A literotic sexstories: Special Delivery by Frodov ,
Roger thought he was going to have a boring summer weekend until he accidentally hosed down the mail carrier while washing his car.
Stumbling sleepily out of my bedroom I was nearly run over by my roommate on his way out.
“Hey! Geez Tom… Slow down! What’s the hurry?” I mumbled grumpily as I managed to navigate myself to the kitchen and the fridge for some juice.
“Good morning to you too moose face!” Tom said as he gathered up his camping gear to load into his car.
“I overslept too… suppose to go camping with the folks this weekend… remember?” he added.
“Oh yeah… you have fun out there in the woods with all the bugs and stuff.” I said grinning after I emptied what was left of the orange juice.
“So what are you going to do all weekend Rodge?” he said as he picked up the last of his stuff and couldn’t quite get a grip on his cooler.
“I don’t know.” I admitted as I picked up his cooler for him and followed him out to his car in front of our apartment building.
“I guess I ought to wash my car though.” I said looking disgustedly at my heap parked next to his. Tom had written “wash me… please!” in the dirt on the door facing his car.
“Good idea.” He said grinning mischievously getting into his car.
“Asshole!” I said smirking and threatening to slam the door on his legs. “Have fun.” I added when he closed the door.
“Thanks… You too.” Tom said as he backed out of the parking space
I watched him drive out to the end of the complex parking lot in his little red rice burner. I was about to turn and go back in when I saw our “mailman” getting out of her jeep at the entrance to the complex and start sorting her deliveries. She was in shorts today. Her Postal uniform black shoes and black socks didn’t do her justice, but those shorts could hardly make her look bad. I smiled to myself as I turned to go inside. I caught the scribbled plea for washing again out of the corner of my eye, and sighed, “Well… It is something to do.” I admitted to myself as I started a mental checklist of the necessary items I would need to do the job.
Ten minutes later, I was back outside armed with a sponge, a pale of soapy water, and a hose. I was still dressed in my cut off sweats and an old tee shirt, I didn’t see any point in getting any dirtier than I had to. I opened the car door and switched on the radio, and turned up the volume. “What the Hell?” I thought… “It’s after noon, the neighbors can’t bitch about it now.”
I was halfway across the passenger side when Sandy started making her rounds. I tried not to look too obviously distracted by her, but failed miserably. Sandy caught me following her with my eyes several times, and just smiled each time. So I smiled back. She had light brown hair… almost blond from all the sun she got by carrying mail. Sandy had a marvelous tan too, but it was those legs and cute little rear end that had me fascinated. She moved like a cat, so graceful.
By the time Sandy got around the complex to my apartment building, I was just finishing up the roof. I started to hose it down when Sandy popped into view…and the stream of water. I shut it off as abruptly as I could, but she still got a start. She sort of snapped back and let out a little gasp from the shock of the cold water on such a hot day. I very seriously considered just crawling under the car at that moment, but Sandy just smiled and said.
“Thanks… I needed that! Boy! Is it hot today or what?”
“Yeah… it is I guess” I stammered. “I’m sorry about that… I didn’t see you.”
“Uh huh…” She said suspiciously and smiling “Well you’ve been watching me for a while now, how come you didn’t see me just now?” She added coyly. Turning about three shades darker red I struggled for something tosay.
“I… uh… I didn’t mean to stare.” I said. “Oh Yeah! Real smooth stupid!” I thought to myself.
“Oh I don’t mind.” she said grinning. “And I wasn’t just referring to today.”
“Huh?” I feigned puzzlement.
“I’ve seen you watching me for the past few weeks. You and your roommate!” She said in a giggly voice, trying to look serious and sorting her deliveries for my building. She took some out and put them
back in her bag.
“Well I got to admit that you are a lot better to look at than our last mail man.” I gushed ready to turn the hose on myself and cool off
“I saw your roommate going out as I pulled into the parking lot, he going somewhere?” she said glancing up from the mail long enough to check me out not so discreetly.
“Um… yeah… He’s going camping for the weekend with his folks.”
“And he left you here all by yourself?” she asked raising an eyebrow.
“Uh… yeah… How’d you know that I had a roommate?” I asked her stupidly. She just help up a handful of mail and smiled at me. “Oh yeah…” I said grinning.
“Well got to finish my rounds… Bye.” she said and walked on to the next building with an incredibly sexy wiggle that I hadn’t noticed before. I could see a dark line down the middle of her back where the
sweat had soaked her shirt. It didn’t appear that she was wearing a bra either. Sighing to myself I turned back to finish washing my heap.
About a half hour later, I was inside cooling off with some juice, and the air conditioning on full. The sweat that I’d built up washing my car was evaporating from my skin leaving goose bumps on my bare
arms and legs, my head was still wet too. I’d just turned off CNN, and had turned on my roomy’s stereo, when the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, there stood Sandy. Her light brown hair was wet on her forehead from sweat, as was her shirt. That thin material of her uniform was about like a wet tee shirt by now… I could
tell for certain that she was not wearing a bra now. She had it unbuttoned nearly halfway down, and her smallish but ample breasts looked to be about to spring free from their bonds. Sandy’s face was red from the heat, and maybe from something else to now that I think of it. She smiled and held up some bills.
“I missed these until I was about to leave, and then I got a flat tire! Can you believe that?”
“A flat? You need some help changing it?” I said trying not to look down her shirt, but wavering.
“Nah… I can call the garage and they will send a maintenance guy out to change it… union stuff you know…” She said wiping her brow. “You could offer to let me in out of the heat and give me a drink
though.” She added smilingly.
“Please!” I said. “Come on in… juice ok?” I said feeling a little self conscious about my appearance.
I stood aside and let her enter the apartment, she brushed up against me as she passed through the door. After closing the door, I showed her to the kitchen. “I got OJ, some Iced tea, and some soda.
What’ll you have?” I asked reaching for a glass, and opening the door
of the fridge.
“Water would be fine… really.” She said as I felt her eyes giving me a thorough going over.
“Ice?” I said turning in time to catch her eyes snap back up to my face.
“Yes please.” She said smiling coyly. I handed her the glass of water and she began drinking, but never took her eyes off of mine. She handed the glass back to me and said. “More?” with one eyebrow ever so
slightly raised.
“Sure” I said and refilled the glass yet again and returned it to her. I nodded to the living room that was just off the kitchen and started to walk in that direction. “Phone’s in here.” I said looking slightly sideways seeing that she was following me both walking and with her eyes. I picked up the receiver and started to hand it to her as she set her glass down on the table. Sandy looked me straight in the eye and took my hand in hers and put the receiver back down.
“I’m all finished for today… I’m in no hurry to get back outside do you mind if I stay here a little while?” She said in a voice that could melt butter, as she slid her hand up my arm from the phone and started unbuttoning her shirt with the other hand.
“I don’t mind at all.” I said not believing this was actually happening. She had the last three or four buttons unfastened and pulled her shirt tails out of her shorts before I could tear my eyes back away from her breasts to look her in the face. I could tell that she was getting turned on by seeing me turned on, and she was smiling. Sandy leaned her head back and to one side a fraction of an inch or two and cocked her eyebrow and said.
“You like these?” and cupped her wonderful breasts one in each hand and lifting them as if for inspection.
“Very much so…” I stammered again looking down. My hands came up of their own accord and eased her shirt backward over her shoulders and it slid free down her arms and back. I then took them in my own
hands timidly and felt their weight and fullness fill my hands, they were incredibly hot to the touch, and wet from her sweating. Sandy in the meantime was loosening her belt and kicking off her shoes. As she lowered the zipper of her shorts, they just slid down her legs, revealing that she didn’t have on any undergarments. She stood there in front of me with my hands still holding those marvelous breasts, with nothing on but those black uniform socks and her shorts around her ankles, and some fat rubber bands on her wrists.
“You’re a little over dressed about now aren’t you?” She said stepping out of her shorts and edging up next to me, her hands now on the bottom of my tee shirt. I raised my arms and she pulled my dirty shirt up and over my head, then she took hold of the waistband of my cut off sweat pants and eased them out over my now fully attentive anatomy and then down my legs. She stooped to free my feet from the entanglement of my shorts and looked up at me smiling.
“I’m still thirsty.” She purred running her hands up my legs and causing goose bumps to pop up in their trail.
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