Phil had been admiring Jasmine for over a year now. The 22-year old postal employee turned him on every time he saw her. Standing 5'5" with a slender 34-b, 24, 34 body, Jasmine had long brown hair, usually worn back in a high ponytail. She had a tan complexion with large almond eyes and a very exotic face. Best of all, Phil loved the way her small, shapely ass looked in her tight blue postal employee pants.
Phil was 34-years old and divorced. He was an average looking man just a hair shy of six-foot with short brown hair and just a hint of a beer gut. Not what would be considered a very handsome man, but not homely either. He had the kind of face that one just didn't notice in a crowd.
Phil had first seen Jasmine when he stopped in the Post Office on the other side of town. He had just become separated from his wife and was feeling lonely and the pretty postal employee had waited on him with a smile and a warm greeting. He had noticed one of her buttons undone while she waited on him and when she leaned forward with his change he caught just the briefest view of her areola sticking out over her low-cut bra. It was enough to send him out of the post office with a hardon.
Phil had stopped by that post office several times during the last year, always enjoying the sight of the pretty girl when he saw her. But he usually voyeured her from afar when he was there. He often thought about asking her out, but had learned from another clerk that she had a steady boyfriend and wouldn't be interested in him because of his age anyway.
Phil was concerned when he failed to see Jasmine the last three times he stopped by the post office. He finally got up the nerve to ask someone about her and learned that she had volunteered to take a turn at delivering mail on a regular route while a friend was on maternity leave. Phil was surprised when he recognized the neighborhood she was now working as one that he had lived in before meeting his ex-wife.
On a whim, Phil drove home through that neighborhood after leaving the post office. He remembered one of the streets as being pretty run down. He drove down the road and saw several unoccupied houses and an evil plan began forming in his mind.
Phil took the next day off from work and drove back to that neighborhood. Parking at the corner he sat patiently waiting to see if this indeed was Jasmine's new route. After waiting about an hour he saw a postal jeep pull up and park. To his relief he watched as Jasmine climbed out of the jeep, hoisted a mailbag over her shoulder, and begin walking down the street. Phil couldn't resist unzipping his pants and jacking off while watching her tight ass shift as she walked down the street away from him.
Now that he was sure of Jasmine's route he decided to put his plan into action. He got out and walked down the street paying particular attention to the abandoned houses. He saw one that he thought would do quite well. A little two-level building with the windows intact that sat with another abandoned house on the left and woods on the right. There was a large hedge in front that partially blocked the view of the door from the street. Phil memorized the house number and returned to his car. When he got home he addressed an empty envelope to a Mr. J. Smith at that address and put the letter into the mail. The next day he addressed two more letters to the same J. Smith, using different envelopes and attempting to change the handwriting, and mailed them. He also stopped by a pay phone and called an 800-catalog number and requested a catalog for J. Smith.
A couple days later he parked down the street and walked by the house. Being sure that nobody was looking he went to the door and checked the mailbox. Sure enough, there were two of the letters. He grabbed them and left, feeling certain that sweet Jasmine would notice them gone and now believe that someone is occupying this house.
Phil's next step was to stop by an office supply store and purchase a large packing envelope. He stuffed the envelope with torn newspaper and then addressed it. Phil then drove thirty miles away to another post office and filled out a special delivery certified mail slip for the package. After dropping it off in the mail he made arrangements to take the next couple days off work.
Late the next day Phil drove to the house. It was pretty dark since there were no streetlights. He pulled into the driveway of the house and pulled around back so his car would be hidden from the street. Phil then got out of his car and jimmied that back door open and went inside. He brought with him a suitcase containing rope and other items he would need. He checked the mail out front and was satisfied to find the third and final letter, along with the catalog he had ordered.
The next morning Phil rose from his makeshift bed on the floor in a rear room, ate a small breakfast consisting of a few items he brought with him. And sat waiting. Shortly after 10:30 he saw Jasmine walking up the driveway carrying the brown package. His heart was beating rapidly as he pondered his next step. He could simply refuse to answer the door and forget this whole thing. Or he could go through with his plans.
He heard Jasmine at the door and knew that she must have pushed the doorbell. With no electricity in the house there was no sound inside. Phil quickly opened the door as if he had heard it ring.
"Hello." Phil greeted, holding the door only slightly ajar.
"Special delivery for Mr. J. Smith." Jasmine said to him in a sweet, innocent voice. Phil could feel his lust rising just by looking into her eyes. He knew that he had to continue.
"That's me, I'll take it." He said, reaching for the package.
"Sorry, but you have to sign for it first." She explained, showing him the form affixed to the top of the package.
"No problem." He said. "Do you have a pen?"
Jasmine withdrew a pen and handed out to him with her right hand while holding out the package with her left. She was not expecting it when Phil grabbed both of her wrists and jerked her forward as he pulled the door open.
