Decisions..decisions? What to do next!!
Here she was, a beautiful 28 yr old redhead handcuffed to her bed at the headboard and kneeling in front of you with her perfectly rounded butt staring you in the face and you are trying to make a decision. Which do you pump your now hard dick into..the shaved pussy with the lips hanging like doors to heaven downward between her thighs or the obviously tight little brown anal cavity an inch above the cunt?
The answer? Both, of course!! You feel that so far there has been no reason to rush this part of your rape and you deserve all that is there in front of you. You earned it!
You never pass up a tight piece of ass when its offered but neither do you let a shaved twat leave without entering it and enjoying its slick walls. Slick enough with just enough friction to cause the head and length of your cock to force the cum from the testicles deep into the womb of the lady in waiting.
Let's go back to the beginning and how I had found myself in this dilemma.
She had been delivering mail in the small town about 60 miles East of your home and while driving through this little community you had spotted her you spotted her walking down the sidewalk in those little gray colored shorts. The long hair falling across her back and the bright red color accented the sexy face of the young woman as you passed her and looked back to see what she looked like from the front. Awesome..just plain perfect! The body was as a man would dream about and the long red hair made it only better not to forget the cute little button nose on the tanned face. You had to have this one but it was going to take a little longer than ususal because at this point all you knew about her was that she delivered the mail. You instantly decided that the wait would be worth it and you immediately began the task of laying out a plan that would allow you to enjoy this woman's body as soon as possible.
You had only visited this small town a few times in the last few years and didn't even recall where the Post Office was located. You drive back toward the town square and begin searching all the side streets that leave the square and go off in different directions like a spiders' web leading to the rest of the community. On the 3rd street North of the square you see it. U.S. Post Office and the surrounding parking areas in the front and alongside the brick building. As you drive down the side street that runs beside the building you see a small parking lot and delivery entrance at the back of the structure. You can see 6 or 7 cars and pickups parked in the rear parking lot and several small white postal delivery trucks at the loading dock. The parking lot you are looking at is surrounded by a high fence. Definitely where the postal employees parked. You continue on to a spot where you can turn around and observe most of this lot and immediately begin writing down license numbers and colors and makes of vehicles that you intend to search on the internet data base later in hopes of identifying this sexiest of all Texas redheads.
You can make out most of them without any problems. The small golfer scope that is only about 6 inches long used to determine the distance to the green from where you are standing is easiest used in this situation. You surely don't want to raise binoculars to your eyes while looking at a Federal Building during this day and time. You move your truck a few feet forward and gain the last couple of numbers and slowly drive away and you start back home. Your cock has been semi-hard since viewing that little redhead and you wonder if you can make it home to the wife before having to pull over to masturbate to relieve the pressure building up in your body.
You spend the rest of the evening checking license plates and locating the addresses on the several databases and maps available on the www. You print out maps and write down the vehicle descriptions of each car and truck you searched for and after that is completed you make plans to return to the small town the next morning early.
At 6am you are again parked in the vicinity of the Post Office property and the lot behind the building is empty except for the few postal trucks parked there. This Tuesday morning begins as a warm summers day and you slowly sip your coffee from the thermos you carry in the truck. By 6:20am vehicles start arriving and pulling into the rear parking lot and at 6:50am you see the target. The redhead pulls into the parking lot in a small Ford Explorer. The bright red Explorer is a perfect match for this sexiest of all redheads. She walks to the back door of the building and opens the door and enters it. She too is drinking coffee from a cup she carries with her from the Ford to the workplace. Her hips are well defined in those tight gray shorts. You wonder if the Postal Authorities allow such tight clothes and figure that the supervisors enjoy the view as much as you do and shrug the question off.
You haven't figured out yet where and how you will take this goddess from the streets but you are mulling several possibilities as you finish your coffee. You leave and drive toward the address that had appeared when you checked the registration of the Ford Explorer the night before and find yourself in the country side about 6 miles further North of the small town.
As you find the Farm Road that matches the number on the address you smile as you observe that the few houses are far apart hidden in the tall pine trees. You look forward to finding her residence in such a secluded spot where sound carries very little and a person can enjoy himself without being bothererd by heavy road traffic.
Almost instantly you look out the windshield and see the name "J. Rushing" on a mailbox at the edge of the dirt road. Below the name is the address that matched the registration of the Explorer. You slow in the roadway and ease up to the end of the driveway and look at the modest brick home at the rear of the lot surrounded by pines.
You reach for your digital camera and shoot several pictures of the house and the driveway that runs to the attached carport and then begin driving slowly away from the location. You find no other houses within a quarter of a mile from the brick home and the only spot you find that allows you a view of the house is a oil well location across and a few hundred yards away from the brick residence. There is no gate but only a cattle guard at the entrance to the well site and you know you've found your perfect spot to watch her and the people who come and go from the house.