The old postman Martin Renshaw gets some unexpected surprises and twists when sexy housewife Connie Becker shares her own fun filled fantasy adventures his way. But Connie's actions aren't random as Marty discovers at the end of his final adventure as a postman.
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There was a hollow sort of satisfaction coupled with an empty feeling as Martin Renshaw said goodbye one by one to the people on his postal route. Marty was 65 years old and facing mandatory retirement from the Postal Service.
It had been a fun and interesting career and now at the end of an era for him after 38 years of work and watching the people of his community come and go and grow up and pass on he was experiencing a lot of mixed emotions as he took the time to say goodbye. Often with handshakes and hugs and sometimes a card or a small gift from his customers. Everyone liked Marty and they would all miss the cheerful old mailman.
Today his replacement had already delivered to much of his route and he had a lot of time to burn, as his bosses understood that it could take the community time to pay their regards to the beloved mailman. As he pulled up to the last house on his route he sighed and sat in silence in the postal jeep.
"Well, this is it Marty. The last house. One last goodbye and you get to retire." He said softly to himself. But he viewed retirement with a mixture of warmth and resentment. He'd have gladly put in another 5 or 10 years if he could. He took a deep breath and gathered the mail for Mrs. Becker.
He walked up to the house smiling his usual friendly smile and as he approached the door, before he could knock the attractive blonde housewife opened the door and smiled. She was a bubbly simple good-natured woman with a lot of warmth and energy about her. She was also immensely attractive and shapely.
He had enjoyed seeing her in the past in shorts or a summer dress or tight jeans. But today she was dressed differently than he'd ever seen. She had on a very little black dress and garters with dark black nylon hose stockings and tall stiletto black heels. She had on heavy black eye-liner and dark blue and purple metallic eye-shadow.
"Hello Marty! How are you?"
She was so chipper and pleasant he couldn't help but to smile.
"I'm good Connie, thank you. Today is my last day and I just wanted to thank you and your husband for being here. It's been a pleasure serving you both all these years."
She smiled and stepped out to hug him enthusiastically.
"It's been our pleasure too Marty. Come on inside Marty. I made you breakfast today!"
He was dumbfounded.
"Y-you did what?"
"I made you breakfast. A last going away breakfast just for you. I hope that you like it."
He smiled.
"I um, I really shouldn't... I'm on duty still until this afternoon you see and..."
She shushed him and took his hand pulling his gently to coax him through the doorway.
"You told me last week that we'd be your last stop Marty. You have time. It's the last day. Come in and sit down and have some home cooked breakfast. I insist! I made it just for you."
He shrugged and smiled nodding.
"Okay. Why the heck not? After all it IS my last day. They can't fire me can they?"
"That's the spirit Marty. Follow me to the dining room."
As he followed her his eyes stared at her butt and the dress hem that flipped and waved with each step giving him flashes of her butt cheeks and satin purple panties.
The dinner table was laid out with a huge breakfast spread and before him was a plate with steak and eggs and toast on it. There was coffee and milk and orange juice as well as doughnuts, country fried potatoes, and a lot of side dishes.
As he ate she grinned and chatted with him about the neighborhood and local gossip. He ate and listened to her glancing occasionally at her cleavage. The low V-neck taper of the tiny black dress kept his attention riveted to her body and chest.
After the meal she cleared the table telling him to sit back and relax while she did this. He sat and studied the flirty chatty blonde as she bopped in and out of the dining room leaning here and there to grab plates or dishes as he peeked at glimpses of her cleavage. Each time that she rinsed a dish and loaded it into the dishwashing machine he stared at her purple thong panties and ass when she would bend over with her back to him seemingly oblivious of his presence as she did so. He felt his penis stirring a bit as he spied on the ditzy friendly blonde woman.
Once she'd cleared the table she smiled and approached him with her hands behind her back swaying her hips from side to side like an excited little kid, and smiled at him.
"So how was your breakfast Marty?"
"It was incredible Connie! Thank you so much. I'm so surprised and I didn't expect to be having breakfast anywhere along my old route."
She giggled and reached forward taking his hand in hers.
"Hey follow me Marty. I have something else for you too."
"Connie, you really didn't have to."
"Nonsense Marty. This is my pleasure sir."
She led him to her bedroom and pointed to the bed.
"Have a seat Marty. Then close your eyes okay?"
He was utterly confused and raised a questioning eyebrow. But then he shrugged and smiled, shaking his head chuckling. He wasn't going to complain about whatever she was up to.
"Um okay Connie. Thank you."
He closed his eyes and to his shock he felt and heard her pull down his zipper and reach into his shorts to free his dick. His eyes shot open and she put her mouth over his cock and began to lick and suck him to his utter disbelief.
"C-Connie? What are you d-doing?" He gasped in shock.
But she winked and smiled as she continued to work and suck his dick. Gradually he felt it stirring and it twitched and thickened growing harder and harder. He closed his eyes a moment and lust filled him. Her beautiful pouty pink lips slid over his cock and her tongue danced along the underside tickling and stimulating him as she sucked.
He opened his eyes and she watched him from where she knelt at the edge of the bed looking up at him playfully as she sucked his cock. He reached forward gripping the back of her head with both hands and guided her speed and angle. It's my last day, he thought to himself. Make this a great one. Go for broke Marty!
"That's it Connie! Suck it good girl!" He said as he watched her sucking and winking playfully while he forced her head to work him at his pace. After a bit she stopped and pulled away then stood and pushed him back onto his back giggling as she climbed up into the bed.
"Relax! I wanna join you up here Marty!"
She straddled over his face and leaned forward to take his erection into her hands and mouth as she continued to give him a blowjob. With her belly resting on his chest and her legs spread apart her pussy was inches from his face. He flipped up her dress hem over her ass and then pulled her purple satin panty thong to one side. She groaned a little as he licked her labia and then sucked a finger to wet it before sliding his index finger deep into her tight wet cunt.
His eager tongue licked her asshole and his index finger pumped her pussy while with his other hand he held her ass cheek wide apart and also kept the thong panties pulled well clear of her exposed pussy. As she sucked him she grunted and moaned to his manipulations. His old cock was erect and rock hard and he'd had enough foreplay and oral sex. He was ready to fuck her.
He moved her aside and gazed at the beautiful housewife lustfully.
"Get on your hands and knees Connie!" He demanded hoping that he'd gotten her stimulated enough to be able to fuck her if she had only intended to give him a blowjob. If her intent was only a last day one time blowjob he had to work quickly and hope he could fuck her pussy before she came to her senses and protested or realized what was happening. He really wanted to fuck her badly too and was surprised and relieved as she giggled and assumed that very position.
She closed her eyes and he grabbed her hips. Then he paused and pushed her knees together long enough to pull down and remove her panties. After that he spread her legs slightly and then lined his cock up to her waiting moist pussy.
"What are you up to back there sir?" She teased playfully.
As he slid his cock into her warm labia petals she gasped and her eyes shot open in enjoyment and wonder. Connie Becker was now groaning with her hips gripped firmly in his hands as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. The sex felt great and Connie cried out in delight as the old mailman fucked her. He was delighted too. He had one of the hottest women in town on her hands and knees all to himself. He was going to bone her good too. He smiled.
"Unnnggghhh! Oh my God! You're sooo hard Mr. Renshaw!"
He chuckled and nodded as he rammed her harder still.
"That's it Connie you hot little slut! Ride my cock girl!"
He was almost surprised to hear himself saying it to her. But his wilder side had come out. It was his last day and he had no idea if he'd ever have a woman as hot as Connie Becker in bed with him again. He had made up his mind to indulge every wild fantasy and treat her like a sexy horny little slut. And by the way she had come on to him maybe she was? He didn't know or care. For the time being she would be his little sleazy wild whore!
She gasped in surprise hearing his words.
"Mister Renshaw!"
He untied the strap behind her neck holding the top of her dress up. Then he pulled it down and cupped his hands under her firm plastic boobs. Mr. Becker had spent a lot of money getting her the implants and she loved them, having once been a small "B" cup she was now a "D" cup and quite pleased with her large ample mammaries.
"You have some nice firm titties Connie! Goes well with your tight little pussy!" He noted as she moaned and shuddered. He was turning her on wildly. Especially when he talked dirty to her. She loved that.
