I like my job. I am a mailman. Quite, nice job. Just walk around and work with letters. One house after another. You have time to think, you have time for everything. But, there is one moment I really like. Nobody ever pays serious attention to me. I am just a mailman. And, you know, I see a lot. Today was one of “those” days.

My co-worker got sick and I had to serve his district as well. Very rich neighborhood. Every house had a lot of doors and it’s always confusing you. I was almost done with all mail, had the last one. And I couldn’t just drop it. It required a signature. It was some important documents. I rang the bell — nothing. For an experienced mailman silence meant — you need to try to find another door. The owner can wear a headset. I had to check.

I walked towards the backyard. Huge pool and lot of fancy stuff around. I hoped there will be people around the pool, but nope. And everything was closed. Damn it. I started to look for another door. I didn’t like the whole situation. And then I saw her.

Let me tell you straight away — I don’t like beautiful women. I am afraid of them. I know I am not handsome, which all my friends saying it’s not the truth, but my self-esteem very low. The girl I saw was gorgeous. I stood there and didn’t know what to do. I had her package in my hands, and she probably was waiting for it. But I just couldn’t force myself to move. And it became worse. She started to undress. A button after the button and her blouse flew on the floor. A zipper on the pencil skirt drove me crazy, and I had a dry mouth from excitement. I totally forgot about the box. Memory? What memory? I had crazy striptease here going on. The skirt fell down on the floor revealing nice firm butt in a beautiful lace thong, and a very chic set of lingerie, consist of garter and stockings. I forgot how to breathe. The girl took off the panties, spread her legs apart and sat on the table. I was ready to forget how much I was afraid of the beautiful women and give her that package right there, but the view of her appetizing pussy crossed out my intentions. She slowly moved her hips up and down and I could see everything. I swallowed. Dear God, give me just a few seconds to try that good-looking pussy, but I couldn’t move — my legs were jelly. The beauty stood up and turned around, bend over. I think I did cum. The girl went down on her knees and kept moving her hips, arching her back so I could see the best show ever. My hand found my zipper. I didn’t control what I was doing. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she’d let me in. It was a very humiliating and seducing situation.

A few seconds later, when she had only garter and stockings on, she reached her purse and took out a dildo. For the first time, I smiled and my self-esteem jumped sky-high — I had bigger. The dildo had a sucker, and I was dying to know where she’ll put it? I guess she had other ideas and dildo was left laying on the floor. She took can with whipped cream, shook it and applied little on her pelvic bone. I got stuck to the glass. Oh, my God, what you gonna do? Please, open the door I wanna eat that out. Her fingers disappeared in her pussy, and, coming out, grabbed some of that cream. She licked that mix from her fingers so well. I did cum one more time. Just open that fucking door and give her documents, and, maybe you’ll finish what she had started. Her pussy looked like one big creamy pie. I clenched my teeth — I wanted to taste her so bad.

The girl stood up, wiped off the rest of the cream and with one fast move pinned that dildo to the floor. “She is gonna ride it.” I moaned silently. The beauty teased herself having inch after inch of that big dildo. I could only stay there and “repeat” her “moves” with my hand. I wouldn’t allow her to waste her juices. I would lick her dry. She started to moan. I was so close again. Her hips were moving faster and she got a shiver. No baby, don’t cum yet. Let me enjoy your moans. It seemed she heard me, and her cute butt moved faster, fucking that dildo deeper and deeper. Her moans turned into screams — she was close.

Suddenly my phone rang, and I dropped her documents, trying to turn it off. When I was done, I was ready to watch the rest of the show, but the door was open — the girl looked at me with a question in her eyes.

“I would ask you what are you doing here, but your uniform says it all. Did you bring my documents?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why you didn’t come in?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t ready for. And I got scared when I saw you. I don’t know how to talk to the beautiful girls.”

“You are cute yourself, and don’t know how to talk? Hmm, weird. Okay, where you need my signature?”

“Right here.” My hands were shaking while I hand her scanner and got everything ready.

Being done with the package, I tried to hide my hard dick back. What a mess. I felt so miserable.

“You know,” she lifted my chin, “I think I can help you with that.”

Dragging me into the room, she pushed me on the couch.

“I need to cum, and you’ll help me with that. Can you fuck the shit out of me?”

I swallowed. This is a dream, not reality because there are no ways I could have it. Five minutes ago I was watching her, without an ability to be involved, and now I am the one who is responsible for her orgasm.

“I’ll try.”

“You don’t know how to fuck? Having your size…you should…”

“I know how, but I might be too nervous.”

“Nervous? Huh?”

She slowly went down and I felt her warm soft mouth on my shaft. Oh, my fucking God, it was so good. She shouldn’t do it for too long, I was always ready for her. Now the whole scene repeated, except, she fucked me.

“Dear God, it feels so good. Don’t ever stop. Fuck me till the end. I’m crazy about your size.”

I held her butt with my both hands and fucked her roughly, till the end. She got shiver again, but I didn’t stop. I felt how tight her muscles squeezed my dick — she was cumming. I kept holding her, and kept fucking until I was totally sure — she did cum twice.

When we were done, she looked at me and smiled.

“I think I need to date a mailman and not the banker.”