"I know what you think in the morning....When the sun shines on the ground..." I sang quietly to the song coming out of my earphones as I drove down the quiet street. There was no one in sight in my little suburban neighborhood, which was weird since the local university had let out for lunch about ten minutes ago and almost all of the college kids lived in their own personal home their wealthy parents paid for, including me.
Normally I stayed on campus and grabbed a quick bite from the student union on my way to study hall, but a certain movie starring the beautiful Dylan O'Brien had me in my own little world of filth and smut since my first class this morning. No matter what I tried thinking of- old nuns, dying cats, my cousin's severe acne caked face- nothing calmed the roaring kitty in my denim shorts.
Just thinking of the adorable but sexy actor had me slightly grinding against my underwear to create friction. My eyes fluttered slightly as I drove, and I squirmed in my seat when I felt my juices seep through the thin material of my bottoms.
When I pulled up to the driveway of my home, the mailman, who couldn't have been more than twenty five, was filling the block's mailbox with envelopes. The white uniform shirt he wore squoze his large arms and enhanced the indentations of his toned muscles. I groaned at the sight, unable to control the dirty thoughts that ran through my head.
This particular mailman had been the center object of many of my late night fantasies....and even a couple of the morning ones.
And maybe a couple accidental wet dreams when I decided to have a sexy guy movie marathon on lazy Saturday nights.
I couldn't help it, though. Everything about the man just screamed sex piston with an extra dosage of kitten wetting potential. And boy did that guy have the potential to work me over.
When I pulled into the driveway of my small house, the mailman had stepped away from the mail units to get something out of his truck. I took his momentary occupation as a chance to quickly hop out of my car and race inside, shutting the door closed behind me. I knew that man probably didn't even know what the hell my first name was, but that didn't excuse the fact that I wasn't willing to be seen by him. I was very shy, despite my many lewd internet searches over the past several months.
I removed the heavy backpack from my shoulder and pulled my laptop out. It was time to work some anxiety out of my system, since finals for my classes were around the corner and I had been studying like the library was closing soon.
The couch was clear and the rest of the house was silent, giving me further encouragement to flop down on the soft blue cushions and pull up my web browser. The browser history had an extensive list of porn searches from past stress wind down sessions, and I never had the need to clear it since I was the only one who used this laptop.
When I typed in my favorite website, hundred of porno video thumbnails popped up, showing me images of girls with huge cocks rammed inside of them, or some guy's face buried in a girl's snatch. The sights were enough to make me cream, and I stood to wiggle out of my shorts. Thoughts of the sexy mailman from outside flooded into my head and I knew exactly what kind of videos I wanted to see.
My core tightened when I sat on the couch again, my clit throbbing for attention. I wiggled around a little, creating some friction as I typed my favorite tag into the search engine. A couple videos came up, showing girls tied to tables with muzzles between their lips. I clicked on a random one and the video started playing as my fingers slid between my legs to rub my moist panties. The sensation of tending to my aching sex made me shiver, feeling a current of electricity slide down my spine. As I watched the girl in the video be fucked senseless by the sexy stud, my fingers moved the fabric of my panties over, exposing my moist kitten.
I let out a low breath and let my eyelids fall, getting lost in the tingles in my body and the moans and grunts of the porn actors, hearing their imminent orgasms. It filled my head with an image of me tied to my own dining room table, with the sexy mailman standing above me, his large hand locked in my hair and attacking my mouth with his own. The image made me moan louder than necessary and my middle finger had slipped between my shaven lips and into my hole before I could notice.
"Ah!" I shrieked in pleasure, my hips bucking off of the couch. A flame I knew all too well was beginning to build in my stomach, spreading through my limbs like tendrils of smoke. They gripped my mind and clouded my vision until-
BING BONG! The doorbell rang through the living room, making me jump. I set the laptop aside, replacing my shorts and walking to the front door, feeling my release slip away and irritation slowly take it's place. Times like this made me wish I had a backbone so that I could give whoever was on the other side of the door a piece of my mind.
"What the hell is it?" I snapped as I swung the door open, only to be shut up immediately. The sexy mailman, also the center piece of my perverted thoughts, was standing on the front porch with slightly red cheeks and a package in his extended hand.
We both stood in silence for a moment, seeming to try to process whatever was going on. He looked slightly nervous, his cheeks on fire and his bottom lip quivering. I suddenly wanted to take his lip into my mouth and suck senselessly while gripping his bulge.
Holy shit! The sexy mailman has a huge package sitting in his navy blue trousers right now! I could feel myself staring, which was mortifying, but I couldn't muster the will to look away, or at his face at least.
"Uh...Debbie Marshall?" His voice shook slightly, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say it was thickly laced with lust at the moment. The sound of his heavy voice made my core quiver slightly, bringing my previous heat back once again.
I couldn't find the sense to speak, so I just shook my head as an answer to his question.
He nodded in response, thrusting the package toward me along with a pen and a clipboard. "I need you to sign for this."
I nodded again. "Of course," I said squeakily and took the clipboard with trembling fingers. My fingers could barely grip the damn pen but I held it still enough to sign my name the best I could.
"Uh, this may be kinda awkward right now but...." The mailman paused, scratching the back of his head and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "You should really close your curtains."
My head snapped up to look at his somewhat apologetic, somewhat hungry eyes.
Oh, shit.
I turned my head to the side, seeing my large living room window, with the drapes pulled. I wouldn't have felt so mortified by them being so wide open...if the window wasn't facing my couch.
My eyes went back to the mailman, whose pale cheeks resembled tomatoes. "Holy shit," I whispered, remembering his bulge.
"For what it's worth," he spoke quickly, trying to calm me, "you're pretty damn hot."
