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By *picknspan OP Man
over a year ago
North West Leeds |
I knocked the door and waited. It was early, 6.15am but that was the time of delivery as a village Postman.
I held the package in my left hand and knocked again.
A voice called out 'one minute'
It was a woman's voice, the parcel was for Mr Nightingale and I knew from previous that he lived alone.
A key clumsily unlocked the door and it opened a couple of inches.
'Hello'
'Hi. Postman, I have a package'
The door opened and the woman became apparent. Early 30's, shoulder length blonde hair, no make up but attractive nonetheless and wearing a man's tartan dressing gown.
She smiled, looked at the parcel and took it. She thanked me before closing the door.
I walked off thinking that old Mr Nightingale had done alright there. After all he was in his mid sixties.
Next day I had a letter that required a signature to be delivered to the same address, Mr Nightingale's but the addressee was a Miss Davies.
I arrived at the doorway around 6.30 this time and again knocked.
The key went in the door and opened a couple of inches once again.
'Hello'
'Postman. Letter for Miss Davies, needs signing for'
The door opened. The blonde haired woman came into view once more but this time wearing a bath towel.
'I'm Cathy Davies. Where do I sign?'
I passed the booklet and pen and watched as she quickly scrawled her signature. I took the pen and book from her and held out the large white special delivery envelope.
She reached for the letter and in doing so her towel became loose and dropped to the floor.
I could do nothing but look and admire, she blushed, bent her knees to pick up the towel, gave a wry smile and slowly closed the door, giving me a few extra seconds to look at her beautiful figure.
I walked away delighted with her faux pas.
The rest of the morning I recalled the incident in my mind. The sight of her smallish round firm breasts enhanced by thick dark pink nipples. Her slender pale body, shapely legs and the small thinly shaped dark pubic hair landing strip. Clearly not a natural blonde.
I wondered about Mr Nightingale, was he likely to have a young lover? Was it a daughter or relative? Would I find out?
For the next few weeks there was just the odd letter for Mr Nightingale, nothing that needed a knock on the door and nothing for Miss Cathy Davies.
Then one Saturday morning there was a parcel addressed to Miss Davies.
I was pleased to see an opportunity to knock the door once again.
I got to the house at a similar time (such was the routine of my day walk) knocked and waited. Nothing.
I began to think I might have to leave a note. I knocked again.
From above me I heard a window open, the blonde haired Miss Davies poked her head out. I looked up and showed her the package.
'Can you take it to the back door please?' She requested.
I opened the side gate and walked to the rear of the house. I stood for a few moments at the dark wood back door. I heard the latch and instead of opening the door a few inches as on previous occasions Miss Davies opened it fully. She stood on the mat inside the doorway completely naked.
I stared.
She smiled and said 'Well you have seen it all before so it seemed pointless grabbing a gown' she stood shamelessly allowing me to look at her.
'I have a parcel' I stated in a slow, slightly incoherent stuttered voice that even I didn't recognise.
'Do I need to sign for it?' She asked
'No' I said in a trance like fashion.
'Okay, would you bring it into the kitchen for me please? I need to close the door'
No doubt a slightly strange request as the parcel was neither big nor heavy.
I put it on the worktop and looked at this heavenly body stood but three or four feet in front of me.
'I thought I should explain things' she said
'You don't need to' I replied
'But I should' she insisted 'I am Mr Nightingale's lodger and house sitter. He is away for a few weeks visiting his sister in Canada. I am lodging with him for a few months and house sitting whilst he is away. Hence the mail and parcels'
'I see' I muttered
'He is a lovely man but I do need to find some excitement as this village is so quiet'
'Yeah I thought so too until this morning'
She grinned 'Sorry. Bit forward I suppose and maybe a bit presumptuous. After all I may not be your type'
I knew she was teasing, almost taking the piss I thought but she was clearly going to enjoy her side of this.
'Think we both know that you are' I retorted.
She smiled and her body language became more open, she looked down at her body and her feet parted a few more inches. She stroked her hair with one hand and placed the other at the top of her thigh. She edged a foot or so toward me and her eyes looked into mine, her mouth opened a fraction and her head rolled slightly.
I was being 'hit on' in a very seductive fashion by a gorgeous woman, a naked gorgeous woman.
I stood, unable to move or speak as I looked all over this stunning, nubile temptress. Her pale slender body was captivating, her tits shapely, firm and very inviting. Her nipples hard, long and grabbing my attention. Her thighs, her legs shaped like a gymnast and her slight landing strip pubic hair looked so incredible sexy.
My cock twitched in my pants, my palms felt cold yet sweaty. I longed to touch her.
She lent forward, I anticipated her touch but she lent past and took the parcel.
Damn! She was teasing I thought.
She turned around and placed the package on the table behind her. For the first time I saw her sweet, small, tight, pale arse. Her cheeks like two taught drums.
I heard her open the parcel as I looked at her peach of an arse.
She turned back to me and held up a short black mini dress.
'What do you think?' She enquired of me
'You would look amazing in that'
'You think so?' She asked
'I do' I added 'but if I am honest I prefer you as you are'
She placed the dress on the table and moved forward to me.
'Do you have time to fuck me now or will you come back later?'
'I would like to fuck you now but I do need to finish work. I can come back later, say 3ish?'
She placed her arms around my neck, her body pressed against mine and she kissed me.
'Three it is'
She stepped back, moved to the door, opened it and I went out. I turned back to look at her, she blew me a kiss and I went to finish my post deliveries.
I finished at two fifteen. I rushed home and showered, dressed and on my way to old Mr Nightingale's I stopped off at the off licence and bought a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine.
At the house I knocked the door. The door opened and there stood Miss Davies. She wore her new black mini dress, it was short and tight. She wore black heels to enhance her appearance and invited me in.
'Hello Postie' she smiled 'Got a package for me?' Her grin widened at her little joke.
I nodded and handed her the two bottles.
'How civilised' she said 'A glass of wine to begin with'
We went through to the lounge, she invited me to sit as she went to the kitchen to fetch two glasses.
She opened the white wine and poured out two drinks. Handed me one and we sat and drank whilst she told me a bit about her ending up here at Mr Nightingale's place. We d*unk the wine until Cathy reached for the bottle of red and with her glass in hand suggested we take this one upstairs.
I followed her, my eyes fixed on her cute little arse. We went into her room and she placed the glass and bottle on the dressing table.
'You like the dress. But you prefer me without it?'
'Very definitely' I replied as I sat on the bed
'Then I shall remove it' she said
She slowly eased her arms from the dress and turned around to let it slip to the floor with her back to me.
Very erotic and theatrical I thought to myself.
She turned and again I was captivated by her stunning figure. Her face was embellished by a touch of make up that enhanced her beauty.
'So. Do I get to see you naked Postie?' She asked
I removed my shirt, jeans and shoes. I pulled off my socks and was about to remove my pants when she stepped forward.
'I will remove those'
She knelt on the carpet and carefully tugged at the elastic top of my underpants with a deft hand either side. As she slid them down my erect cock sprung out.
'Oh' she said 'He looks pleased to see me'
She pulled my pants down, I stepped out of them and she wrapped her hand around my throbbing shaft.
'So hard. Big. Thick' she said before slowly sliding back my skin and her hot breath was drifting over my engorged helmet as she leant her head to my crotch. She bent down and took me into her mouth. It was fantastic. She worked her hand and her mouth simultaneously causing my dick to throb more. She was a really good cock sucker.
After several minutes of amazing skillful oral she stopped and stood.
'I think it is your turn'
She climbed on to the bed, laid on her back, opened her legs and pointed at her pussy.
'Get your mouth down here Postie'
I leant in between her thighs, placed my hand on each soft leg and moved my head toward her pussy. The aroma of her feminine scent was gorgeous. The sight of her soft pink lips beneath her slightly plump mound with its thin line of dark hair was unbelievable. I placed my mouth upon her lips and kissed, sucked, licked at her wet warm parting slit. I felt her hardening clitoris against my tongue and I nibbled it. She moaned as she pressed her hands upon my head pushing into her greedy hole.
She tasted incredible, she continued to moan as her juices began to flow. My chin, nose and lips were becoming awash with her juices, then she pushed her arse back and slightly upward, she raised my head a little and a short, sharp squirt emitted from her cunt. She tilted her head back and let go of my head as another smaller squirt slipped from her sodden fanny.
She lay motionless, breathing deeply. I eased up to see her sweating, her neck and chest reddened, her legs splayed open her, her pussy glistened, open and clearly sated for now.
I watched her slowly revive from her orgasm. I admired her tits as they raised and dropped from her heaving chest. My cock was hard and I so desperately wanted to thrust it into her wet cunt.
It was only a few moments before she regained her composure.
She eased herself forward and we kissed, as we did so she took hold of my cock and slowly wanked me, her hand gliding skilfully up and down my shaft. She shuffled herself closer and her other hand cupped my balls. She squeezed them gently as she smoothly wanked me, the feeling was amazing and I could easily have had her finish me in this way, but I wanted to fuck her.
After a few minutes I broke away from her, she was smiling, her eyes had a glint and it was clear she too wanted to fuck.
I moved to between her open legs, missionary position it was going to be. I looked at her open wet slit and took hold of my shaft and moved toward her. I pressed my engorged knob to her soft warm opening and my helmet slid inside her. My hand still around my shaft I teased her clit, pressed myself back in to her and then out, I rubbed myself against her some more before easing my dick further and further into her willing cunt. Balls against the crack of her peachy arse I moved slowly backwards until almost out and then pushed back into her. She gasped as she felt my prick against the soft wall of her pussy, she squeezed her tight cunt against me and I slowly began to fuck her harder. Her head back, eyes closed, a soft moan as she felt me fuck her firmly. Her cunt tight, yet wet and hot. My balls slapped her arse as I forced my hard cock deep inside her. I leant forward and sucked her nipples in turn, still thrusting at her.
We were both sweating as our sexual exertions were reaching a peak. I continued thrusting myself knowing that I would shortly explode. I whispered that I was going to cum soon and she replied that she wanted me to spunk inside her. This only made me fuck harder and whilst she moaned and pressed her mound toward me I told her I was cumming. I tensed and my cock exploded several squirts inside her. I pulled back and with my knob against her lips the final couple of streams of spunk shot upon her mound, the cum decorating her thin landing strip like a small winter scene. I slumped onto her, my mouth found her nipple and I sucked it as my orgasm slowly began to subside.
We lay motionless for a few minutes.
'Great delivery Postie' she quietly murmured.
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