Just a bill

The letter in hand, Vanessa sat down at the table. As she opened the letter, she tried to focus on its contents, but her mind kept wandering back to the postman and his reaction to her freely wobbling breasts. Vanessa's eyes darted to the window, remembering the postman's gaze. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she imagined his reaction to her exposed body. With shaky hands, she opened the letter, hoping its contents would distract her.

Vanessa read the letter. It was just a bill, nothing too serious. As Vanessa finished reading the letter, she couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of shame and arousal. She tried to push away the thoughts of the postman and his unwitting voyeurism, focusing instead on the task at hand: paying the bill. As Vanessa started walking into her room to get her laptop in order to pay the bill (with significant bounce in her step and inside her sweater), she heard the doorbell ring. Vanessa hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. It couldn't be the postman returning, could it? Slowly, she walked towards the door, trying to compose herself. As she reached for the door handle, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerves.