My postman
My postman is so shy it’s unbelievable. I got talking to him one morning and he said that he still lived with his mother (he’s 45) and that he had never had a girlfriend. He said that he’d like to get involved with a woman but he is too shy to approach anyone and never goes out.
I initially thought he was such a little weasel and perhaps I should treat him someday to some very mild fun.
I invited him into the house the next time I saw him and we had coffee and a bit of a chat. I was dressed much more provocatively on purpose and had a gorgeous little black dress on which nicely showed off my ample cleavage. I was also wearing some very expensive, sexy heels and some fully fashioned stockings. My dress was so short that he could easily see my sexy stocking tops and toned thighs.
I could see he was excited to see me without even doing very much.
I sat right in front of him and treated him to a pussy show Sharon Stone style. I was wearing no knickers and kept crossing and uncrossing my legs for him to get some lovely long glimpses of my pussy.
I would also bend over right in front of him if I got up to do anything so that he could watch my sexy behind and get an even better view of my stocking clad thighs. He could easily see that I had no bra on underneath my little black dress as my nipples were nice and hard.
Something else that was nice and hard was my postman! He had a nice sized cock from what I could see looking up at me. The postman looked very coy and was just about to get up and go when I pushed him back into the chair he’d been sitting in.
I told him I would treat him to something very special and to stay where he was.
I unzipped his trousers and pulled his lovely hard cock out of his boxer shorts. He was a good size! I took his cock in my mouth and began to treat him to one of my extra special blow jobs.
It took him absolutely no time at all to come deep down inside my throat. Probably only a couple of minutes. The sense of relief on his face after his first blow job was funny to see.
He caught his breath and composed himself before thanking me for the coffee and went on his way. I told him that if he ever wanted to be treated again to just say, I said that I am always willing to help out a man in need of sex.