"Hi."
"Uh, hi," he mumbled and then added, "Do you always answer your door wearing a leather corset and thigh highs?"
"No, no, I'm sorry." I said, blushing.
"Don't be. You look good. I love thick women."
I slid my hands from my hips down over my thighs. I pulled at my garter straps, and released them in unison with a snap.
The Mailman's mouth hung open, his eyes bulging in disbelief.
"Come in." I whispered, and ushered him into the house. The door slammed shut and we were both startled; our fear was heightened by obvious nervousness, by the idea that we were no longer strangers. This was not a casual "hello". After months of flirting, this was the first time I had ever seen him without a letter in his hand. He wasn't wearing blue shorts that day, which was a great disappointment to me. The light blue button up shirt and logo were gone as well. He didn't even look like the Mailman who once delivered, in plain brown wrapper, the pink bondage tape that I had planned to use that very evening. He was wearing black slacks and a sweater. I realized his intention was to take me out to dinner that night. He wanted to feed me and I wanted to make love. I wanted to seduce the Mailman.
>>>We sat next to each other on my small love seat. I made it clear with my hand on his thigh that I wasn't interested in dinner. Eating was the last thing on my mind. I offered him a kiss, long and lingering on his lips then down to his neck. I imagined that he tasted like envelope glue. I licked his lips like I was moistening a stamp. He clumsily tried to unlace my corset like an anxious postal patron whose package is three days late.
"Slow down," I begged and pushed him away. He leaned back, embarrassed by his haste and excitement. He got up and walked straight out of my front door.
"I'm sorry," I stammered to no one, since the door had already closed behind him.
Outside, I watched as he walked to his car, grabbed a black gym bag and turned around, smiling like the devil. He opened the door he had just exited and walked right back in.
"I know what you want. You want what every woman wants." He walked down the hall to the bathroom and came out moments later wearing exactly what I wanted, what I needed. He was my Mailman again. He held out an envelope marked, "Special Delivery" and handed it over to me.
"Your delivery, ma'am," he stated matter-of-factly.
His navy shorts highlighted his best attributes, strong legs and nice firm buns. He offered up the envelope once more and I watched as the muscles in his arms stretched out to me.
I reached for it, wanting desperately to know what was in my "Special Delivery."
"No, not yet."
His orders startled me and I stood silent for a moment, awaiting his next move.
"Slide that envelope across those thick, luscious legs of yours."
I followed his instruction, beginning at my ankles. The letter eventually found its way up as I ran it across my skin, above my knees, then over my thighs.
"Slide it over your garters, then the corset," he continued, his breathing getting quicker.
I did as he ordered, and more, eventually sliding the package across my cleavage, greatly enhanced by the lift my corset gave me. His little game was awkward at first but soon disappeared. I loved watching his excitement as I slid the envelope over every inch of my skin, over the scalloped edge of my leather and lace g-string - against my belly then into the tops of my thigh highs. I paused there, and slipped a corner of the envelope into my stocking. The Mailman lunged and kissed me hungrily. I could feel his need as he pressed himself against my body.
He whispered in my ear, "Why don't you open the envelope?"
I closed my eyes as his warm breath tickled my neck. The contents of the envelope were the last thing on my mind as I took his hand and headed upstairs, the envelope slipping out of the top of my stocking was soon forgotten.
The next morning I awoke and he was gone, but the envelope that started this whole thing lay next to me on the pillow. Inside was a card holding an elegant gold and cranberry color gift card from Hips & Curves, and a note that read, "I couldn’t help but notice all of the packages you receive from H&C. I’m a big fan of the site myself and I hope that one day I will be able to see you wearing one of the items I’ve delivered. Perhaps you can use this gift card to order something to wear especially for me…"
By:
Susan Snow
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