At The Post Office

I really need to get that weird dream out of my head.

You had been standing in line at the post office for the last 15 minutes, immediately behind a huge brute of a man and in front of an elderly grandmother. You had offered to swap places with her, but she wouldn't hear of it. Behind her was some poor guy from a law office, loaded down with a bunch of outgoing documents, another teen, her arms full of packages which judging by the wrapping were for someone's birthday, and a couple of 20-somethings with generic packages in their arms. It was slow going, as per usual, since, even though there were 7 windows, only 2 were occupied, and one of those was only for people dealing with passport questions; that line seemed to be full of latina's of varying hotness. After getting up and having a shower, you had come over here in order to deal with your passport renewal, as well as mailing a few other random items for the family. As the guy in front of you finally went up to the window, you breathed a sign of relief that this would finally be finished. It was the only major work you had to do today, so after this you could relax at home.

Restlessly, you pages through what you were carrying. Old passport, 2 pictures, passport form, check for $120, random envelope from dad, tax return to be mailed, female claim form, ebay purchase to be shipped, another random letter...

Wait, what was that in the middle? Backing up a few items, you stared down at what appeared to be a post office form labeled "Female Claim Form," filled out with all your information but with "Name of Female(s) to be claimed" and "Distinguishing Details (Optional)" filled out. Stuck to the form was a post-it note.

'Remember to check for rings and not just good arses. You didn't think we were going to have you miss out, did you?'

"Wait, that can't be... my dream?" Before you could think about it any further, you felt the strangest sensation. You couldn't quite quantify it, but something switched in your head.

"Hey, since we are stuck here anyway, could you blow me?" the guy from the law office said. You had, of course, been tangentially aware of people around you occasionally talking, but as per normal, you didn't pay any attention. That line, though, immediately grabbed your attention. Turning around, you saw the teen put down her package, then reach out for the guy's fly. In a second, she had his dick out and was massaging it to get it hard. After a few strokes, she leaned in and began licking him, before taking him into her mouth.

Looking around, you saw no one responding at all. Further back in the line, the 20-something guy asked the 20-something girl a question, but she shook her head and held up her hand, which had a ring on it. The guy shrugged and turned toward the passport line. He said something you didn't hear, then one of the latinas got out of the line, unzipping her slacks and working them down as she went, taking her panties down with them. She handed those off to the girl behind her, who must have been a friend, and then stepped over to the 20-something guy, who had in the interim taken out his cock thru his fly and was lightly jacking himself. She took over for him, and, after spitting on her hand and stoking him a few times, she turned around, braced herself with the line-rope pole, and guided him into her pussy.

"Are they really doing that?" you asked aloud, wondering if that dream had been the beginning of your losing it.

"Well, it's certainly wasting no time, but they are young and of course the law is the law," replied the grandmother behind you, unphased by the blowjob going on not 2 feet behind her, which had progressed to a deep-throat. "You should go," she added, pointing to the window, where the "Window Available" light was blinking, the burly guy having left while you weren't looking.

In a semi-stunned state, you walked over to the window, barely noticing your rock hard cock inside your pants. "I'm sorry, please give me o--One second," the employee in the window said. A petite Asian lady, probably in her early 30s, her shirt had been opened, exposing her apple sized breasts, her eyes slightly lidded as she sat back down. On her chair was a large black employee, currently fondling her, and although you couldn't see it it due to the counter it was pretty clear that the hitch had been her sitting down on his dick. The guy thrust into her once, drawing a moan, then stopped and motioned for her to help you. Dumbly, you placed your items in the pass-through box, and she for the most part calmly proceeded to go through them, occasionally cooing as the other employee shifted slightly but generally let her work.

"Oh, I didn't realize we had already put these out. Sir, you didn't put in a name," she prompted, holding up the Female Claim Form. "Did you mean to use this? If so, that will be $2.99 for the claim and $5.22 for the rest of the shipping."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the law office guy grab onto the girl's head, grunting, as he came down her throat. She took it all and then pulled off, cleaning him with her tongue. The guy thanked her and zipped up, while she picked up her package. Then he turned back to her for a second, said something, and she lifted her short jean skirt with a smile, allowing him to move aside her panties and begin rubbing her now-exposed pussy. The 20-somethig guy meanwhile was thrusting in and out of the latina hard enough that she was having trouble keeping her balance with the post, which was not attached to the floor. She said something to him and he slackened his pace.

"Excuse me, sir!" the employee said again, knocking on the plastic divider to get his attention. "I said, do you intend to use this?