Quite often I am home alone in the mornings as I work early or late shifts and spend some time chatting with people from around the world sometimes Australians who are up late or Americans who are up early. However a while back I chatted with an English guy who seemed to be online quite often, especially when he knew I was about.

He was a lot older than me and seemed to like the naughty stories I would tell him about stuff I did with my friends. Sometimes if I was naked he would dare me to stand by the window and show myself to guys going past, I hid from kids and Mums. I would pretend to be involved in a call on my mobile and be distracted.

One day a delivery man came and I had to quickly cover up to answer the door in my undies. My friend then dared me to answer the door naked the next time. I said No Way, but he teased away at me and in time I came round to the idea. I guess the mail man or a delivery guy knocks maybe two times a week as my folks shop online a lot.

So, this day comes and I am naked in the lounge at home chatting with my friend on Messenger and I saw the mail man leave his little cart in the road and walk up our driveway with some letters and a parcel. He is a guy like my dads age, maybe a little younger and is fairly regular on the round. It just clicked and I thought, Yeah, this is the day. It's today or never. The bell rang and I didn't have time to tell my friend what was happening. I went to the door.

I opened the door a little and took the parcel and letters and he said he needed a signature. My mind was like completely blank even though I'd planned it in my head loads of times. I blurted out something like, I can't open the door, youll just have to come in, so he stepped inside. I signed his tablet and he smiled and said that this was the first time this had happened to him in 15 years and we both laughed and I said it was the first time for me too. He was cool, he certainly looked but didn't touch.

As he was going, I just said, I'm making tea, do you want one? He said he had to finish his round but would be done by 11, about 20 minutes later, if that was okay. I just replied "Sure" and closed the door behind him.

I quickly messaged my friend to tell him what Id done but didn't get a message back, he must have been busy. I slipped on a sundress and got ready for the mail mans return.

Right on time the bell rang again and I answered the door. The mail trolley was parked discretely in the drive and I invited the guy back to the kitchen and sat him at the table while I poured the tea. I took it over to him along with a plate with a couple of biscuits on and a condom in its silver wrapper. He didn't notice, or at least didn't say about the condom but sipped his tea and looked up at me. You got dressed, he said disappointedly. I told him I could take it off if he preferred, he didn't answer but just looked at me. I pulled the bodice down and exposed my titties for him, then slowly and as seductively as I could pushed the dress down till it was on the floor. He reached out and touched me as I stood in front of him, facing him with my feet a little apart all exposed. "Whats this for" he asked picking up the condom. "In case you get lucky", I replied. He looked me in the face and said, "I already did, didn't I ?" and I replied "Yes" and kind of giggled

He sat me on the edge of the table and pushed my legs apart and stood between them. I asked him What about the condom as he rubbed the head of his growing cock up and down my pussy crack. He said he already had the kids and his wife and made him have the snip, and anyway he guessed I was already protected and I shouldn't play stupid fucking games if I wasn't prepared. He changed as he pushed me back flat on the table and his bare cock went inside me and called me very rude names, said I was a dirty little slut and worse. After a few minutes he shot a big load inside me and said I was a great fuck and had a tight little c**t .

When he pulled out I got on my knees in front of him and licked him all clean and pulled up his pants. As he went towards the door he looked back at me with my now dripping pussy and just said Good Job and left.

We have never repeated and if we meet in the street just say a polite Good Morning, but I know he will never forget me. My online friend was pretty shocked when I told him, I think he thought I was just bluffing. I dont bluff lol

I just checked through this and it reads like it was really smooth and orderly, well it wasn't, there were plenty of awkward and embarrassing moments it's just my memory kind of tidies them all up. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed reliving it
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