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Sexyads member Syy, wrote this story after thinking about someone they met on Sexyads.

“Special Delivery”

The rain was running down the window and the autumn leaves could be seen moving almost like flames of red and gold color in the breeze. I was typing an email to a new friend and getting very turned on doing so. I was getting erect fantasizing about meeting her and began to rub my shaft through my pants when the doorbell rang. Standing there dripping wet was the post woman with a package for me. Her eyes were on my rock hard rod, she said, “can I come in its awfully wet out here”. As she entered she brushed up against me and caressed by engorged shaft. She had a tight postal uniform on and I could see she was perfectly baroque and curvaceous with long wet auburn hair flowing over her perfectly round breasts. As I signed for the package, blushing a little, she said, "Would you like me to help you with that?" “With what?” I asked. “That!” she said, as she glanced at my huge bulge again. Really turned, on I said, do you think you can handle all of it? At that moment, to my amazement, she unzipped her blows revealing her cleavage; she took me gently by the hand and slid it into her pants. Her pussy was slippery, warm and swollen. She pulled out my hand and asked me to lick my finger as she guided it towards my mouth, boy did she taste sweet. She took my other hand and with a naughty grin on her face she closed the door and pulled me towards the wooden coffee table. This was about all I could take; my shlong was so hard it was hurting me, confined to my lunch bag Calvin Klein underwear. She asked me to stand back and watch as she peeled of her damp clothes revealing white stay up nylons garters and underwear. Then she striped me gently and lay across the coffee table with her legs spread wide open. She said "I have been fantasizing about you ever since you moved in, I have watched you masturbate through the window a couple of times and today is the day you fulfil my need for your big hard rod. I went to lick her engorged labia and she pulled me up and whispered, "Come inside first". I slid my thick 8' in slowly, she moaned gently and began French kissing me. To my amazement she came immediately, quivering, and grappling my back with her long nails. I continued pumping her gently being sure to bring my rod all of the way out before re-entry. With her soft voice breaking up from the continued orgasm, she said, " what would you like me to do for you?” Bend over, put your chest flat on the carpet, she accommodated without loosing a beat. I slid my hands over her firm ass. As I began to pump her feverishly, she wined with pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening up as my passion juice flooded the walls of her love cave. Once I stopped shaking from the ecstasy she had provided for me, she turned over and cleaned my dripping and sensitive meat by burying it into her mouth and rolling her tong over every inch. I was about to offer her something and she put her finger on my lips and said, "No talking just listen", I did. "You can have me every Wednesday at this time, if that is good for you just nod acceptingly. I nodded immediately. She got dressed and left. I watched her drive off in her mail van in awe and wondered if she meant what she said, as I began to rearrange my weekly schedule in my head so as to be available for her return. We got together every week for a year or so and then she just didn't arrive one Wednesday. I went to get my mail and found a note. It said simply "thank you, Zoë. I have never seen her again but often masturbate by the window fantasizing about the passionate and erotic times we shared.

Syy

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