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The characters in this story are fictional, consenting and adults (over 18)
Ann is a rural mail carrier and has been for 8 years.
Ann is a beautiful 25-year-old woman. She grew up in a very small town called Pine Island, where she still lives.
Ann has long, shiny black hair, big brown eyes, and a beautiful figure that attracts many admirers.
Until recently, Ann was engaged to Jim Brand, a farmer in the area. The Brand farm was a large commercial farm 10 miles outside town. The farm makes the Brand family one of the richest in the area. Jim's parents, John, and Wendy, were hoping that Jim would marry someone more affluent than Ann.
After a while, Ann decided that the parents would never be supportive of the marriage, so she called the wedding off.
We catch up with Ann as she carries mail to homes spread out all over the rural countryside.
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Friday
It was a beautiful spring morning in late May as Ann made her way out of the mail depot in downtown Pine Island. Ann was a mail carrier for Dodge County, population 1791. The county was home to mostly large farms and a few country folks who like the living close to nature. The farms in the county mostly grew corn, a few grew soybeans, even fewer grew wheat. It was a quiet town; and like most, everyone knew everyone, and gossip spread quickly.
Ann had been delivering mail for almost 7 years. She had many advancement opportunities but passed on them because she enjoyed being alone on her route with no boss. She had become so efficient that she was able to finish her route by 2pm leaving the rest of the day free for her to do as she liked. Because she was so efficient, Ann was given one of the largest routes in the county and she had been given the "Top Carrier" award three years running.
Ann never planned on being a mail carrier. She was a striking beauty. She stood five foot seven inches tall; she had a perfect hourglass figure with natural C+ breasts and an ass that could stop traffic (even if the town didn't have a stop light). Her big brown eyes and friendly smile helped her win friends easily. In high school, she was the homecoming queen, and she was voted most likely to escape their small town.
Ann had stayed in town because of her fiancé, Jim Brand. Jim's family was the richest farming family in Pine Island. After a long courtship and two-year engagement, Jim's family caused so much conflict that the couple decided to postpone the wedding. Ann was initially heartbroken, but over the last few months, she's recovered and she's in a much better place. She wasn't actively looking for anyone new, but she was getting a little tired of spending her evenings and weekends alone.
Ann made the familiar right turn out of the depot onto Main Street. Her first stop was Pine Island Coffee where they would have an iced coffee waiting for her. Ann stopped there every day for her iced coffee, they had it sitting on the counter waiting for it as she raced in, slapped three bucks on the counter grabbed her cup and jumped back in her traditional mail delivery truck.
"Earbuds, where did I put the earbuds," Ann said as she poked around the dashboard and center console, "I can't do this job without music."
Ann found her earbuds, hit shuffle on her playlist, put her coffee in the cup holder and engaged the transmission to start her 6-hour tour along the rural Pine Island farm roads. Except for her earbuds, her truck was very neatly organized which allowed Ann to finish her route faster than any other carrier. This left her with plenty of time in the afternoon to suntan or take a long run.
It was uncommon for Ann's route to change because most of the farms had been in the families for generations, but every so often, a farmer would die or sell and someone new would take over. When a farm did turn over, Ann got a special notice, and all the new mail was set in a bright orange bin right up front near the console. Today, Ann noticed a stack of mail in the bright orange bin, that meant that there was someone new on her route.
Ann paused at her first stop, engaged her flashing lights, and looked at the new packet.
"Mailbox 19, County Road 11," Ann read out loud, "that's the old Holmberg farm."
"I wonder who the new owner is," she thought reading the address on the bundle in the orange bin.
"L&M Farms," Ann read, "I wonder who that is."
Mailbox 19, County Road 11, was the last farm on Ann's route. She was a little disappointed to see that it was back on her list since it was the furthest farm out on her route. It took 30 minutes to reach it from the prior farm on the route, adding an hour to her day overall.
"Well, L&M Farms," Ann said, "I hope you're worth the extra hour of work."
Ann made good time along her route. She loved the smell of fresh air and found the green sprouts emerging from rich black soil to be calming and scenic. As the music rolled on, so did the miles; Ann stopped for a quick lunch break somewhere out on route 7.
While Ann ate her homemade sandwich, she thought about Jim and how their future together remained on hold. She missed having someone there when she got home. She also missed the great times they spent between the sheets. Jim knew exactly how to give her pleasure while always being the upmost gentleman. Ann looked around the remote county road to ensure nobody was around and then she let her hand slip down between her thighs.
"God, I need a man soon," Ann moaned as she pawed herself, "it's been too long, I'm going crazy here."
Ann slid her hand inside the top of the waistband of her yoga pants and started to give herself more pleasure. She leaned back in her seat and let her mind replay some of her best spank bank hits.
Minutes passed while Ann pleasured herself out on the remote country road. Finally, her orgasm hit causing her to spasm and shake in the driver's seat. She could picture Jim's thick cock in her hands as she brought it to her mouth. She could see herself sucking it until it exploded in her mouth. She remembered how she would always swallow it all for Jim and how naughty that made her feel.
Most of Ann's friends hated giving head, but Ann loved it. She especially liked to swallow for Jim because of the way he reacted. Whenever she did that for him, he would always return the favor and lick her pussy until she nearly passed out. Ann loved having her shaved pussy eaten, it was her biggest turn on. As her orgasm waned, Ann opened her eyes and remembered she still had mail to deliver. She pulled herself back together and headed back out on her route.
It was exactly 1 p.m. as Ann pulled up to her final stop, the old Holmberg farm. The farm was at the very end of the road and surrounded the road on all sides. When the corn was high in July, it was kind of creepy, because you really felt like you were lost in a corn field. At this time of year, all you could see was a tree-lined road that led to the house somewhere over the hill. In all the years Ann had delivered mail, she'd never seen the house.
She pulled the bundle marked "L&M Farms" out of the orange bin. The mailbox at this stop was old and it sat a good 18 inches away from the road. Ann had to lean way outside her truck to reach the mailbox, pull down the door and insert the bundle.
"Welcome to Pine Island, L&M Farms," Ann said, as she slid the bundle in, "I need to get you to move this mailbox someday."
Ann shut the mailbox, rearranged herself in her seat, made a U-turn and headed back to the depot to finish her day by 2 p.m. The weekend had arrived.
Monday
"Beautiful Day, isn't it Gene," Ann said to the manager at Pine Island coffee, "thanks for having my coffee ready!"
"Great coffee for a great lady," Gene smiled, as he took the three bucks Ann left on the counter, "see you tomorrow."
Coffee in the cup holder, earbuds in, playlist on shuffle, Ann was set for the day and her route.
The morning route was uneventful; except for the Morrison's beagle whose bark gave Ann a temporary headache.
"How can such a small dog have such a loud bark?" Ann shook her head, "oh well, I'm not going to let that mutt ruin my day."
Ann stopped for lunch and let her thoughts wander again. This time however, she refrained from taking the masturbation break. She limited those sessions to twice a week. One of the perks of delivering mail on lonely country roads all by yourself. After a 15-minute lunch break, she was back at it.
At 1 p.m. she could see the "L&M Farms" mailbox at the end of route 11. As she approached, she noticed that the mailbox was remounted on a new post structure. Now it was much closer to the street and much higher so Ann wouldn't have to lean so far to reach it. Ann noticed that the mailbox flag was up, indicating outbound mail was present.
"Well, this is nice," Ann said as she pulled up, "It's the perfect placement and height."
Ann could easily reach out and open the mailbox with one hand. When she did, she noticed the items inside. The first item was a photograph of her reaching into the mailbox yesterday. Ann removed the photo to take a closer look. The photo was taken from inside the mailbox, and it showed Ann bent way over the truck to reach inside. From that angle, Ann's pert breasts were on full display as the camera could see down her loose blouse. If not for the boob show, it was a nice photo, Ann had a nice smile and she thought she looked good.
"What in the world?" Ann said as she looked at the photo, "who puts a camera in their mailbox?"
Beside the photo were a single rose, a Ghirardelli chocolate bar, and a post-it note. Ann removed the three items and read the note.
"Smile, pretty mail lady," the note said, "let me know if the mailbox needs adjusting."
Ann looked around and looked up the road towards the house. She pulled her truck forward and hopped out to get a look inside the mailbox. She looked inside with L&M Farms' mail in hand. Inside the mailbox, she discovered a small GoPro camera. Ann stepped back, shocked, wondering what to do about this. She'd never had anyone put a camera inside a mailbox before.
