Dear diary, yesterday, the mailman brought me a package that I’ll never forget!
I never in my wildest dreams thought that it would actually occur, but I guess sometimes dreams really do come true. His name was Patrick, and he delivered us mail every day. He had delivered us mail since I was much younger, growing up. Patrick was a strong and sturdy man. He had a thick and firm jaw, and big, brown eyes. There was something about his uniform that drew me to him. Other people wore their uniforms like it was a chore, but Patrick’s uniform was always so well kept and neat. His tight blue shirt accentuated his strong chest and gleaming arm muscles. He always looked so capable, and he always greeted me with a smile.
“Hello Asha!” he would say as he handed my mother the mail. He had watched me grow up in his own way. From seeing me playing in the yard, to what I would do now: Sun bake in front yard, during these hot, scorching summers.
I was sun baking on the day that Patrick took me. I was sitting there in my sun baking chair, looking as hot as I could. I was 19, and my body was perky and tight as any one I knew. I worked hard for it, but there were some things that I had, that you couldn’t get from a workout session. I had exceptionally perky and shapely breasts, which fit perfectly in my c cup bikini top. I also had a smile that could kill. My succulent lips had always helped me get what I wanted, and today I knew what I wanted.
As Patrick approached on the street, I turned onto my front, poking my ass into the air. My tiny pink bikini curved the inlet of my ass and traced its way down to my mound. I maintained this posture as I heard Patrick approach the gate. I arched the small of my back as the creak from the gate signaled to me that Patrick was here. I heard his steps slow down, which impressed in my mind that he had seen me. No longer was he the brisk and confident Patrick that I had grown up with. Instead, he was a man that was soon to be overtaken by a primitive desire.
I bounced over onto my front and looked Patrick in the eyes. “Hi Patrick!” I said. I was bright eyed and I gave him a sensuous smile.
“Hello Asha,” he paused. His eyes traced down to the cups of my breasts. They rose and dropped with my breaths, and as he was watching them he looked as if he had fallen into a drunken sexual stupor. He snapped out of it and came to, meeting my eyes again with a shade of embarrassment. “How are you?”
“I’m peachy Patrick. But I have an itty bitty problem. I don’t suppose you could help me, could you?”
“Well I don’t see why I couldn’t.” Patrick replied.
“I’m scared that I’m going to get burnt on my back, but I want to stay out here and enjoy the sun. Do you think you could rub some lotion into my back?”
Patrick’s eyes opened so wide that I was worried they might pop out of his head. It was cute, how alarmed he had become, but I wasn’t worried that he would back out. He would help me.
“...Sure, of course I can Asha.”
Patrick placed the mail on the doorstep and squirted some lotion into his palm. I turned myself around again, pressing my ass ever so slightly into the air. I could feel Patrick’s eyes running up and down my body. From my slender back, and the gentle arches of my shoulder bones, all the way down to my perfect apple of an ass, and the gentle love heart shape that was created between my thighs. I arched the small of my back once again and felt Patrick ever so slightly start rubbing the oil into my back.
“All done.” He said nervously.
“Oh no Patrick, it can’t be all done yet, you need to press deeper! You wouldn’t want me to get burnt would you?”
“No... I suppose not.”
Patrick had large fingers and I could feel that he wasn’t even close to exerting his full strength. But still his fingers pressed themselves deeply into me in careful circles. They pressed my flesh with exacting strokes and I was immediately filled with a deep and concentrated sexual urge that I hadn’t known before. I let out a little gasp that I’m sure Patrick had heard, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to hear.
“Patrick, do you mind going a little lower?”
Patrick said nothing, and at first, his fingers hesitated, but then I felt the soft tracings of his large fingers creep down to the beginning of my ass. He pressed and rubbed the lotion into the soft dimples of my lower back, and massaged gently everywhere that I hoped he would. I exhaled and gasped once again, this time, more loudly. A sweeping ecstasy was bubbling deep inside me. And I could feel it becoming manifest in a wetness that was mounting from between my thighs. With the bright pink of my bikini, I knew that it would surely be starting to seep into the fabric, and be visible to Patrick. I hoped he would look at it, take it in, know what it was.
“Patrick, while you are there, could you just get a bit of lotion on my thighs?”
“...Sure, okay Asha.”
Patrick was quicker to obey this command, which made me think that he was become more comfortable with what was happening. I was hoping that he would imagine doing awfully naughty things to me soon, and that he would end up succumbing to my desires. I also hoped that he felt the same way, and the ellipses that he was making with his fingers on the inlets of my thighs let me know that this could very possibly be the case.
I felt the gentle trickling of his skin on my skin. His fingers massaged the lotion inside my thighs, and around the back of my legs. He even made efforts to work the lotion into the gentle plumpness of my ass, which was visible from the outskirts of the bikini. I was so becoming overtaken with hormonal surges that I once again gasped, this time very audibly. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I wanted to see what Patrick’s reaction was, so I turned around on the chair very slowly.
To my surprise, Patrick didn’t move his fingers, and so as I turned, Patrick’s fingers wrapped and traced around the entirety of my thigh, to the point that when I was fully turned and facing him, his fingers rested excitingly close to my wetness.
I bit my lip nervously and looked at him with doe eyes. “Thanks Patrick.” I was then hit with a surge of flirtatiousness, and I thought of a naughty little idea which was sure to get me in a lot of trouble. “Patrick, I’m really thirsty, do you want to come inside and get a glass of lemonade with me? It must be hot in that mail truck of yours.”
Patrick’s fingers still rested on my thighs and his brow furrowed in what looked to be deep thought. He looked back at his truck, and then at the mail sitting at the doorstep. He then looked back at me, and where his hands were nestled precariously between my thighs.
“Sure, that would be good.”
“Great.”
I led Patrick inside into our kitchen, making efforts to stay in front of him the whole time so that he would watch the gentle sways of my ass when I walked. I also didn’t want him to know that I had seen his giant bulge as we got up, but I had. I didn’t want to scare him off, so I acted as cool as I could. I pretended that there weren’t a few thin sheets of fabric lying between his engorged cock, and my wet pussy.
As I bent down into the refrigerator, I perched deep inside, taking my time inside, as if I was looking for the lemonade, which was sitting right in front of me.
“So Patrick, how was work been lately?”
“Oh Asha,” he remarked more casually than before. “Work has been like it always is, great. It gets better every year.” I heard his voice coming directly from behind me, which made me sure he was looking at my bubbled ass as I fetched around inside the fridge. “Nothing I can complain...”
Patrick stopped speaking as I turned around. I revealed my cold and erect nipples as I walked over to him with two frosted glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. “...about.” He was so cute as he stumbled over his words. But my next plan was going to get him even more tongue tied.
I began pouring the glasses. “Say when...” I told Patrick as I filled up a glass. And then, as if I was being a careless and ditsy, I spilt the glass over all over my bikini top. Beads of lemonade trickled down my chest and drenched the pink bikini which cupped my tender and perky breasts.
“Oh no!” I fawned.
“Oh, Asha, you’re drenched!”
I smiled and looked at him. “Oh that’s okay, no used crying over spilt lemonade.” I placed one glass down, and the full glass into Patrick’s trembling hands. “Drink up, you need your fluids.”
I swiveled around from Patrick and walked to the counter, turning on the faucet and letting a cold stream of water flow out. I began to splash some water on my chest casually before remarking to Patrick. “Oh it’s no use, I’ll just get a new top.”
I can only imagine Patrick’s expression as I reached my hand around to my back and unclasped my bikini top. Nor when I let it fall casually to the floor. Although I appeared calm and collected, I was hoping that Patrick wouldn’t leave now. He couldn’t leave now, not after all that had happened. I needed him to do things to me, deep and naughty things.
I turned around to Patrick and began to talk casually.
“My parents are away for the weekend. It’s great, I feel very independent being here on my own.” There I was, standing in nothing but my bikini bottom. My full breasts were perky and hanging effortlessly in the air, as if they were floating. My nipples were erect and pointing toward Patrick’s strong chest.
“Asha...” Patrick tried to speak, but I cut him off.
“Wait, Patrick. Before you say anything, I want you to do something. Don’t think, don’t speak, just close your eyes.”
Patrick looked at me for what seemed like an eternity, but he eventually closed his eyes. I imagine he felt nervous as he heard my soft footsteps approach him, and even more nervous when he heard the soft thud of my knees as I bent down. But nothing would have made him more nervous than when he felt his neatly tucked pants being unbuckled and sliding down over his thighs, dropping on to the floor.
“Keep your eyes closed Patrick, just for now.”
It was everything I wanted it to be, a perfect shape, and a perfect size. I exhaled in sensuous release, and the warm air tingled him as he reflexively convulsed with desired. A bead of precum rose from his head, and I took this as my cue to taste him. I slowly licked the head of his cock, letting the bead of precum become a string that kept me attached to Patrick. My tongue was firm and his cock bobbed with my affectionate lashings. I brought one of my hands onto his thighs and the other one I brought to the base of his throbbing member. As I clasped down on his base, and he let out a guttural groan.
I took Patrick deeply and completely into my mouth, his aching member was delicious, and filled me with desire. I was overcome with the size of his cock, and I couldn't stop imagining it piercing my virgin pussy, overloading me. But I knew that I had to warm Patrick up, I knew that he wanted to see everything I could give him, and I wanted to give him it all.
I cupped Patrick's balls with one handed and tickled them with the tips of my fingers. I looked up and noticed Patrick groaning with forbidden lust. Here on the coolness of the kitchen floor, I could feel the cool air wafting over my wetness, causing me to tingle and prick with sensations. It was a wonderful experience, and I couldn't believe that it was all happening.
I lashed and sucked on Patrick's cock. I began to swirl my tongue over his head and run it down his shaft. Tasting every single portion of his swollen cock. Little dollops of precum edged out of the end of his cock and I tasted them on the base of my tongue. It was salty and sweet, and in every way delicious and intoxicating. Like I was tasting forbidden nectar.
At the same time as I was massaging his cock with my tongue, I reached my hand onto his shaft, tugging and pulling him into me with every ounce of energy I could muster. I wanted to see him groan and moan over me.
I pulled him and sucked on him in rapid succession. With each tug I grew in desperation and he swelled with pleasure. I pressed down on him with my lips, massaging each inch of his member until Patrick couldn't take any more. I heard a muffled moan come from Patrick's mouth, and simultaneously, my mouth was filled with his cum. Strands and jets of warm magma laced my mouth and dribbled out of my lips in gentle rivulets. A strand caught itself on my erect nipple, gathering and pooling before dropping onto my thigh where I was crouched. His cum was even more delicious than I could imagine, and I couldn't taste it enough. I swirled it around my mouth using my tongue. I sucked him and pulled him until I was certain that he was free of every drop, and that every drop was inside me.
I eyed Patrick, and he eyed me. He had a look in his eye of complete and utter satisfaction. But I knew it couldn't end there, I knew that there was more to be done to Patrick. I had to let him know how I truly felt.
Without saying a word, I gently removed Patrick from my mouth and stood up. I stood up, looking deep into his eyes, and carefully curled my fingers inside my bikini. I dragged the fabric down to my knees, letting it fall into a heap on the floor, next to my bikini top. I spoke.
"Let's have a lie down on the couch."
I embraced a sultry stride as I walked, completely naked, into the family room. A large, sturdy and soft couch was in the corner of the room and I flopped onto it, letting my hair lash out in every direction, sprawling across the cushions. I rested on my back with my little legs partly spread, exposing my virginal pink slit to Patrick, who was perched in the doorway, wide-eyed and open mouthed.
I casually let two striding fingers course down my body and caress their way onto my little pussy. In beautiful slicks, I began to tug on my clit. I bit my lip in ecstasy, sensing the eyes of Patrick looking on at me. I looked at him dead on, and began to increase the speed of my fingering circles. My thighs and ass began to twitch in orgasm as I brought myself to climax, all the while looking at him as he undid his top and became naked for me. His figure was more impressive than even I thought it would be. For a man of his age, he was very well in shape, and he was brought and mountainous, towering over my virginal body, shadowing me in security and protection. I writhed in orgasm as I admired his form, feeling my pussy contract over my gentle fingers.
In this time, Patrick's cock had become erect again, and if anything, it looked harder and longer than before. It looked desperate, and I knew what it hungered for. I couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck me Patrick, please fuck me."
Patrick climbed on the sofa and knuckled himself over me, pressing himself so close to me that I could feel his warmth emanating on to me. He kissed me softly and looked at me with tender eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I looked at him with eyes that urged him to continue on. He reached down with one of his hands, and with a faint sensation, I felt the tip of his cock massaging my pussy.
It felt unlike my fingers had, and I was excited at the unexpected movements, which were spontaneous, and came with a wealth of age and experience. But it could not prepare me for the next feelings. Patrick slowly pushed his way into my virginal pussy, and I was filled with him, and hormonal desire.
I winced in a newfound feeling. It was a complete mixture of pleasure and pain, and it throbbed and ebbed at my core, flashing through every fiber of my being and tickling me all the way to my fingers and my toes. I felt a deep pressure as Patrick slid his way deep within me, into a place where I had never felt before. I moaned and exhaled with satisfaction, but it was only beginning.
Patrick slid his cock right into me, pressing against the walls of my pussy, and my pussy contracted against him, as if wanting to feel him just as my mouth had. As he pulled himself out, I could feel every atom of my womb tingling at the sensation. Patrick’s arms pressed themselves onto my arms, holding me in place as he began to thrust. He wasn’t forceful, but he guided me and pleasured me in ways I could never have pleasured myself.
As Patrick continued, the deep weight of his cock inside me remained, but my grasp on him lightened, so that he moved more freely within me, and I felt a whimsical pleasure wafting over me. I looked down to watch as his member slid effortlessly inside me, and I watched the growing shaft appear outside me. His chest was reddened and trickles of sweat dripped down. His chest rose and fell in exhausted bouts, and in synchronicity, my breasts heaved up and down, swinging up and back with his thrusts.
Patrick pulled out and guided me onto all fours with his hands. I felt the firm weight of his hands press down onto my back, and his fingers wrapped around my hips, and pressed into my thighs. I felt the coarseness of his thighs prickle the back of my smooth legs and once again I felt the deep penetrative gravity of his cock sliding into my moist slit. From this position, I could feel completely new sensations and new places that Patrick was pressing into, and my pussy started to shiver and quake against the slides of his thrusts. I knew that I was going to orgasm again soon, but I wanted to hold off until Patrick was ready.
Patrick reached his hands all over me, gently focusing on different parts of my being. He would run his fingers down my back, tickling me. Then he would tug on my hair, pulling it like reins. He slid his hands underside me, to my chest, and gently cupped my breasts in all their roundness. And finally he sent his hands down onto my clit, gently rubbing me back and forth and in delicious ellipses as he pounded me with his cock.
I could feel a deep throb growing from within me, and I could feel more and more of Patrick’s cock, signaling to me that my grasp on him was tightening again, and I was coming to climax. However, I knew that Patrick too was about to climax, as his thrusts were crescendoing in heightening thrusts. Each push into my womb almost sent me over the edge, but I held off, letting off my sexual tension in gasps and screams of pleasure. Patrick reciprocated with grunts and groans, calling my name “Asha!” until I felt his cock engorge and swell in orgasm.
Patrick erupted inside me, and his load was overbearing and completely fulfilling. Thick nectar filled me in my entirety, and I could feel his warmth overtaking me in ways that were completely new and profound. He continued his thrusts and my tight pussy massaged the last of his seed out. I finally released myself to orgasm, and begun to convulse and quake in throbbing ecstasy. I deeply exhaled, completely throwing out all my breath, leaving me heaving on all fours. Patrick collapsed onto the top of me and pressed down on me, the pressure was almost too much to bear, but I loved it.
Finally, Patrick removed himself from me, letting a gentle rivulet of his cum escape me, and trickle down my thigh. I lay down on the couch, completely naked, curled in a ball of complete satisfaction. I was panting and so was Patrick. He sat above me, watching over me, until tiredness overtook me.
I awoke in my bed, feeling almost as if I had been drugged. I slept for the longest time. This morning when I woke up, I found that I had missed Patrick, but there was a hand signed letter at my door.
“See you soon. Patrick.”
The End