The Postman Always Cums Twice

Claire was in her element. She was leading three serious customers on a tour of her gallery. They had expressed desire to buy some of the pieces on display, as well as indicating that they wanted her to use her connections to source some similar art to decorate their properties.

Winding down the tour, she showed the customers a final line of paintings and wished them a good day, with a promise that she would be in contact soon. As they stepped out on to the busy afternoon street, James, the local postie, held the door open for them.

He was a medium tall man, approximately 30 years old with, gentle, sun worn features. He had a fit physique that came from walking many kilometres on his route every weekday. He knew all the residents and business owners that he delivered to, and he took immense pride in being friendly to them all. Wherever possible, he would hand deliver their letters. He liked to visit Claire, obviously because she was extremely pretty, as well as the fact that she was very friendly and genuine.

Unfortunately, as per normal, he brought her some bills, but today he also held her regular copy of Australian Art Magazine. This was a monthly publication featuring new art and interesting information about the community that she was so deeply a part of.

Their usual conversation revolved around the weather and how business was going. He was glad that she had some promising prospects. Wishing her a good afternoon, he continued on his drops.

Claire took this time between customers to open the magazine and have a browse through its contents. Flipping the pages she came across a section labelled; ´Adults only, A showcase of Australia's finest erotic art.' As any normal person would be, she was extremely interested. Flicking through, she saw some fine pictures of nudes and such, in various mediums. Oils, watercolours, clay busts and other sculptures.

On the final page of the section, deja vu hit her like a bus. A full page featured her, displayed for all to see. There was no mistaking it, it may as well have been a photograph of the night she spent with Stacy and Erica. The intricate pencil line drawing showed the moment where the three sexy women had stood in the fancy hotel room, stripping off their dresses, as the two sex goddesses brought her into their sapphic ways. Erica's curly ringlets and pert medium breasts, Stacy and her smooth mid length hair and lovely C cups, facing Claire, with her wavey, salt crinkled hair and tattoo across her abdomen. She marvelled at the art, her head spinning, wondering how it came to be, until she looked down at the artist's name: S. Vincent, Melbourne.

Clarity regained, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through to Stacy's number, hitting the green connect button. The phone only dialled once before it was picked up.

"Hi, lovely. How are you today?" came the cheerful greeting.

"Hey, I'm fantastic," Claire returned. "I just rang to tell you that I saw your drawing in AAM."

"Ohhhh, I'd almost forgotten about that. They published it?"

"They sure did....Stacy, it's stunning, I've never seen anything quite like it. Why didn't you tell me that you drew?"

"I guess it never came up. Do you really like it? Leigh has been at me for a while to send something in."

"Stace....it's seriously good. It really is. I'd proudly hang it here in the gallery. Wow.... It's...It's bringing back some rather good memories just looking at it."

"Hehehehe..."

The soft laugh that echoed over the phone only served to make her hornier.

"So, you like it? I tried a couple of different roughs of that night, and I finally settled on that one. It was my favourite," Stacy continued.

"I love it, I'm steaming up."

"Touch yourself...."

"What?

"Touch yourself and tell me how it feels." said Stacy in a slightly domineering tone.

"I can't, I'm at work."

"Of course you can, I do it all the time."

"What if I get caught?"

"That'll be half the fun."

Claire looked around the empty gallery and out towards the sunlit street. Seeing no obvious signs of potential interruption, she quickly headed into the little kitchenette where she made coffees for customers and shut the sliding door that had "staff only" on it.

"I've never done this before" she said quietly into her iPhone.

"Even better" purred Stacy. "Start with those beautiful little boobs."

Letting out a long sigh of consent, knowing that she was too horny to say no, she cast a final look over her shoulder and moved her hand up to her blouse buttons, undoing the top two, and sliding her hand inside.

"Tell me what you are doing" came the instruction through the phone.

"Ohhh." Claire moaned, "my hand is in my top. I'm touching my nipple. Mmmmm, it's so hard..."

"Good, that's good, keep going."

"Ohhh, that's nice, I'm pinching it. Mmmmm. I wish you were here."

"Me too, kitten. Move down. Do it quick, before you get caught."

Stacy knew that these words would fuel the impromptu session, as most people have a caught kink, even if they don't know it.

"Ohhhh, what if someone comes?"

"Don't worry, you'll be the only person cumming."

"Hmmmm, my hand is in my pants now, on my pussy...Ohhhhh it's so wet." Claire informed Stacy as she slid her fingers down inside her delicate white lace panties, onto her soft folds, faltering slightly at the feeling as she leant against the kitchenette bench.

"That sounds good. I'd eat you out on the spot if I were there."

"Ahhhh." Claire moaned at these words, as she moved onto her clit and started to rub the hard pink pearl.

"Hmmmm, I can hear you, Claire, rub it for me....make yourself cum."

"Ahhhh, ohh, mmmmmmm." Claire's knees buckled at the words as her self-induced orgasm shot through her. One final rub and it was over, and she stood there, breathing heavily, amazed at what her friend had got her to do.

"Mmmmm, that was a great one. I told you; you could do it. Now go and have a fantastic afternoon. I'll show you some more drawings one day.

"Wow, that was....," Claire trailed off, a little bit breathless as she removed her hand, "I'd love to see your collection, let's do it soon." She hit the disconnect button.

Doing up her buttons and straightening herself up, she turned to the door, A millisecond later, there was a knock, and the door opened, revealing James the postie. "Sorry to intrude, but I forgot to give you this earlier," he said, holding another letter. "Oh, um, Thanks," said Claire, moving forwards and taking the letter from him. "Hmmm, another bill....aren't I lucky" she jested. He stepped backwards to let her out the door. They locked eyes and in that instant, as she moved closely by him, she was sure he could smell her arousal, remnants of her recent orgasm. She walked back towards the front desk, trying to act nonchalant. She thought he was rather cute and he, in return, had a decent crush on her. He checked out her tight butt as she walked in front of him. He decided now was the time.

"Errm, Claire? ....Would you like to go out with me sometime?" He asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.

She turned and looked at him, assessing him quickly from top to bottom. They had been friendly for a good while and she thought about that as she processed the request. After a few seconds, she smiled her beautiful smile, and said, "I'd like that a lot."

"Great." His face lit up as he grinned at her answer. "Great." He said again. "Umm, what about tomorrow night, 6 o'clock, dinner?"

"Sounds perfect, just hit the bell when you get here."

"Great." He repeated, somewhat tongue tied as he waved goodbye, as giddy as a kid that had been given a wonderful present.

'Great,' thought Claire. She smiled to herself as she resumed her day.

Throughout the rest of the day and the next, she thought about her upcoming date. She hadn't had a proper one for a rather long while and it felt good to look forward to it. Although nowadays, she went into this situation with a few caveats.

The doorbell rang at 6. Claire flitted down the stairs, looking and feeling a million dollars. Dressed for the warm summer evening, her outfit consisted of a pastel lime-green Tea-length tulle dress, embroidered with delicate flowers. She was customarily braless under the structured bodice and had dainty clear strap sandals on her pretty feet. A small matching clutch purse rounded out her ensemble.

Unlocking the door, Claire allowed James to step inside the semi lit gallery. "Whew" he whistled gently when he saw her. "You look beautiful" he offered, feeling somewhat inadequate in his jeans and a red checked shirt.

"Thanks," she blushed, while performing a little twirl for his appraisal.

"I wish I owned something a bit more posh, but I don't go out much." he said as he looked his stunning date up and down.

"I think you look fine." She said as she smiled at him, for his simple outfit only added to his charm.

They walked along the footpath and entered the small local bar, one they both knew well, where James had booked a table for dinner. As they had a drink and perused the menu, the small talk flowed easily. All manner of subjects came up, work, schools and hometowns, even past relationships. "I've only ever had one serious relationship," admitted James. Claire was genuinely surprised at this, being sure that this handsome, friendly fellow would have had the pick of any women. "Our relationship fell apart when she found out that I don't want kids and that I'd had the snip when I was 20. After that I never really bothered with dating. Until tonight of course," he finished, flashing her his rugged smile. It turned out that James looked after his health extremely well, having regular check-ups and being tested for all manner of health conditions. 'That may come in handy,' thought Claire.

Time flew as they ate and drank, and soon it was time to pay up and leave. Splitting their bill down the middle, they linked arms and left the bar. Wandering along, they arrived back at Claire's front door. "Here we are." he announced.

"I had a really good time tonight" Claire told him as they paused outside the glass door of the gallery. Ordinarily, Claire might have invited him upstairs for coffee and a blowjob, but the date had had such a nice vibe about it, that she wanted to slow down.

Sensing this, James asked "So, I'll see you later?'

"Of course, Give me a call tomorrow and we can work out when."

Claire stepped inside and locked the door. Setting the alarm and walking up the stairs, her head was full of thoughts about dates, relationships, and sex. Over the last few months, she had met some of the best people she had ever come across, and had the best sex of her life, leading her to make some life changing decisions.

Over the next week and a bit, she went out with James two more times, not counting the chatting during his regular deliveries. The first time, a day down at the beach, where they splashed around in the shallows and she wore a flattering blue bikini, showing off her sexy body and mural tattoo. Secondly, a trip to the zoo, that despite having lived in Melbourne for 10 years, she had never been to. She thoroughly enjoyed these dates, and she decided it was time to lay it all on the line and see what James would say. She shot him a text.

"Hey, when you're free, could you pop over? I need to tell you something."

"Ohhhh, I don't like the sound of that," came his light-hearted reply. "I'll be over in an hour."

She waited nervously in her closed shop, wandering around, having dusted the already dustless pieces multiple times. She jumped when the doorbell rang, as she was so deep in thought.

"Hi," she said as she opened the door. "Let's go upstairs." He was a little concerned at the serious look on her face. But it's safe to say that this gentle, friendly postie had no idea what was about to happen.

"Welcome to my home." Claire said, as she shut the door behind them. "It's not much, but it's mine." she repeated, in the age-old troupe. "Would you like a beer?"

"Man's not a camel," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled as she opened a bottle for both of them, clinking a cheer with him. She looked at him silently for a moment.

"Erm...you wanted to talk, remember?"

"Umm...oh yeah." She really was distracted. "Please, sit down," gesturing to her soft looking couch.

It was Saturday afternoon, and Claire was dressed casually in some denim hot pants and a white cotton shirt, he thought she looked amazing.

Sitting down, she turned to him and paused, taking a fortifying sip of her lager. "I really like you James."

"That's good news, I really like you too" he returned.

" I need to be honest."

"Oh...?" he could still see the angst in her pretty green eyes."

"Over the last few months," she started nervously, " I have had some pretty radical, life changing experiences. I've met some people, and they have shown me things. It's only fair that I share them with you before we get too serious."

"Ok, you can tell me anything, Claire. Don't worry." He reached over and squeezed her hand, reassuringly.

"Ok." She smiled a little more surely. "Firstly, I'm Bi-Sexual. Some girls picked me up a while back and what we did made me realise." James sat forward, an intent look on his face. He remained silent though, letting her continue. "I also like to have sex, lots of sex, with different people, and that won't change.....So, any relationship I have will have to respect that, or I can't be in it."

James just sat on the couch, with his mouth slightly open, staring rather dumbly at this ravishingly beautiful girl. Unsure of what to say, he kept silent.

"Please say something," she implored him, with tears in her eyes. When he saw this, he snapped back to reality.

"Oh, honey" he said, leaning in and wrapping his strong arms around her in a supportive hug, "don't cry."

"I thought I could be super confident and lay it all down," she sniffed. "I've been playing it over in my head for the last few days. Now here I am, blubbing like a fool. I just don't want you to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere," he looked at her, his soft friendly face suddenly serious. "You were just brutally honest about what you want and need in a relationship, and I can respect that. But can I just clear up a few things?

"Sure." She smiled, wiping her eyes. This was good.

"So, if I stay, and we get serious, I get to watch you have sex with other women?" he asked.

"And fuck me while I do it" she clarified, a mischievous grin now on her face.

"And blokes....you'll be fucking other dudes?"

"Yes. My friends Leigh and Stacy showed me how they live their life. 'The fuck life,' they call it. Everyone shares each-other, and I'm seriously ready to get involved in that."

"Hmmmm, that last bit might take a little adjusting to, but, for you, I'll try my best.

"Really........? I thought you might crack it and leave."

"Claire, I've been having the time of my life with you. What you just told me is like telling me that I've won tattslotto. Think about it, I get to date the hottest woman I've ever met and be involved in all sorts of wanton debauchery. What man in his right mind would say no?" he paused for a moment. "Just one thing, though." It was now James's turn to look a little sad.

"What....What is it? She asked, eyes dry now, but momentarily serious again.

"I haven't got a very big dick," He blurted out.

This admission surprised Claire, but she was experienced with men, so she knew not to let his insecurities mirror on her face.

"I'll be the judge of that...." she said in her sexy, husky voice as she moved forwards, crawling toward him on the couch. They met and she started to kiss him deeply and passionately, all her nervousness and insecurities of the last few minutes gone and replaced by a burning fire of horniness, and a need to feel her new man.

She pulled away from his lips. Their eyes were still locked together, and they were breathing heavily. She maintained this gaze with him as she moved slowly downwards, sliding gently down between his legs until she was on her knees on the hardwood floor. Her soft hands worked at the button of his jeans and drew down the fly. Now looking down at the task at hand, she was surprised to see a good 7 inches contained in his undies, hard as a rock with a nice round head. Taking hold of his hot cock, she took a second to study it. He had a shiny silver piercing in the small ligament between the head and the underneath of his shaft. As she opened her mouth to start sucking on it, she caught his eye again and tussled the shiny metal with her tongue, causing him to moan loudly.

Taking it in between her lips, she figured that he watched so much porn, that he thought every man needed a nine incher. Its head was the perfect size for her mouth, and he groaned as she began to work her magic. His shaft slid easily in and out and she worked it over with the perfect amount of suction. "Mmmmmmm," he let out an exasperated noise, as she increased the tempo, taking it all in and enjoying every second. A mouthful of cock and a happy start to their relationship spurred her on.

James was in a whole new world of pleasure as he watched his new girlfriend, a lady whom he had crushed on for a long while, inhale his hard cock. She looked up and locked eyes on him as the speed of her bobs increased again....cheeks hollowed with suction. "Ohhhhh, I'm going to cum," he warned her. But this was her plan all along, she was always ready to swallow a load of hot cum from her men. He tensed up and she readied herself. "Ahhhhhhhhh.'' He let out a loud groan of relief as his cum jetted from the tip of his cock, right into her steaming mouth. Lips clamped around it as she vacuumed all of his salty seed from his clenching balls. "Oh, oh.....oh.' was all he could say as she finished him off completely, swallowing every drop.

"No one has ever done that to me before," he declared.

Removing his shrinking cock from her soft lips, she quipped, "Plenty more where that came from." Claire grinned up at his red face, looking deep into his eyes that were wide with admiration.

Standing up, she offered him her hand and turned, leading him towards her bedroom. As they reached the foot of the bed, she turned and lifted her hands to his shirt buttons. One by one she undid them and helped him shed his shirt, and he kicked off his shoes as she relieved him of his jeans and undies.

As he stood there, naked, his trademark sense of humour kicked in..."Well, if you don't mind, I'm feeling a little singled out here..." He smiled at his blonde girlfriend as she allowed him to reach up and begin to undo the buttons on her shirt. As much as he had just reached his fulfilment, his horniness came flooding back as her sexy body was revealed. Her white shirt was discarded, exposing her beautiful, perky breasts, and taught midriff. He took all this in slowly, admiring her curves as he helped her out of the jean shorts. Her minuscule panties, bright red in colour, encased her lower section. Reaching out to draw her in for an enthusiastic kiss, he simultaneously hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, the smooth movement sending goose bumps all over her body.

Halting the kiss for a moment, he said, "I might need a little break."

"Oh no.....No breaks for you, Mr." Claire dictated, her sexy rasp slow and soft. "You've got work to do."

Without further ado, she gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and he worked his way up until he was spreadeagled on the soft mattress, awaiting her next move.

Claire surveyed this man. Tanned, lean and muscular he was laying back, watching her eagerly. His cock was still flopped down sideways, limp from her oral exploits. That didn't matter, however, because her plan did not involve dick. Not just then, anyway.

She moved forward onto the bed and crawled sexily upwards. Her smooth skin brushed against him, sending shivers up his spine. She kept advancing and suddenly she was up on her knees, right near his face. One sexy movement and she straddled his face, her hot, wet, delicious looking pink pussy descended onto his mouth. It was smoothly waxed, and he breathed in deeply, taking in the same arousal from a week and a bit ago. He knew what he must do, and as she lowered her thighs beside each ear, his tongue slipped out and in between the soft creases. He hadn't eaten much pussy in his life, but now, as he was in close proximity to such a fine specimen, he was going to give it his best shot. The flavour was unlike anything he had known, and it was hot.... hot and steamy on his face. Claire moved slowly and sensually as he got his action happening, licking up from the sweet, wet hole at the bottom, through the soft creases and ending on her hard clit, flicking, and teasing it with his wet tongue. This motion was exhilarating for her and highly stimulating for him.