Danny gave his clothes one last inspection before he knocked on the stately door of the one level ranch style home. He prided himself on getting the details just right and he was especially proud of how he was able to put this particular outfit together.
He looked down at the black walking shoes and the light blue socks that rose above his calf, the grayish-blue shorts with a dark blue stripe running down the side, and the brown leather satchel. All those pieces were easy to purchase, but it was the light blue shirt and dark blue baseball cap that he was especially proud of with this ensemble.
He wound up going to 3 different thrift shops in the area until he eventually found what he needed on a backpack that cost him 8 bucks. He took the plain baseball cap off his head and admired the eagle logos that he had taken from the backpack and painstakingly sewed onto the front of the cap and his shirt pocket. He reached inside his satchel and pulled out a wrapped brown package and knocked 5 times on the door.
"Who is it?" a female voice asked from behind the door.
"Postal Service," Danny answered.
He held the package up in his hand in the hopes that the woman was looking through her keyhole and not be suspicious.
"A Miss Carroll, is it? I have a C.O.D. package here for you from the U.S. Postal Service."
The woman cautiously opened the door a few inches and looked Danny up and down with hesitation. She did not seem impressed with what stood before her and made her face into a frown and demandingly asked, "What's your name?"
The woman's well manicured hand tightly held the door in place and Danny could only see half of her face but that half was stunningly beautiful. Her makeup was only red lip gloss and black mascara and he wondered if his knock had caught her in the middle of getting ready for a function or did she normally look this gorgeous at 2 o'clock every afternoon?
He quickly tried to take in as much about her as he could from his narrow doorway sight. Her eyes were a deep blue and her hair was made of dark curls that were highlighted with a streak of grey running across the top of her forehead to just below the bangs around her temple. Her age appeared to be no more than 12 or 13 years his...
"Well? Are you going to answer me or are you going to stand there looking foolish?"
"Danny. Danny. It's Danny," he repeated, mentally kicking himself for sounding like an idiot after being caught off guard by the womans good looks.
"Well, Dan," she said sarcastically, "your timing is terrible and it seems you need more training on learning your own name. Come in and wait here while I go get you some money."
Danny walked in, closed the door, and then turned to try and catch a glimpse of Ms. Carroll, but she had already rounded the corner to a back room, and left only a wisp of perfume in the air for him to take in as her former presence.
He stood in her foyer waiting and noticed to his right a study room lined with books dealing with real estate and law. He entered the room and walked over to the side window that looked over a portion of her yard and could see an in-ground pool where a worker was testing the ph levels.
"She's well connected with money, that's for sure," he said to himself.
"My Girl" by The Temptations was playing from speakers that he couldn't see but the music filled the whole room with its catchy beat and lyrics. On the other side wall was a mirror and he moved towards it to get the full view of his uniform.
"Yeah, I think I look good," he smiled.
Directly under the mirror was a stand with a glossy marble top that held a lamp and beside that lay a photo album. He picked it up intent on looking through the pictures and seeing more of the sexy owner of the house as he hummed along to the song.
"... I've got the month of May. I guess you say..."
"What in the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Caught red-handed, he hurriedly placed the album back to the stand and turned around to face Ms. Carroll.
"Fuck," he whispered.
His mouth dropped open as he was now finally able to get a full view of her. She was wearing a full length, white laced, see thru gown with no bra or panties underneath. There was no embarrassment or any sign she was uncomfortable with showing her nakedness as she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face waiting for an explanation.
"I, I, I thought I heard someone's voice coming from this room," he stammered along nervously.
"You, you, you thought you heard a voice from this room?" she said mocking his speech.
Danny shook his head slowly and looked away from Ms. Carroll and out towards the window.
"You sad dressed jackass excuse of a postal employee!" she yelled. "You're a liar! Come take this money, tell your mother to teach you your name, and get the hell outta my damned house!"
Head down and tail between his legs, he shuffled his feet and slowly did the complete walk of shame in making his way over to Ms. Carroll. His mind raced with each step he took with what to say to fix things and to leave out the house at least within her good graces. He stopped right before her, still not making eye contact, but allowing himself to take in her body up close.
Underneath her gown he could better see the clear outline of pink and pouty nipples mounted on a firm set of 36DD breasts. The curve of her waist gave way to an ample set of hips and ass that begged a man to grab a hold for a wild ride of fun. Her legs then slimmed back out to complete her perfect hourglass figure. As he looked back up her legs, a dark landing strip of neatly shaved pussy hair on the top mound of her vagina showed through the gown.
"Fuck!" he thought, "if I could just please have back the last minute and 12 seconds. Could ya do that for me, God? Please?"
She held a crisp hundred dollar in her hand and as he reached to take it from her she quickly snatched it back and placed the bill across her chest.
