind, his mouth on her ear...
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. She still had to be
at work in half an hour. Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and
stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry herself as she quickly made
her way to her bedroom to get dressed.
Leaving the house, locking the door behind her, Samantha
couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy at leaving her fantasy behind as
well. Sitting in the morning traffic, her brain a mess of emotions, she tried
not to think about it, and to focus on the day ahead instead. She'd always been
a model employee, reliable and good at her work, but lately she'd been falling
behind, and she couldn't afford to have another unproductive day.
But later, sat alone in her cubicle, she found it
increasingly hard to focus on her work. Every time she tried to work on a
report, she's just end up staring at the screen, reading the same sentences,
over and over, unable to think of anything but the man who came to her door
every day.
By the time her lunch break had rolled around, she'd barely
done any work at all. Grabbing her coat, she made her way towards the
staircase, heading out to the cafe down the road, where she usually got her
sandwiches. Stepping through the door to her concrete office building and out
onto the windy street, she turned her collar up to the cold. As she started to
walk, she could feel the familiar melancholy feeling rising again. Here she
was, on her way to the same sandwich shop she visited every day, to get the
same thing for lunch, before heading back to the same building to do the same boring
job. Every single day. She wanted to scream.
She needed to escape, find something to break up the
monotony of her life, even for just a moment. A string of failed relationships
had seen her throw herself into her work, but now she couldn't stand the idea
of doing this for the rest of her life. She needed something to spice things
up, something wild and spontaneous, to bring the spring back to her step. An
idea quickly flashed across her mind, but she dismissed it as fantasy.
But then, suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why did it
just have to be a fantasy? Why couldn't she make it a reality? What was
stopping her? She nodded to herself. She'd made up her mind. Nothing was going
to change if she didn't force it to. She needed to break out, live her life the
way she wanted to. And she knew exactly what she was going to do first.
Hurrying to the cafe, she made her order, choosing the first
thing she saw on the menu. She gave the girl behind the counter her money, and
made her way back to the office, eating as she went. She began to plan exactly
what she was going to do, how best to put her plan into motion. By the time she
arrived back at her cubicle her mind was set. She sat down, turning her
computer back on, and went back to trying to work, her mind a whirlwind of
excitement. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, shaking slightly as her heart
pounded in anticipation.
It didn't take long to make up for the slow morning, and by
the time the clock chimed five, Samantha was reasonably pleased with the work she'd
accomplished. Grabbing her coat again, she made her way towards her boss's
office.
As she rapped her knuckles against the door, she heard a
gruff voice from within.
"Yes, come in."
Opening the door, she saw the director of her company
closing up his laptop and putting it away into his bag.
"Ah, Samantha, how can I help?"
"Hi, Mr. Bergstein, sorry to bother you. I just wanted
to let you know I might be a bit late to work tomorrow."
Her boss raised an eyebrow.
"Tomorrow? You've left it awfully late to tell me.
What's going on?"
Samantha felt her heart leap into her throat.
"Something's come up at home, and I just need to take
care of it tomorrow morning. I'll be in by ten, don't worry."
Mr. Bergstein gave a slight chuckle.
"Don't worry, I won't, as long as you're happy to stay
late to make up for it?"
Samantha grinned. That was easier than expected.
"Of course, sir! See you tomorrow!"
"Goodbye, Miss Foster."
Closing the door to the office, Samantha felt giddy.
Grabbing her coat and bag, she hurried outside to her car, throwing open the
door and climbing inside. The ride home was a blur, she struggled to focus on
the road as a mixture of emotions shot through her brain. By the time she got
home she was positively ecstatic.
That evening was one of the hardest of Samantha's life. She
sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv, trying to ignore the anticipation
hovering in her gut. Soon enough, it was time for bed, and as she climbed under
the sheets, her satin nightgown smooth against her skin, she hoped she'd fall
asleep quickly.
After tossing and turning for close to an hour, she finally
managed to overcome the butterflies in her stomach that kept her from sleep.
The next morning, when her alarm clocked beeped out its familiar chime, it took
no time at all for Samantha to wake up. Practically leaping out of bed, she
made her way to the bathroom. It was earlier than usual, she wanted to give
herself a bit of extra time just to make sure everything was perfect.
Shedding her nightie, she climbed eagerly into the warm
water of the shower, closing her eyes as her body relaxed under the steady
stream. She didn't let her mind wander today, her thoughts too focused on her
plan. Grabbing the shower gel, she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, before
returning the bottle to its shelf and reaching for her razor.
By the time she'd finished, her legs were as smooth as silk,
not too speak for her underarms or her privates. Turning off the water, she
quickly dried herself with a towel from the rack, and headed back towards her
bedroom.
Sitting herself down, still wrapped in her towel, she began
to fix her make-up. She wanted to look her best, after all. She tried to keep
it modest, but sexy; mascara, eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. She took a
moment to admire herself in the mirror, before blowing a playful kiss to her
reflection.
Shedding the towel, she opened her closet. Time for the
hardest choice. Rifling through her lingerie draw, she finally settled on an
outfit; a black and red lace bra with matching panties, sheer black stockings,
suspenders, and a black garter belt. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring
herself. She looked stunning.
Quickly making the bed, she made her way towards the stairs,
just in time for the doorbell to ring, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation
throughout her entire body. Trying to keep her nerves under control, Samantha
made her way towards the door. Through the glass she could see Rudy's
silhouette, and her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Reaching out a quivering
hand, she grasped the door handle, and opened it.
"Good morning, Miss.. oh."
Samantha stood there for a moment, catching her breath as
Rudy looked her up and down. The way his eyes moved across her body told her
everything she needed to know about his reaction. The bulge quickly forming in
his trousers did the rest. His eyes flicked up to meet hers.
"Should I come in?"
His words gave her all the courage she needed. Breaking into
a mischievous smile Samantha reached out and grabbed his collar with both
hands, pulling him excitedly into the entrance hall, slamming the door shut
behind him. Now pressed tightly together between the narrow walls of the
hallway, she pulled his face down to hers, launching the two of them into a
passionate kiss.
As their lips touched, Samantha felt her heart beating as
loud as drum, amazed and excited by Rudy's willingness. She let her mouth open,
and he followed suit, allowing her tongue into his mouth as she deepened the
kiss.
Samantha was in heaven. She could barely believe this was
really happening, that she had the man, the object of all her carnal desires,
here in her arms.
As they kissed, tongues dancing passionately, she felt
Rudy's hands slip from his bag to her waist, holding her bare sides firmly,
drawing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed tight, and she could
feel his own fast heartbeat pounding in time with her own.
Closing her eyes tight, she let go of his collar, reaching
up to wrap her arms around his neck, cupping one side of his face as she did.
The rough texture of his stubble made her shiver, and in response she felt his
hands beginning to roam. Slowly at first, just his thumbs rubbing in rhythmic
circles, teasing her, before beginning to move his whole hands up and down her
sides, his firm grip sending shivers throughout her body. As he began tracing a
sensual pattern across her bare skin, she broke the kiss to let out a short
breathy gasp of arousal.
Taking his opportunity, Rudy lent forward, his mouth next to
her ear, and began to speak softly to her as his hands continued to explore her
body. "How long have you been planning this?"
Samantha could barely respond. "Only since yesterday.
But I've wanted you for so much longer."
Rudy smiled. "I've wanted you too."
Samantha opened her eyes, her face inches from the handsome
man holding her in his arms, the man she'd secretly pined over for months, and
couldn't stop herself kissing him once more.
The two stood in the hallway, lips pressed tightly together,
kissing passionately as Rudy's hands moved across Samantha's body, from her
sides to her back, down to her ass. Soon, after what felt to her like a
blissful eternity, Samantha grasped his collar once again, breaking the kiss to
give him another mischievous smile.
"Come on" she said, escaping from his embrace to
drag him towards the stairs, up to her bedroom. They'd barely made it through
the door before she had him on his back, sprawled out on her bed as she stood
over him, body pink and flushed with arousal.
Heart pounding, she took a step forward, gently dropping to
her knees as she crawled towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up
at his face, also flushed, and began to slowly unzip his fly. She took her
time, making sure to draw the act out for as long as possible, before gently
tugging the heavy fabric down to his knees.
Samantha looked back down, at the large bulge now facing
her, covered only by the thin cotton of Rudy's boxers. With trembling fingers,
she worked her way along the waistline, making sure to watch his face as she
did, reveling in the excited frustration he showed at her teasing.
Finally, she pulled down the fabric, allowing his erection
to spring forth. Samantha gasped. Barely inches from her face stood Rudy's
cock, hard and pulsing before her. It was larger than she'd expected, and as
she stared she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering harder than
ever before.
Slowly, trying hard to keep her nervous hands steady,
Samantha curled her fingers around the shaft, being careful not to lose sight
of Rudy's face. The postman let out a low groan as he finally felt her soft
hands on his cock.
Filled with a new confidence, Samantha began to stroke.
Starting slow, she soon found a comfortable rhythm, and before long had Rudy
groaning as she worked his shaft with her hands. She stared up at him, admiring
her skills. It had been a while since she'd had someone to use them on. Leaning
forward, eyes still locked on his, she planted a soft kiss at his base, causing
the cock in her hand to jump.
Letting out a satisfied giggle, she began to work her mouth
along the side of his shaft, kissing as she went, until she reached the head of
his cock. For a moment she hovered, staring in amusement at the purple head
before her, before opening her mouth and taking him inside.
Immediately Rudy let out a moan, followed by a breathy
exhale as Samantha adjusted to the size of his cock. Gently, she ran her tongue
around the head, sensually exploring every inch with glee. His cock tasted
divine, and Samantha couldn't get enough. With care, she ran her tongue across
the tip, savoring the salty sweet taste of precum while Rudy shivered beneath
her. Closing her eyes, she decided it was time to go further.
Keeping hold of the base with one hand, she began to bob her
head, relaxing as she took the first few inches inside. It felt hot in her
mouth, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushing with excitement.
Slowly moving up and down, she tried to draw out each rise as much as she
could, forcing him to wait for each new stroke, before deciding again, each
time taking him almost half way into her mouth before coming back up again.
Samantha felt amazing. Looking up at his face, eyes shut and
mouth open in a mask of pleasure, she knew how much pleasure she was giving him
with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride. Here she was, on her knees, going
down on the man she'd lusted after for so long. And there he lay, moaning as
she sucked him off. She'd never felt so sexy.
Returning to the cock in her mouth, she began moving with
renewed vigor, speeding up her strokes as she began to work the shaft with her
hand as well. Moving in tandem with her fingers, she bobbed her mouth up and
down vigorously, in turn making Rudy groan audibly with pleasure.
Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she looked
up at him again, eyes burning with lust as her hand worked tirelessly up and
down his rigid cock. He looked down at her, a look of desperation hovering on
his face, making her smile with barely concealed delight. Barely missing a beat,
she dropped her head once more, taking his erection back into her mouth.
With each stroke, Samantha could feel herself growing more
and more aroused, a burning fire deep inside her desperate for relief. While
still sucking Rudy's cock with wild abandon, she let her free hand move down
between her legs, to the cotton and lace panties she wore. As her finger passed
across the fabric, she could feel just how wet she'd become, her juices already
soaking through the thin fabric. Oh well, she hardly wore them anyway.
Sliding the fabric to the side, she let her fingertips dance
across her folds, teasing herself even as she worked the cock in her mouth.
Holding him tight around the base, she began to explore her vagina, almost
dripping with arousal. She circled her entrance with the tip of her middle
finger, before effortlessly sliding inside. She let out a gasp around Rudy's
cock, but made sure not to slow down. Pushing further, she felt her finger slip
deeper inside her wet folds, and soon she found herself fingering her damp
pussy with almost as much vigor as she used to suck her lover's cock.
Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. Withdrawing her mouth
from around Rudy's penis, she crawled up off her knees and onto the bed,
straddling his legs, just shy of his pelvis. Between them, his cock stood
upright, resting gently against her groin, the thin fabric of her panties all
that stood between it and her aching pussy.
Reaching back behind her, she undid the clasp of her lace
bra, slipping it off and flinging it away to the side, freeing her pendulous tits
to the warm air. She looked down at him, mesmerized by the sight of her, and
couldn't help but smile.
Playfully, she rocked her hips forward a little, rubbing her
clothed privates against his rock hard erection, making them both gasp with
pleasure. Staring into the eyes of her lover, Samantha sat up straight, lifting
her hips up off of his thighs. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the
side, and positioned herself over him. No turning back, she thought. The moment
she had longed for, had dreamt of for so long, had finally com. Slowly, she
lowered her hips, until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance, then
further still, slipping between her folds an into her aching vagina.
The feeling of Rudy's cock penetrating her was unlike
anything Samantha had ever felt. As her pussy expanded to accommodate his size,
her whole body was filled with electric streaks of arousal. As she sank down,
his cock reaching further and further inside of her, she couldn't help but moan
out in pleasure. Finally she came to a rest, her hips resting gently on top of
Rudy's thighs, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. For a moment, the two
sat still, adjusting to the feeling, their bodies quivering with the intense
pleasure. Rudy's hands, which until now had lane on the bed next to him, found
their way up to Samantha's waist, and took a firm hold of her. He looked up at
her, in awe of her sensual beauty, and she could feel her cheeks burning with
lust. Leaning back, and resting her hands behind her on his thighs, she slowly
began to lift herself up once again.
Soon, she was riding him at a steady pace, each raise and
lower of her hips bringing new waves of pleasure to the both of them. As
Samantha raised her hips, she made sure to tilt her rear forwards, forcing Rudy
almost all the way out of her, before taking him back inside, down to the base.
As she rode him, he kept a firm hold of her, keeping her
upright as well as providing an even more intimate connection. Sitting up straight
again, she took her hands from his legs and moved them to her sides, putting
them on top of the postman's as she ground her hips into his with each stroke
of her pussy.
Samantha's body was on her fire. Her nipples stood out
painfully erect from chest, and her clitoris felt as though it could burst into
flames any moment. Looking down, the passion she saw in the face of her lover
only drove her wilder, to look down and see how much he was enjoying her, how
aroused her body made him. He looked as though he were in heaven. Samantha
certainly was.
Falling forward, Samantha started to move her hips faster,
riding Rudy's cock with as much speed and passion as she could muster, her hair
falling around her like a willow tree. Staring down into her lover's eyes, she
felt the urge to feel his mouth on her once again.
Reaching out, she let her body fall completely onto his. Her
lips moved until they found his, and the two began to kiss even more
passionately than they had downstairs. Samantha felt Rudy's arms wrap around
her, keeping her pressed tightly against him, and redoubled her efforts to keep
her pussy working up and down his cock.
Wrapped in each other's arms the two made love like animals
in heat, their bodies moving perfectly in time as Rudy began to thrust up into
her. Samantha could barely stand it anymore, her breathing shallow and fast,
each breath coming out as a moan.
Suddenly, Rudy flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of
her and spreading her legs wide beneath him. In response Samantha wrapped her
arms even tighter around the back of his neck, feeling her lower body quiver as
he began to pound his cock into her soaking pussy.
As he began to fuck her harder, Rudy's head moved down to
her shoulder, kissing and biting her neck passionately as his cock pistoned in
and out of her with reckless abandon. All she could do was moan and gasp in
response, holding him tight as he made love to her like a wild animal.
Samantha had never felt so turned on in her life. She could
feel the sheets below them already damp with her juices, and as Rudy pounded
into her, she felt a familiar sense beginning to build inside her abdomen. As
she did, she felt her lover's thrusts begin to grow erratic, his pace
fluctuating and his breathing growing more and more ragged.
"Should I pull out?"
His words sent an electric shiver throughout her body. In
response, she clung to him tighter, making sure he stayed close.
"No. I want it inside."
That seemed to be all the encouragement Rudy needed. With a
roar of carnal lust, he thrust himself forward hard, forcing his cock as deep
inside Samantha as he could, before beginning to empty himself into her.
Samantha gasped as she felt his rock hard cock begin to pulse, and couldn't
help but grin in satisfaction as the warmth of his cum started to spread
throughout her abdomen.
When he'd finished, the postman fell forward on top of
Samantha's chest, panting audibly, his softening cock still inside her.
She kept her arms around him, catching her breath as the
two lay in silence. Eventually, she leant forward to whisper into his ear. "That
was amazing..."
Rudy rolled his head over to face her, and flashed her a
smile. "Who said we were finished?"
Before she could respond, he'd climbed off of her,
withdrawing his cock from her as he made his way down the bed between her legs.
Roughly, he took her thighs, pulling her legs apart, making her yelp out in
surprise. He lowered his mouth towards her aching sex, and Samantha couldn't
help but let out a moan as his tongue flicked across her clit.
The skill with which Rudy began to pleasure her with his
mouth took Samantha completely by surprise, but as he began to work his tongue
up and down her wet folds, she was hardly upset.
Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, Samantha closed
her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensation of Rudy giving her head.
Subconsciously, she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, curling her
fingers into his hair as she began to grind her hips in time with his skilled
tongue. Her other hand went to her tit, teasing and playing with her erect
nipple as she let him work his magic.
Samantha could feel herself getting even wetter than before,
Rudy's tongue alternating between long slow strokes across her labia, to
quickly flicking across her clit, to probing the entrance to her sopping pussy
driving her wild. Already she could feel the familiar tingling in her pelvis
that signaled her approaching climax.
Desperate for relief, she tried to let Rudy know how close
she was, her breaths escaping in short gasps as she moaned and squealed in
ecstasy. She could feel her cheeks burning, her whole body beginning to quiver
and tremble as she got closer and closer.
"Right there, I'm so close!"
Without saying a word, Rudy redoubled his efforts, attacking
Samantha's clit mercilessly with his tongue, until her back arched and she felt
the dam of her pleasure break. Letting out a long, loud cry of ecstasy,
Samantha began to come, her whole body exploding as though filled with
fireworks of sheer lust. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth
locked to her pussy as she quivered violently, coming harder than she ever had
before. It felt like an eternity till she came down again, her body aching but
satisfied. She lay on her back, looking down at her new lover, panting hard,
with a look of contented joy plastered on her face.
Rudy did nothing but smile, and gave her nether lips one
last kiss for good measure, before standing up and zipping up his fly without a
word.
Back at the door downstairs, the two kissed each other goodbye,
Samantha now wrapped up in her dressing gown again, hiding her state of
undress. Their lips finally parting, Rudy looked down at her with a soft smile.
Samantha's heart fluttered, and she grinned up at him. I
usually get packages a couple times a week. Can I accept deliveries earlier?"
"I start my rounds at 7AM, but few folks want to answer
their door that early. Rudy explained.
Oh, please come here early! It will be even more convenient
to my schedule. I trust your day will go better, if I relieve you earlier. As
long as you have a package to deliver, of course."
Rudy chuckled. "I think I will."
I love your package, Rudy. I admire you and if this is how
we help each other, I want to do it well. Who knows where it will take us, but
I ll enjoy the adventure. Then she kissed him and slapped his ass. Stay ahead
of the rain!
Picking up his bag, he turned and walked down the garden
path, back to his van. Samantha watched him go, staying in the doorway until
after he'd driven away.
She closed the door, and walked back inside, a beaming smile
covering her face. She made her way back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up,
all the while thinking to herself; Mr. Bergstein won't have a problem with my
lateness or my irritable, frustrated disposition.
Based on a post by LindseyLuv,
for Literotica.
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A Long Awaited Package
A lonely woman enjoys her postman.
Based on a post by LindseyLuv.
Listen to the Postman in Connected.
Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock
ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five
more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying
to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind
wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting
in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Just like every day.
She sighed. At least it paid the rent. At 48 years old, she s begun to think
her chances of finding a mate were slipping away. Her body still has great
curves, even if the portions are now more bountiful. Her face was always
alluring, but she s not been smiling as much, lately.
Soon enough, Samantha's alarm clock went off again, breaking
her out of her sleepy haze. Rolling her legs off the side of her bed into her
warm slippers, she stood up with a yawn, and headed downstairs to make herself
breakfast.
Sat at the small dining table of her flat's modest kitchen,
waiting for the kettle to boil, she couldn't help but stare off into the
distance. Checking the clock, she felt a sudden familiar rush of excitement. It
was nearly eight. Tapping her foot, she waited eagerly for the one thing that
invariably brightened her day. Rudy.
Almost on cue, she heard the doorbell ring, and practically
leapt to her feet. After adjusting her dressing gown to make sure she was
decent, she quickly made her way to the front door. Through the glass she could
see a familiar silhouette standing on her porch, a large bag slung over his
broad shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly adjusting her hair, she
reached out her and opened the door.
"Hi" Sam said with a warm continence.
"Good morning. Parcel for you, Miss Foster. I assume
it s for you? It says S Foster. Is there any other S foster at this
address?"
Sadly, I ve lived alone for several years. My late husband
suffered health issues, and passed away 5 years ago.
Ah, that s difficult to get past, isn t it, Miss Foster? You
know; Jenny and I, she s my 17 year old daughter; We lost my dear Caroline, 16
years ago. Jenny still has emotional issues with me moving on; you know? Going
on dates, and such.
Oh, Rudy, you re raising a daughter by yourself? You re a
brave and devoted parent. Is she still in high school?
Graduating this spring! She might be valedictorian, if she
keeps up her grades. Heading off to state university next fall on a nursing
scholarship. But that s when I hope to move on to what s next for me.
Samantha smiled. In front of her stood a tall, handsome man,
wearing a postman's uniform. His hair was a dusty blonde color, shaved short at
the sides, and his eyes shone the deep blue of the ocean at night. Beneath his clothes,
his muscular build was evident, and as he spoke the warm smile on his lips and
the light stubble decorating his sharp jawline made her heart flutter.
Rudy handed her the letters, and the parcel. Reaching out,
she took the parcel from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she
did, causing them both to laugh awkwardly.
She looked up at him. "Oh, thank you, Rudy.
Smiling, he tipped his hat and said; I better keep moving.
Rain showers are expected every afternoon this week. Good day, Miss Foster. It s
been really nice to visit.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Same time tomorrow. 8AM sharp. As long as I have a
package to deliver, of course."
They both chuckled, and as he made his way back down the
garden path, Samantha couldn't help but sigh, as she watched him go.
Closing the door, she made her way back into the kitchen,
putting the parcel down on the table, and returning to her breakfast. Quickly
finishing her toast, she left the water boiling to make her way upstairs to the
bathroom.
Letting her dressing gown fall around her feet, Samantha
stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. As the warm water began to
cascade down her body, she let out a long, content sigh. Few things in life
felt as good as a warm shower.
Closing her eyes, she just stood there for a while, letting
the water run down her naked body, across her shoulders, between her tits, down
her thighs to her feet. Once again, she thought about the day ahead of her, and
grimaced. God, she needed a break. She'd been working in the same office for
almost five years now, with no promotion and barely a pay rise. It wasn't a bad
job by any means, but after a while the monotony had begun to wear on her soul.
What she needed was an escape, something new and exciting to revitalize her.
Perhaps a holiday, she thought, reaching for the strawberry
and coconut shower gel to her right. Somewhere exciting, and exotic, like India
or South America. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just go
spontaneously, book a week off work and head to the airport, jump on the first
flight she could and see where the universe took her. She laughed.
As she began to lather herself with soap, her thoughts
wandered once again, back to the handsome postman who came to her door every
day. She thought about his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled when she asked
if she'd see him again tomorrow. Her hands moved across her stomach, and she
couldn't help but think of the way his hands brushed against hers, the
tenderness with which he handed her post to her.
She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as her imagination
took her further, to the tightness of his shirt, stretched across his muscular
chest, and sharp cut of his jaw. Her hands began to drift further down, across
her thighs as she began to picture him shirtless, his strong arms wrapped
around her, his own hands on her body, caressing her, holding her tight against
him as he kissed her neck from behind. She let out a soft gasp as her
fingertips traced higher along her legs, getting closer and closer to her
privates as her thoughts grew steamier by the second. Barely inches from
herself, she imagined him pushing her down gently onto the bed, climbing on top
of her from behind, his mouth on her ear...
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. She still had to be
at work in half an hour. Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and
stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry herself as she quickly made
her way to her bedroom to get dressed.
Leaving the house, locking the door behind her, Samantha
couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy at leaving her fantasy behind as
well. Sitting in the morning traffic, her brain a mess of emotions, she tried
not to think about it, and to focus on the day ahead instead. She'd always been
a model employee, reliable and good at her work, but lately she'd been falling
behind, and she couldn't afford to have another unproductive day.
But later, sat alone in her cubicle, she found it
increasingly hard to focus on her work. Every time she tried to work on a
report, she's just end up staring at the screen, reading the same sentences,
over and over, unable to think of anything but the man who came to her door
every day.
By the time her lunch break had rolled around, she'd barely
done any work at all. Grabbing her coat, she made her way towards the
staircase, heading out to the cafe down the road, where she usually got her
sandwiches. Stepping through the door to her concrete office building and out
onto the windy street, she turned her collar up to the cold. As she started to
walk, she could feel the familiar melancholy feeling rising again. Here she
was, on her way to the same sandwich shop she visited every day, to get the
same thing for lunch, before heading back to the same building to do the same boring
job. Every single day. She wanted to scream.
She needed to escape, find something to break up the
monotony of her life, even for just a moment. A string of failed relationships
had seen her throw herself into her work, but now she couldn't stand the idea
of doing this for the rest of her life. She needed something to spice things
up, something wild and spontaneous, to bring the spring back to her step. An
idea quickly flashed across her mind, but she dismissed it as fantasy.
But then, suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why did it
just have to be a fantasy? Why couldn't she make it a reality? What was
stopping her? She nodded to herself. She'd made up her mind. Nothing was going
to change if she didn't force it to. She needed to break out, live her life the
way she wanted to. And she knew exactly what she was going to do first.
Hurrying to the cafe, she made her order, choosing the first
thing she saw on the menu. She gave the girl behind the counter her money, and
made her way back to the office, eating as she went. She began to plan exactly
what she was going to do, how best to put her plan into motion. By the time she
arrived back at her cubicle her mind was set. She sat down, turning her
computer back on, and went back to trying to work, her mind a whirlwind of
excitement. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, shaking slightly as her heart
pounded in anticipation.
It didn't take long to make up for the slow morning, and by
the time the clock chimed five, Samantha was reasonably pleased with the work she'd
accomplished. Grabbing her coat again, she made her way towards her boss's
office.
As she rapped her knuckles against the door, she heard a
gruff voice from within.
"Yes, come in."
Opening the door, she saw the director of her company
closing up his laptop and putting it away into his bag.
"Ah, Samantha, how can I help?"
"Hi, Mr. Bergstein, sorry to bother you. I just wanted
to let you know I might be a bit late to work tomorrow."
Her boss raised an eyebrow.
"Tomorrow? You've left it awfully late to tell me.
What's going on?"
Samantha felt her heart leap into her throat.
"Something's come up at home, and I just need to take
care of it tomorrow morning. I'll be in by ten, don't worry."
Mr. Bergstein gave a slight chuckle.
"Don't worry, I won't, as long as you're happy to stay
late to make up for it?"
Samantha grinned. That was easier than expected.
"Of course, sir! See you tomorrow!"
"Goodbye, Miss Foster."
Closing the door to the office, Samantha felt giddy.
Grabbing her coat and bag, she hurried outside to her car, throwing open the
door and climbing inside. The ride home was a blur, she struggled to focus on
the road as a mixture of emotions shot through her brain. By the time she got
home she was positively ecstatic.
That evening was one of the hardest of Samantha's life. She
sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv, trying to ignore the anticipation
hovering in her gut. Soon enough, it was time for bed, and as she climbed under
the sheets, her satin nightgown smooth against her skin, she hoped she'd fall
asleep quickly.
After tossing and turning for close to an hour, she finally
managed to overcome the butterflies in her stomach that kept her from sleep.
The next morning, when her alarm clocked beeped out its familiar chime, it took
no time at all for Samantha to wake up. Practically leaping out of bed, she
made her way to the bathroom. It was earlier than usual, she wanted to give
herself a bit of extra time just to make sure everything was perfect.
Shedding her nightie, she climbed eagerly into the warm
water of the shower, closing her eyes as her body relaxed under the steady
stream. She didn't let her mind wander today, her thoughts too focused on her
plan. Grabbing the shower gel, she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, before
returning the bottle to its shelf and reaching for her razor.
By the time she'd finished, her legs were as smooth as silk,
not too speak for her underarms or her privates. Turning off the water, she
quickly dried herself with a towel from the rack, and headed back towards her
bedroom.
Sitting herself down, still wrapped in her towel, she began
to fix her make-up. She wanted to look her best, after all. She tried to keep
it modest, but sexy; mascara, eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. She took a
moment to admire herself in the mirror, before blowing a playful kiss to her
reflection.
Shedding the towel, she opened her closet. Time for the
hardest choice. Rifling through her lingerie draw, she finally settled on an
outfit; a black and red lace bra with matching panties, sheer black stockings,
suspenders, and a black garter belt. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring
herself. She looked stunning.
Quickly making the bed, she made her way towards the stairs,
just in time for the doorbell to ring, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation
throughout her entire body. Trying to keep her nerves under control, Samantha
made her way towards the door. Through the glass she could see Rudy's
silhouette, and her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Reaching out a quivering
hand, she grasped the door handle, and opened it.
"Good morning, Miss.. oh."
Samantha stood there for a moment, catching her breath as
Rudy looked her up and down. The way his eyes moved across her body told her
everything she needed to know about his reaction. The bulge quickly forming in
his trousers did the rest. His eyes flicked up to meet hers.
"Should I come in?"
His words gave her all the courage she needed. Breaking into
a mischievous smile Samantha reached out and grabbed his collar with both
hands, pulling him excitedly into the entrance hall, slamming the door shut
behind him. Now pressed tightly together between the narrow walls of the
hallway, she pulled his face down to hers, launching the two of them into a
passionate kiss.
As their lips touched, Samantha felt her heart beating as
loud as drum, amazed and excited by Rudy's willingness. She let her mouth open,
and he followed suit, allowing her tongue into his mouth as she deepened the
kiss.
Samantha was in heaven. She could barely believe this was
really happening, that she had the man, the object of all her carnal desires,
here in her arms.
As they kissed, tongues dancing passionately, she felt
Rudy's hands slip from his bag to her waist, holding her bare sides firmly,
drawing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed tight, and she could
feel his own fast heartbeat pounding in time with her own.
Closing her eyes tight, she let go of his collar, reaching
up to wrap her arms around his neck, cupping one side of his face as she did.
The rough texture of his stubble made her shiver, and in response she felt his
hands beginning to roam. Slowly at first, just his thumbs rubbing in rhythmic
circles, teasing her, before beginning to move his whole hands up and down her
sides, his firm grip sending shivers throughout her body. As he began tracing a
sensual pattern across her bare skin, she broke the kiss to let out a short
breathy gasp of arousal.
Taking his opportunity, Rudy lent forward, his mouth next to
her ear, and began to speak softly to her as his hands continued to explore her
body. "How long have you been planning this?"
Samantha could barely respond. "Only since yesterday.
But I've wanted you for so much longer."
Rudy smiled. "I've wanted you too."
Samantha opened her eyes, her face inches from the handsome
man holding her in his arms, the man she'd secretly pined over for months, and
couldn't stop herself kissing him once more.
The two stood in the hallway, lips pressed tightly together,
kissing passionately as Rudy's hands moved across Samantha's body, from her
sides to her back, down to her ass. Soon, after what felt to her like a
blissful eternity, Samantha grasped his collar once again, breaking the kiss to
give him another mischievous smile.
"Come on" she said, escaping from his embrace to
drag him towards the stairs, up to her bedroom. They'd barely made it through
the door before she had him on his back, sprawled out on her bed as she stood
over him, body pink and flushed with arousal.
Heart pounding, she took a step forward, gently dropping to
her knees as she crawled towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up
at his face, also flushed, and began to slowly unzip his fly. She took her
time, making sure to draw the act out for as long as possible, before gently
tugging the heavy fabric down to his knees.
Samantha looked back down, at the large bulge now facing
her, covered only by the thin cotton of Rudy's boxers. With trembling fingers,
she worked her way along the waistline, making sure to watch his face as she
did, reveling in the excited frustration he showed at her teasing.
Finally, she pulled down the fabric, allowing his erection
to spring forth. Samantha gasped. Barely inches from her face stood Rudy's
cock, hard and pulsing before her. It was larger than she'd expected, and as
she stared she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering harder than
ever before.
Slowly, trying hard to keep her nervous hands steady,
Samantha curled her fingers around the shaft, being careful not to lose sight
of Rudy's face. The postman let out a low groan as he finally felt her soft
hands on his cock.
Filled with a new confidence, Samantha began to stroke.
Starting slow, she soon found a comfortable rhythm, and before long had Rudy
groaning as she worked his shaft with her hands. She stared up at him, admiring
her skills. It had been a while since she'd had someone to use them on. Leaning
forward, eyes still locked on his, she planted a soft kiss at his base, causing
the cock in her hand to jump.
Letting out a satisfied giggle, she began to work her mouth
along the side of his shaft, kissing as she went, until she reached the head of
his cock. For a moment she hovered, staring in amusement at the purple head
before her, before opening her mouth and taking him inside.
Immediately Rudy let out a moan, followed by a breathy
exhale as Samantha adjusted to the size of his cock. Gently, she ran her tongue
around the head, sensually exploring every inch with glee. His cock tasted
divine, and Samantha couldn't get enough. With care, she ran her tongue across
the tip, savoring the salty sweet taste of precum while Rudy shivered beneath
her. Closing her eyes, she decided it was time to go further.
Keeping hold of the base with one hand, she began to bob her
head, relaxing as she took the first few inches inside. It felt hot in her
mouth, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushing with excitement.
Slowly moving up and down, she tried to draw out each rise as much as she
could, forcing him to wait for each new stroke, before deciding again, each
time taking him almost half way into her mouth before coming back up again.
Samantha felt amazing. Looking up at his face, eyes shut and
mouth open in a mask of pleasure, she knew how much pleasure she was giving him
with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride. Here she was, on her knees, going
down on the man she'd lusted after for so long. And there he lay, moaning as
she sucked him off. She'd never felt so sexy.
Returning to the cock in her mouth, she began moving with
renewed vigor, speeding up her strokes as she began to work the shaft with her
hand as well. Moving in tandem with her fingers, she bobbed her mouth up and
down vigorously, in turn making Rudy groan audibly with pleasure.
Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she looked
up at him again, eyes burning with lust as her hand worked tirelessly up and
down his rigid cock. He looked down at her, a look of desperation hovering on
his face, making her smile with barely concealed delight. Barely missing a beat,
she dropped her head once more, taking his erection back into her mouth.
With each stroke, Samantha could feel herself growing more
and more aroused, a burning fire deep inside her desperate for relief. While
still sucking Rudy's cock with wild abandon, she let her free hand move down
between her legs, to the cotton and lace panties she wore. As her finger passed
across the fabric, she could feel just how wet she'd become, her juices already
soaking through the thin fabric. Oh well, she hardly wore them anyway.
Sliding the fabric to the side, she let her fingertips dance
across her folds, teasing herself even as she worked the cock in her mouth.
Holding him tight around the base, she began to explore her vagina, almost
dripping with arousal. She circled her entrance with the tip of her middle
finger, before effortlessly sliding inside. She let out a gasp around Rudy's
cock, but made sure not to slow down. Pushing further, she felt her finger slip
deeper inside her wet folds, and soon she found herself fingering her damp
pussy with almost as much vigor as she used to suck her lover's cock.
Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. Withdrawing her mouth
from around Rudy's penis, she crawled up off her knees and onto the bed,
straddling his legs, just shy of his pelvis. Between them, his cock stood
upright, resting gently against her groin, the thin fabric of her panties all
that stood between it and her aching pussy.
Reaching back behind her, she undid the clasp of her lace
bra, slipping it off and flinging it away to the side, freeing her pendulous tits
to the warm air. She looked down at him, mesmerized by the sight of her, and
couldn't help but smile.
Playfully, she rocked her hips forward a little, rubbing her
clothed privates against his rock hard erection, making them both gasp with
pleasure. Staring into the eyes of her lover, Samantha sat up straight, lifting
her hips up off of his thighs. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the
side, and positioned herself over him. No turning back, she thought. The moment
she had longed for, had dreamt of for so long, had finally com. Slowly, she
lowered her hips, until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance, then
further still, slipping between her folds an into her aching vagina.
The feeling of Rudy's cock penetrating her was unlike
anything Samantha had ever felt. As her pussy expanded to accommodate his size,
her whole body was filled with electric streaks of arousal. As she sank down,
his cock reaching further and further inside of her, she couldn't help but moan
out in pleasure. Finally she came to a rest, her hips resting gently on top of
Rudy's thighs, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. For a moment, the two
sat still, adjusting to the feeling, their bodies quivering with the intense
pleasure. Rudy's hands, which until now had lane on the bed next to him, found
their way up to Samantha's waist, and took a firm hold of her. He looked up at
her, in awe of her sensual beauty, and she could feel her cheeks burning with
lust. Leaning back, and resting her hands behind her on his thighs, she slowly
began to lift herself up once again.
Soon, she was riding him at a steady pace, each raise and
lower of her hips bringing new waves of pleasure to the both of them. As
Samantha raised her hips, she made sure to tilt her rear forwards, forcing Rudy
almost all the way out of her, before taking him back inside, down to the base.
As she rode him, he kept a firm hold of her, keeping her
upright as well as providing an even more intimate connection. Sitting up straight
again, she took her hands from his legs and moved them to her sides, putting
them on top of the postman's as she ground her hips into his with each stroke
of her pussy.
Samantha's body was on her fire. Her nipples stood out
painfully erect from chest, and her clitoris felt as though it could burst into
flames any moment. Looking down, the passion she saw in the face of her lover
only drove her wilder, to look down and see how much he was enjoying her, how
aroused her body made him. He looked as though he were in heaven. Samantha
certainly was.
Falling forward, Samantha started to move her hips faster,
riding Rudy's cock with as much speed and passion as she could muster, her hair
falling around her like a willow tree. Staring down into her lover's eyes, she
felt the urge to feel his mouth on her once again.
Reaching out, she let her body fall completely onto his. Her
lips moved until they found his, and the two began to kiss even more
passionately than they had downstairs. Samantha felt Rudy's arms wrap around
her, keeping her pressed tightly against him, and redoubled her efforts to keep
her pussy working up and down his cock.
Wrapped in each other's arms the two made love like animals
in heat, their bodies moving perfectly in time as Rudy began to thrust up into
her. Samantha could barely stand it anymore, her breathing shallow and fast,
each breath coming out as a moan.
Suddenly, Rudy flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of
her and spreading her legs wide beneath him. In response Samantha wrapped her
arms even tighter around the back of his neck, feeling her lower body quiver as
he began to pound his cock into her soaking pussy.
As he began to fuck her harder, Rudy's head moved down to
her shoulder, kissing and biting her neck passionately as his cock pistoned in
and out of her with reckless abandon. All she could do was moan and gasp in
response, holding him tight as he made love to her like a wild animal.
Samantha had never felt so turned on in her life. She could
feel the sheets below them already damp with her juices, and as Rudy pounded
into her, she felt a familiar sense beginning to build inside her abdomen. As
she did, she felt her lover's thrusts begin to grow erratic, his pace
fluctuating and his breathing growing more and more ragged.
"Should I pull out?"
His words sent an electric shiver throughout her body. In
response, she clung to him tighter, making sure he stayed close.
"No. I want it inside."
That seemed to be all the encouragement Rudy needed. With a
roar of carnal lust, he thrust himself forward hard, forcing his cock as deep
inside Samantha as he could, before beginning to empty himself into her.
Samantha gasped as she felt his rock hard cock begin to pulse, and couldn't
help but grin in satisfaction as the warmth of his cum started to spread
throughout her abdomen.
When he'd finished, the postman fell forward on top of
Samantha's chest, panting audibly, his softening cock still inside her.
She kept her arms around him, catching her breath as the
two lay in silence. Eventually, she leant forward to whisper into his ear. "That
was amazing..."
Rudy rolled his head over to face her, and flashed her a
smile. "Who said we were finished?"
Before she could respond, he'd climbed off of her,
withdrawing his cock from her as he made his way down the bed between her legs.
Roughly, he took her thighs, pulling her legs apart, making her yelp out in
surprise. He lowered his mouth towards her aching sex, and Samantha couldn't
help but let out a moan as his tongue flicked across her clit.
The skill with which Rudy began to pleasure her with his
mouth took Samantha completely by surprise, but as he began to work his tongue
up and down her wet folds, she was hardly upset.
Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, Samantha closed
her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensation of Rudy giving her head.
Subconsciously, she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, curling her
fingers into his hair as she began to grind her hips in time with his skilled
tongue. Her other hand went to her tit, teasing and playing with her erect
nipple as she let him work his magic.
Samantha could feel herself getting even wetter than before,
Rudy's tongue alternating between long slow strokes across her labia, to
quickly flicking across her clit, to probing the entrance to her sopping pussy
driving her wild. Already she could feel the familiar tingling in her pelvis
that signaled her approaching climax.
Desperate for relief, she tried to let Rudy know how close
she was, her breaths escaping in short gasps as she moaned and squealed in
ecstasy. She could feel her cheeks burning, her whole body beginning to quiver
and tremble as she got closer and closer.
"Right there, I'm so close!"
Without saying a word, Rudy redoubled his efforts, attacking
Samantha's clit mercilessly with his tongue, until her back arched and she felt
the dam of her pleasure break. Letting out a long, loud cry of ecstasy,
Samantha began to come, her whole body exploding as though filled with
fireworks of sheer lust. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth
locked to her pussy as she quivered violently, coming harder than she ever had
before. It felt like an eternity till she came down again, her body aching but
satisfied. She lay on her back, looking down at her new lover, panting hard,
with a look of contented joy plastered on her face.
Rudy did nothing but smile, and gave her nether lips one
last kiss for good measure, before standing up and zipping up his fly without a
word.
Back at the door downstairs, the two kissed each other goodbye,
Samantha now wrapped up in her dressing gown again, hiding her state of
undress. Their lips finally parting, Rudy looked down at her with a soft smile.
Samantha's heart fluttered, and she grinned up at him. I
usually get packages a couple times a week. Can I accept deliveries earlier?"
"I start my rounds at 7AM, but few folks want to answer
their door that early. Rudy explained.
Oh, please come here early! It will be even more convenient
to my schedule. I trust your day will go better, if I relieve you earlier. As
long as you have a package to deliver, of course."
Rudy chuckled. "I think I will."
I love your package, Rudy. I admire you and if this is how
we help each other, I want to do it well. Who knows where it will take us, but
I ll enjoy the adventure. Then she kissed him and slapped his ass. Stay ahead
of the rain!
Picking up his bag, he turned and walked down the garden
path, back to his van. Samantha watched him go, staying in the doorway until
after he'd driven away.
She closed the door, and walked back inside, a beaming smile
covering her face. She made her way back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up,
all the while thinking to herself; Mr. Bergstein won't have a problem with my
lateness or my irritable, frustrated disposition.
Based on a post by LindseyLuv,
for Literotica.
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