Caressing her breasts slowly, Monica's mind was rampantly devouring her latest fantasy. He was a few inches shy of six foot and around 140 pounds, not her usually fantasy material but oh so gorgeous. She glanced out her window watching him walking up and down her street, hoping in and out of his little truck. Mmmm, she loved his ass the way she could tell he worked out and she could just imagine her legs wrapped around that body tightly as he slid his cock into her pussy. Yummy she thought as she licked her lips. She slid her right hand down her body and touched her pussy, soaking wet already. Watching him delivering the mail to her neighbors house Monica let out a slow groan as her fingers worked in and our of her pussy and her hips arched up in an attempt to push her fingers deeper into her. Monica opened her eyes as she let her fingers trail along her slit in the aftermath of another self induced climax. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked her own cream from them. She always loved the way she tasted especially the first taste. As she licked her fingers she watched from her perch as the mailman walked up to her door to deliver the mail, this wasn't unusual because her mailbox was located next to her front door. as she strolled her fingers through her fine pussy hair she imagined what kind of cock this mailman of hers would have.
Ding Dong
Huh? What could that be Monica thought as the mailman's meat disappeared from her mind and she wondered what that noise was, suddenly she jumped up realizing that it was her doorbell? Jumping up she quickly found her robe and belted it tightly against her and ran for the door as the bell sounded again.
Ding Dong
Another person not home, he hated walking up to houses with their packages and then people not being home to receive them, he didn't place guilt on them it just made his job harder, He could have sworn Ms., he glanced down at the package, uhm Ms. Hunter was usually home, if he remembered correctly she was a compact little package. Slightly petite with her five foot frame and weighing 100 pounds soaking wet. He recalled that she had blonde hair with big green eyes. He wondered what she would look like with green eyes, his mind wondered to what her chest would look like bare, she probably had some perky little nipples hidden under her clothes, the type he loved to just lick and pinch while he, feeling his cock stirring in his shorts and laughed at himself. As he turned to head back down her house the door swung open.
Monica glanced at the mailman as he started to turn away from her and quickly tried to hide her blush that she was sure was showing, she might fantasize about men but she wasn't about to let it show. Nervously she asked, "Can I help you?"
Jerry turned and pasted on his customer friendly smile, as he turned and got a full look at Monica he had to steel himself to not let his jaw drop. She answered the door in her robe, which was inside out and had been belted tightly around her trim waist, which showed off her perfect figure. Hips that all but begged a man to hold them, she had a trim waist and well well, he never would have guessed that her breasts where that big, not BIG, just bigger then he would have thought. He stared for a moment.
"Uhmmm, can I help you>" Monica asked again, she was feeling self conscious as he stared at her and she hugged herself. "Hello?" Glancing down at herself to see what he could be staring at she turned beet red. "Oh My, I am such an idiot" Ducking behind the door she apologized. "I am so sorry its just you caught me at a bad time. "
Smiling he looked into her face, yep those where the green eyes he remembered, not exactly jade but something different, there was an imperfection in one eye, something like a speck of gold. It was quite pretty yet different, he couldn't put his name on it. "Hi, we have met before a few times, I bring the mail, uhh your local mail carrier, my names Jerry" He stuck his hand out to shake hers.
Monica stuck her hand out and grasped Jerry's hand. Shaking slightly she asked him what he needed
"Oh I need your signature on this package before I can give it over to you." He noticed their was a dampness to her hand, no nothing slimy or sticky, like she had just wiped her hands off. He had caught her strait out of the shower no doubt, if her clothing had anything to do with it, he assumed.
"Oh sure here" Monica stepped out from around the door to sign the package quickly, she took the pen he offered and the tiny little clipboard he had. As she pressed the pen to the clipboard and started to write her name, she saw the pen wasn't working. "Your pens dead," she said as she glanced up to catch Jerry looking down her cleavage as her robe had loosened as she bent to sign. She blushed a bit.
Reaching into his pockets and smiling while keeping his eyes on hers he searched for a pen. Hmm so she was a bit shy, he never would have expected that. Damn it where was his pen. "I" ...He paused...."I don't know where my other pen could have went, my last customer must have kept it. Do you have one you could just use, your my last stop and I really would like to just get this package signed over to you?" he said as he showed her the small brown wrapped package.
Monica reddened as she noticed the size of the package, she hadn't been expecting anything in the mail except...well a few weeks ago she couldn't sleep and had been roaming the websites and had stumbled along an adult web store for all kinds of sex toys. She had ordered a porno and a regular no exotic ridges or parts vibrator. Her pussy started to melt at the idea of her new toy. Glancing down she asked Jerry to step inside while she ran to get a pen.
What a great ass he thought to himself as he watched her race up her stairs to grab a pen. He stood at the door and closed it behind himself as he saw a cat start to edge towards him, trying to be slick he figured and escape.
