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An old, run-down house stood in a bad state. There were broken-down cars in what was supposed to be its backyard, and an old travel trailer on one side, with its door falling off the hinges. The trailer was packed with various items all exposed to the Pacific Northwest weather. Then, there were blackberry bushes that had overtaken an entire side of the house.
I knew there was at least one dog living there. I had to step through its yellow droppings on the sidewalk in front and on the path leading to the porch as I walked to the mailbox every day. The front door wasn't always closed, particularly in summer, but the interior was so dark I couldn't see much. I imagined that inside the house was just as messy as the outside. However, the dog never made an appearance.
A few months later, the house became totally quiet. The mail I delivered - bills and other regular items - started to pile up. It became clear that no one was living in the house anymore. The resident hadn't filled in a change of address form, so I didn't know if he'd moved or something else had happened. Then a "for sale" sign appeared in the yard. It turned out that the owner had died. When I looked online at the real estate company's listing, I saw that the place was tagged as "not for the faint-hearted," "a real fixer-upper." The accompanying photographs (I'm not sure why they would include those?!) made me suspect it was in a horrible state inside - as bad as I'd imagined. The asking price was less than a third of what comparable homes in the neighborhood would sell for. And yet, I thought it was too much.
But the for-sale sign was removed about two weeks later. Somebody had the courage to buy that ruined place. Within a week, I began to hear noise from there - hammering and sawing. Workers were gutting the inside and tearing it down to the frame. They replaced or repaired everything that could be. As fall arrived, repairs on the outside commenced: new windows, siding, and porches. Finally, a mini-backhoe re-landscaped the lot, and a new lawn was planted. It was a remarkable transformation - from something that should have been burned to ashes, to a respectable home.
Some fortunate woman was about to live in a nearly-new house.
I expected her to move in right away, but that didn't happen. Weeks turned into months. It wasn't until a few weeks before spring that cars full of boxes started to appear. I rarely saw the people who were unloading and moving their things into the house. However, I once saw a woman at a distance, near the end of the street, and since then, I'd keep a lookout for her. Her figure was curvy, with a little extra padding in all the right places, rounding out her shape.
I didn't expect anything would happen between us. I didn't even know if she was within my age range - maybe she could be my granddaughter, the thought crossed my mind. But then I thought about the possibility with an 'what if' attitude and it made my routine, mostly mundane days, more exciting.
When there was a parcel meant for her, I had to stay extra time delivering it. The managers didn't appreciate this
and expected me to finish but I didn't mind it as it gave me a chance to glimpse my mystery lady more often.
One day, while I was really pressed for time, I had to drop off a package at her place. As I stepped up the stairs, the door opened and there she was, standing directly in front of me. Both of us were surprised to cross paths. After I struggled to find the right words, I managed a weak "Here's your package."
"Thank you, sir."
I wasn't happy with being called 'sir,' so I replied, "My name is Sam."
"Okay, Sam it'll be. Did you know my name?" she asked, a little embarrassed.
"Of course," I said, a little abashed. "That's how the mail's addressed."
"That's right," she said with a sheepish grin.
The conversation came to a halt. I tripped over the small set of stairs as she made her way towards her car on the street. I pretended to adjust the mail in my bag so I could get a better look at her. She had a lovely body. She sounded her car's horn as she drove away.
I stayed, despite feeling a need to continue my work. Those eyes! I couldn't help but notice how they complemented her full lips, causing my thoughts to wander about other potential abilities of her mouth. Her shoulder-length brown hair decorated her face so beautifully. I guessed her age to be around fifty, an age I could consider worth pursuing.
However, my mobile device for package delivery, the scanner, began to beep constantly. This device would inform my employer of my whereabouts, making stationary for a prolonged time period appear suspicious. Spending too much time in one place could lead to a mild punishment.
The flow of parcels gradually lessened. On days when I stopped by Maureen's house, she would wave and flash that intoxicating smile. We had exchanged a few words before, and every time, it made my day feel a little brighter. I failed to notice how well-endowed she was initially, likely because my eyes were so drawn to her beautiful face and that enchanting grin. And she was so talkative, something that blew away my usual shyness and intimidation aroused by pretty women. However, eventually my attention turned to her breasts. Normally, this wouldn't have taken me so long to notice, but the sight of her beautiful orifice captivated me.
It was a surprisingly warm autumn day. I had a parcel delivery for Maureen that required her signature. This provided an opportunity for us to spend some time together. After knocking on the door, I waited around a minute. The door appeared, barely cracked open.
"Who is it?" Maureen asked, but it was hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.
"It's Sam."
"You have something for me?"
I was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond. Maureen's door suddenly swung inwards, a hand grabbed my pants from behind, and yanked me into the house. Once I found my balance, my sense of composure slowly followed. The door had practically flown inward, and her hand had reached around my waist to wrench my zipper down. Her lips curved in a wanton grin filled with desire as she dropped to her knees.
"I've been craving that delivery for quite some time," Maureen said.
I was utterly stunned.
I was shocked at my lack of surprise.
Her gaze met and held mine, and she started to move her hands on my waistband. I looked down to see her eyes, a gorgeous blend of amber and gold that drew me in. I couldn't help but notice her large, bouncy chest. Although I had already noticed her magnificent lips and smile, I'd only now laid eyes upon her substantial cleavage. Large streaks of lace crossed her cleavage, providing an enchanting view, but her jubilant breasts obscured the rest of her outfit.
"I think you'll enjoy this package far more than any other," she said.
Flattery holds great power, Maureen.
Eagerly she grabbed the waistband of my pants and underwear. My pants struggled to accommodate the stiff, erect member that they held, causing me to jerk slightly.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, knowing that I was fine.
"I think I would like a kiss to soothe the damage," I replied.
I nodded my approval at her idea.
Maureen gently kissed the tip of my penis, giving my entire body a pleasant jolt. She let her lips linger for a moment before climbing back up. She repeated this action several times, eliciting moans and murmurs of satisfaction with each ascent. Her fondness for my member was unmistakable.
"You look good in your uniform," she praised. "The blue really stands out against your eyes. But you're going to look better without it."
Maureen certainly knew how to flatter.
Slowly she removed my belt. Her fingers intertwined with mine as she continued pulling my pants and underwear down. It took a moment to free the part of my pants tangled in my erect penis.
"Any discomfort?" she asked, alerted to my involuntary jerk.
"I think a gentle kiss would calm it," I replied.
I smiled at her suggestion.
"You can kiss it better," she said, pushing her practically naked body against me and bringing her lips to my member. Shivers ran through me as she lightly touched my tip. The thought of how long I could possibly last crossed my mind, wondering if I'd last more than a minute or two when she really got down to business. As such, a strange thought crossed my mind: this act of petting would lead to my downfall if the scanner picked up my inactivity. I should find out what happens to scanner-recorded stationary behavior. Oh well. Oral sex was worth the risk of disciplinary action.
Her lips encircled my entire length. I was enchanted by the feeling of her hot, wet mouth as it enveloped me. Each time she rose, she added a few "mmm"s of enjoyment to her earlier remarks. Heavenly.
Her next tactic was to suck the head of my shaft ever-so-slowly. Her moist mouth slid all the way to the base, gradually working its way up. She repeated this technique several times, creating a mouthwatering trail of moans and moans.
Maureen had to have known I'd ram back down into her, eager for more.
Her blindingly bright smile captivated me, her golden flecked eyes sparkled with desire, and her moans echoed in the quiet room. I'd never felt such an intense level of lust, but I lost myself and thought little of the scanner's steady rhythm. I intended to enjoy this woman.
As I carried my heavy mailbag, my shoulder still weighed down by its weight, and my arms clutched a box, I stepped into Maureen's living room. With one swift motion, I dropped the bag to the floor with a thud and let the box fall, hoping the contents inside weren't fragile. My hands now free, I moved towards Maureen, her head bobbing up and down tantalizingly.
She looked up from her enthusiastic oral performance to give me a pleased smile and told me, "Your cock tastes amazing!" My weak, rehearsed "thank you" was all I could manage as I experienced the incredible blowjob.
Maureen's tongue slipped out and circled the tip of my bulging shaft, flicking and swirling over the sensitive spot an inch below the head. This motion sent me into a frenzy, and I let out a moan of uncontrollable lust.
"Is this the spot?" she inquired without pausing, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
I nodded, indicating my pleasure.
She moved her mouth back onto my head, and her tongue swirled and played around the area. This talented oral skill was pushing me towards the edge of climax. I couldn't hold it back any longer as my body responded with automatic thrusts.
Maureen stopped briefly to say, "Fuck my mouth, Sam!"
I responded by thrusting harder, knowing a finish was near.
She noticed, backing away and saying, "Not yet, Mr. Mailman."
Pausing her technique, she worked her way down my shaft with her lips and tongue, effectively torturing each inch of my member with passionate little licks and kisses. When she reached my testicles, she took each one in her mouth and began to suck and lick them, which I appreciated concerningly as I wanted this to last a little longer.
"I hope your nuts are filled with cum for me," Maureen requested, taking just a brief pause from sucking on my "boys" before resuming the stimulation.
I wanted that release, but my hands still tangled in her hair caused a brief stop in my arousal.
"Maureen, suck me, please."
Her beautiful green eyes smiled before kissing the head of my cock with a loud "Mwaah" and again took in my member, starting her process anew. When she reached the sensitive band just below the head, I moaned, surrendering to her oral prowess.
"If you keep this up," Maureen mentioned mockingly, "You are going to come soon."
As much as I didn't want to, I was powerless to her passionate sucking and moaning.
"Where do you want me to cum?" she teased.
Perplexed and caught off guard, I had no answer.
"Would you like it on your tits? Or my face?"
My hands still moved through her silky tresses as I retrieved her and guided her back to my cock.
"Oh. In your mouth. Perfect."
She quickly took my response into account and turned her head towards my arousal.
"Let me know when you are about to come, and I won't back off," she whispered before consuming me with her hot mouth.
With my cock filling her entire mouth, she slid her throat muscles up and down my shaft. This motion drove me towards ejaculation, and when she reached the hypersensitive spot again, I sustained her tempo and shared a tongue "Mwaah" with her. The vibrations sent my entire body into ecstasy. I held onto her hair tightly, and she swallowed the first surge of cum before stopping to say, "Not quite yet."
She moved her hands down to the base of her panties, revealing a matching black material to what she wore on top. To my fascination, her sides had quick release ties.
"Watch this."
She opened her thighs to reveal what was underneath that piece of clothing. I watch with desire as she dipped two fingers inside, emerging with juices sticking to them.
"Now feel," Maureen suggested, holding her fingers to my lips.
I sucked them in with hasn't desire, taking in her sweet essence.
However, the scanner's alarming beeping sound interrupted our moment, reminding us of the real world. Unfortunate but necessary, I located a button and pushed it, silencing the obnoxious beeps.
"I need to go," I playfully announced, saddened that we were finishing but happy knowing that a future encounter would surely occur.
"I was just enjoying!" Maureen gamefully retorted, showing me her fingers and again offering them to my mouth. I hungrily kissed them as I prepared to leave.
"I'll be ordering more stuff soon too."
I smiled, waved her a thumbs-up, and left with a skip in my step, musing about my new favorite part of my mail delivery route.
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