The grip of those vines was indeed very strong, and there wasn't a moment that Hunter wasn't on his mind. Still, there were more questions than answers at this point. Everything moved so fast, it all felt like a dream. A wild, sexy, perfect dream, but still a fantasy nonetheless. It was unlike anything Mark had ever experienced. He wasn't used to being desired. He certainly wasn't used to feeling like he had this kind of power over another person. It was all a very new sensation that he was learning how to understand.
Was it just sex, or could it be something more? Would she want it to be more? Would it ruin the fun if he opened up that can of worms? He was nervous about ruining the first good thing in his life in a long time. Suffering through years of a passionless, sexless marriage devoid of emotional connection had left him scarred. It's why he hadn't dated since the divorce was finalized. The damage to his confidence was severe, and he didn't know if he could handle another blow. But maybe now was the time.
Hunter woke the following morning, and opened her eyes with a grin on her face. She was honestly still glowing from the events of the prior day. She sat in her living room, watching the sunrise through the window, sipping her coffee, and wondered if he was thinking of her. She'd had a few flings between her marriage ending and now, but nothing serious. No one that came close to making her feel like Mark did in their short time together. The way he controlled her body, it was something that she needed with every fiber of her being. It made her wet just thinking back on it, and she couldn't wait for him to arrive that afternoon.
She also had questions. Neither of them knew what love in a post-collapsed marriage era would even feel like. She had walls around her heart that she knew wouldn't be easy to tear down. Of course she didn't even know if he wanted to try. All she knew was the way this man touched her, held her, kissed her and fucked her, made her feel like everything made sense in that moment. Her mouth was watering at the next opportunity to serve him.
Unfortunately, it seemed as though the United States Postal Service had other ideas for them. Not every day could be as leisurely as they required to continue their afternoon tryst. Mark knew as soon as he walked in the office that he was in for a rough one. He walked past the stacks of letter trays, piled higher than he'd seen in weeks. The hampers were full of packages that were overflowing. To top it off, his supervisor greeted him as he strolled toward his case with a look of desperation that could only mean one thing: overtime.
"Hey Mark, we're in a bit of a pinch today," his supervisor Alex pleaded. It's nothing he hadn't heard before. "We've got a lot of mail and a couple sick calls, do you think you could help us out with a piece on another route today?"
Mark sighed. In the past he was always a team player, understanding the needs of the service. The mail must go through, right? But today, knowing his mail was already heavy and that alone would set him behind, the thought of doing extra work filled him with grief. Especially considering the fact that all he really wanted to do was get to Hunter's house in hopes of a repeat encounter from the prior day. But, duty called, and Mark begrudgingly accepted his overtime piece. Hey, money is money, he thought to himself.
Hunter waited patiently, going through her day, emails, meetings, spreadsheets, inventory. The same things she did every day. She was so good at her job it actually bored her to tears at this point. No challenge, unless her underlings were being especially incompetent, which was usually the case. Fixing the mistakes of others was her norm. But at least she could handle it, the money was good and the hours better. She couldn't help but be constantly staring out the window, waiting for a particular mailman to come strolling by. It's not as if they'd exactly exchanged numbers between getting completely caught up in the passion of each other's bodies, so Mark had no way of warning her that he'd be very late that day. She looked back and forth from her dogs who were always ready to sound the alarm of the approaching intruder, and the window, just hoping to catch a glimpse.
By the time Mark had finished his overtime work he was already almost two hours behind schedule, and even as he rushed to make it through his own route, the additional volume of mail was too much to overcome. He thought to himself there's just no way he was getting what he wanted today. He was saddened, obviously, but there was nothing he could do about it. Of course the job would have to come first. She'd understand, he hoped.
Hunter was smart enough to figure out that as the hours of the clock ticked past, something had to be up. Either he was off that day, and his replacement was really struggling to keep up to his pace, or his day was especially miserable. She was deviously hoping for the latter. She finished her daily work tasks and hung up her headset, all the while formulating a plan. She slipped out of her casual work attire, went to her bedroom and put on something sexier, a lacy black lingerie bodysuit that gripped every curve of her frame just right. She did her makeup and glided a light pink lipstick over her lips. As a final touch, she braided her long dark hair into a ponytail, emerging from her bedroom looking like a goddess, and she waited.
With each passing moment she grew hungrier, hornier for him to arrive. At this point she really hoped it wasn't his day off. Finally, after what felt like an eternal torture, she heard her dogs run to the window and start barking, the tell-tale sign of an approaching letter carrier. She leapt to her feet, and quickly followed them, peeking out the window from behind the curtain. Certain to not be seen, but of course, she had to be sure it was, in fact, him.
