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.
