The mailman

I’ve been a mailman for 20 years and I’m sure you can imagine that I have had some pretty bizarre experience. You always hear the jokes about some lady’s kids belonging to the milkman or the mailman. Well, I know for a fact that there are a lot of kids out there that belong to the mailman. As for the milkman, I can only imagine. I can’t say that I’ve had a pure record. Generally speaking, if I accepted every offer that came to me over the years I would probably have populated a small city. However, I am a married man and I have my own kids that I know are my own and I’m pretty sure I don’t have any stray kids out there. I do have some stories that may be of interest to horny males and females alike.

I remember getting a new route in an upper middle class neighborhood. On my very first day delivering I had a package to deliver. The house was set back in from the street and had shrubbery in the front yard that obscured the view of any drive by gawkers. I walked up the driveway to the front door and rang the door bell. This was a package the receiver needed to sign for. The door opened and a very attractive, well built young middle aged woman, probably not much older than 40, answered the door. She asked me to come in. I generally don’t go into peoples houses but she was persuasive and I had no reason to believe anything might happen. As I stepped through the door she closed the door behind me and stood in front of it. She was wearing a very pretty wrap around housecoat, which she promptly unwrapped and let it fall to the floor. The lady was stark naked and she was beautiful. I’ve never seen breasts so perfect and her figure was almost like looking at a playboy centerfold. She had dark curly hair in her crotch that hid her privates but I could see that the hair was damp. Either she had just gotten out of the shower or she was hot to trot. I hadn’t been able to look at her face. My eyes were glued to her assets. She spoke to me which brought me to my senses.

“…a what did you say?” I stammered. I had no idea what she had said. I looked up at her face. She had a broad smile, almost laughing and asked again, “Do you have something for me?”

My heart was racing, but not as fast as my head. My penis had involuntarily decided to respond to what any normal healthy male would do upon seeing a naked woman. She had taken me by surprise and I had no previous experience to guide me in what to do. I stammered, not able to get any intelligible answer out of my mouth.

“Here, let me take that from you.” She offered as she stepped toward me an took the package from me and sat it on a small table by the entry. She then took the board I was carrying with the card that she needed to sign and she signed it, setting it also on the table. Then she stepped within 6 inches of me and asked again, “Do you have something for me?” and this time she let out a little giggle.

All I could do was stand there looking at her face. I was frozen. She reached over and took my hand. “You really are smitten, aren’t you?” making more of a statement than asking a question. She pulled me by the hand to come with her. At that moment reality began rushing into my head and I resisted her invitation and spoke. Haltingly I said “No, I’ve really got to go.” Part of me wanted to run out of there. Another part of me wanted to stay.