Although most of my stories I like to think can individually stand alone. This one is a direct sequel to my last entry 'Rachel gets a new neighbour.' So even though I don't think it's entirely necessary, as I hope this story is still enjoyable by itself, you may find it easier to follow if you have read that chapter already.
As always the characters are all over the age of 18. Comments and feedback are much appreciated.
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"What am I doing?" Rachel was staring at herself in her bedroom mirror. She had put on her favourite set of white satin lingerie, which had an intricate floral black lace trim. She slipped on a matching suspender belt and attached the straps to her thigh high black stockings. The bra was probably a size too small for her now as it squashed together her spectacular 32FF breasts, lifting them upwards so that it looked like she was wearing a Wonderbra. Still she couldn't bear to throw it away and could deal with the slight discomfort, knowing full well how enticing her tits looked inside of it.
She'd had a very sleepless night worrying about her own sanity. How could she have agreed to seduce her sleazy postman? All so that her neighbour Henry could get his rocks off by watching her do it. She didn't want to be near the bloke, let alone let him fuck her. It was complete and utter madness, but for some reason she still found herself dressing for the occasion.
Rachel applied some pink lip gloss and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She shook her head at her own reflection. "You are losing the plot girl!"
At that moment the doorbell rang and her stomach lurched for maybe the tenth time that morning. She couldn't tell whether it was nervous excitement she was feeling, or serious revulsion. A bit of both maybe.
She grabbed her black satin robe from behind her door and headed down the stairs, tying it around herself as she went. It was very short, barely covering her stocking tops, but Rachel loved how smooth and soft the satin texture felt against her warm skin.
Taking a deep breath she opened the front door. There stood Henry, her 60 year old, short and balding neighbour. He was wringing his hands in excitement and Rachel had a strange urge to slap him hard around the face. After all he was reason she was feeling sick to her very core right now. But before she could react he pushed his way passed her and into the house.
"Quick! Quick! He's coming!"
"What right now?!?" Her stomach churned once more.
"Yes! He's only a few doors down. Where shall I hide?" Henry was staring around wide eyed. He couldn't believe his luck that Rachel, this gorgeous blonde 21 year old, was prepared to make one of his darkest fantasies come true. As much as he loved fucking Rachel himself, he couldn't wait to see her get ravished by an unsuspecting stranger. His cock had been hard all morning, in anticipation of what was to come.
"Well I guess you could hide in the cupboard under the stairs. You'll have a good view of the hallway and the lounge from in there." She opened the door and pushed him in unceremoniously. She giggled as he yelped in pain having stubbed his foot on something in the dark. Serves you right you old perv, she thought to herself.
"You look sexy as hell by the way!" His voice echoed out from the tiny enclosed space.
"Tttsss, whatever! I hope you appreciate how fucking lucky you are!"
"Oh I do, honestly I do. I'll show you how much I appreciate it afterwards." Rachel smirked at this, he might be old but he certainly knew how to fuck, so at least she had something to look forward to today.
Henry was pulling his hard cock free from his trousers but avoiding touching it yet, fearing he might blow his load before it all even began.
About a minute passed of unbearable silence. Rachel was pacing up and down the narrow hallway, trying to convince herself this was a good idea, when the doorbell finally rang. It was now or never. With one final mental pep talk, she forced her mouth into a fake smile and swung the door open.
Duncan Abbott had been doing this postal route for the last 3 years. There was one house in particular that always got his heart racing as he approached it, Rachel's.
He'd only really managed to catch glimpses of her over the years. It was normally her parents who signed for packages, but even when he only had letters to deliver he'd always have a swift look in through the lounge window, hoping to glimpse the busty blonde beauty. He remembered the time when he'd seen her doing exercises on the carpet of the front room. He'd had difficulty keeping his cock soft for weeks after that, and even now he used those mental images nearly every time he had a wank.
He lived for the days when she answered the door. So this morning when he noticed a large parcel with her name and address on it, he prayed he'd get lucky and she would be the one who signed for it.
He was noticeably sweating as he walked up her garden path, his hands were so clammy that he almost dropped the parcel before he reached the door. Duncan had been mulling over in his head what he was going to say to her if he saw her. He'd decided on "I've got a big package for you love." She was probably too sweet and innocent to notice the double entendre.
With a trembling finger he pressed the doorbell.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him and all thoughts of a cocky one liner were instantly erased from his mind, replaced by blank shock, as he drank in the vision of pure perfection before him.
"Oooo is that for me?" Rachel put on her sweetest girlie voice. The vision in front of her was far from perfect. In fact he was even uglier than she remembered. He was tall and skinny, with a gaunt pockmarked face, and his hair had either too much gel in it or it was incredibly greasy.
"S...s...sign h...h...here." Duncan was staring gormlessly at Rachel's cleavage, as he held out an electronic pad to her.
Rachel signed it and handed it back. "It looks rather heavy, would you mind carrying it inside for me?" She smiled another heart melting smile at him.
The parcel was actually very light but Duncan wasn't about to tell her that, his eyes couldn't get enough of what they were seeing. "S...sure."
Rachel turned and led the way into the lounge, she glared scornfully in the direction of the cupboard under the stairs as she went.
Inside Henry had started stroking his throbbing cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. He could tell that Rachel was intentionally swinging her hips in a provocative manner as she walked. Duncan followed behind her, his stare fixated on her deliciously pert peach of a bum swinging from side to side, his own head was mirroring its gentle sway. If only he knew what a treat he was in for, thought Henry.
"Let me take that." Rachel took the large rectangular brown parcel, and knowing full well what she was doing, turned and bent down to place it on the coffee table.
Duncan's jaw dropped, his face now a mask of pure shock. The lower Rachel bent, the further her satin nightgown rode up, until finally as if in slow motion, the tops of her stockings were revealed to a now visibly shaking Duncan.
