As a teenager delivering pizza, I'd heard all the 'stories', which for the most part was all they were; about the delivery boys showing up at someone's door only to be met by a young, attractive, very naked woman. In the short period of time that I actually delivered pizza, I never once experienced anything even remotely close to something like that.
Years later, now working as a postal carrier, I'd heard the urban legends of the same type of stories, though usually on a much grander scale. Once again, during the five-year period that I spent delivering the mail, I never once encountered any such thing. Oh sure, I'd seen a few scantily clad women working out in their yards, some of which even made an effort to say hello, greeting me warmly as I handed them their mail. But the truth was, I never saw a naked woman, even in passing. Nor did anyone really flirt, or proposition me as I concluded my appointed rounds.
"Neither rain, nor sleet nor snow....nor a sexy, bare-assed naked beauty will keep me from my appointed rounds." I mused to myself as I enjoyed a beautifully warm summer day delivering the mail.
I'd recently been given a new route as the regular guy had retired. In a way, it was almost like being given a promotion, as it was a much easier route to deliver than those I had been doing. It was also in a much higher classed, upper neighborhood where everyone seemed to own BMW's, Jaguars, or Cadillac's.
I'd only been delivering this new area for a couple of weeks, just getting familiarized with everything when I had my very first 'experience', though some might say it really didn't count. The way I figured it though, anything that resulted in my seeing something I wasn't supposed to, counted. Even if it wasn't a direct come-on or "urban legend" flirtation.
Nearing the end of my day's deliveries, I had one last grouping of homes to deliver to. Parking my delivery van at the bottom of the street as I always did, I'd make my way up the long circular row of expensive homes, eventually working my way back to the van where I'd usually end my day well within the allotted time given me to have done so.
Just as I reached the halfway point in this semi-circular delivery, I'd started up the rather long walk towards the porch of a home that would easily have fit three of mine inside it. Two fairly tall hedgerows framed either side of the walkway as I approached. Because of that, I was totally unaware that anyone was working outside in the yard until I reached the mailbox near the door. Obviously, 'she' heard me as I passed by, standing up, addressing me as I did. Startled slightly, I spun towards the sound of her voice, dropping a couple of the catalogs I'd been carrying.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" she said apologetically.
She was tall for a woman, taller than I was anyway by a couple of inches or so. She had long brown hair, though at the moment it was all twisted into a knot on top of her head. Almost immediately I took in the fact that she was wearing a pair of Levi short's that had been purposely cut, almost a little too short, revealing a pair of very long, shapely legs. But it was her bountiful breasts that I really had trouble keeping my eyes off of. She wore a loose fitting blouse, obviously something she felt comfortable wearing while working out in the yard. With one more button undone than was probably necessary, exposing a great deal of rather tempting cleavage. I wondered briefly if it had come undone by itself, with her unaware that had. Or...that she for whatever reason, enjoyed purposely showing off those magnificent full breasts. I decided on the latter.
I laughed at her comment to me. "No problem. It's the dogs sneaking up on me from behind that I have to worry about. Not the women."
Somehow that didn't come out the way I'd intended it to. She laughed causing me to blush slightly. As she did, I saw one of the magazine's I had dropped, suddenly flipping a bunch of pages as a mild breeze blew through it. Several of those loose post-card things suddenly began tumbling out and blowing across the yard. As I stooped over to retrieve them along with the magazine, she did the same. When she did, I got my very first "this one counts" view down her blouse at those lovely breasts. Braless, those twin beauties hung there briefly before my eyes. Gazing at those soft slopes, each capped with a slightly darker patch of skin hinting at even more lovely looking nipples, I had to force myself to look away in an effort to actually retrieve the magazines.
When I did, I caught her looking at me. She had to have known what I'd been looking at as I felt my face redden even more deeply. Having somehow snared the magazine, I automatically held it out to her. Looking at it as I did, she let out a brief laugh. Flustered enough as it was, I looked at it myself and saw that it was opened to a rather racy advertisement of a woman standing there wearing a sheer, lacy bra. About all I could do was look stupid and grin.
"Thank you," she said taking it from me. "Sure is a hot one isn't it?"
I was still looking at the advertisement. "Yeah...I guess you could say that," I replied, realizing she was talking about the weather and not the photo I'd been staring at. She laughed, this time making it obvious that she knew I hadn't been discussing the weather.
"It is amazing how far they've come in advertising. It hasn't been that long since they couldn't even show a woman wearing a bra on TV."
Feeling foolish, I continued to look stupid, still grinning. That, and glance towards her breasts as I did. Another button had come undone, and now I could see the edge of one of those dark nipples's winking at me.
"Well, I'd better get going," I said nervously beginning to turn away.
"Sure you wouldn't like something cold to drink first?" she offered.
I had a cold bottle of water waiting for me back in the van. I watched as she removed a handkerchief from her back pocket, using it to dab at the glistening sheen of perspiration that had gathered between her breasts.
"I need to finish my route first," I told her evasively, having no intention of returning.
I was forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. At worst, it would take me another fifteen minutes to finish. She smiled, her breasts heaved with each breath, even they seemed to be smiling at me.
"By the way...my names Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam."
"Nice to meet you Samantha...Sam," I corrected. "Call me Brian".
I remembered looking at her mail. Everything had been addressed to an "S. Davis". I wondered if the "S" stood for "Samantha, or Sam".
"I'm recently divorced," she said, answering my unasked question.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be...he was a real shit. He got what he deserved," she added with a wicked smile on her face. "That's what I got for being a good little wife. Well...no more," she said with finality in her voice, though I considered her comment, wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind it.
"You like iced tea? Lemonade?"
"Either one would be great," I told her, though I was thinking I might need something a little stronger, like a Long Island iced tea as nervous as I was feeling at the moment.
"See you in a few then?" she questioned, pressing for my commitment.
"Sure. I'll be back just as soon as I can finish up."
"Good. Just come around back," Sam told me. "I'll be out on the patio with our drinks."
