The next day there was another package for Sylvia. I got an instant boner as soon as I saw her name, the events of yesterday flooding my brain.
Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about the experience. I lay in bed unable to sleep. I tried closing my eyes but all I could see were Sylvia’s breasts and her bush. My wife had already gone to sleep and so I had wanked off……
Someone tapped me on my shoulder. “Hey, John, you ok?” I turned to find Lisa looking at me kind of funny.
Lisa and I started at the post office about the same time. She was small and lithe, a real nice gal and not bad looking either.
“Are you sick or something?” she asked.
“A…..no,….I was just thinking.” I saw her gaze drift from my eyes and down my body stopping at my crotch. There was a hint of a smile and she quickly recovered.
“Who’s the package for?” She asked grabbing it from me before I could stop her.
“Hey, no, give that back to me” I protested. She blocked my efforts to recover the package and turned her back toward me.
“Sylvia, huh. I’ve heard about her.” She looked up sideways from the package with an obviously evil glint in her eye and smirk on her face. “Was yesterday your first day on this route?”
“Ya.” Was all I was able to get out before she started giggling.
She lifted the package up into the air and shouted, “Hey guys, John delivered a package to Sylvia yesterday.” The place erupted and Lisa doubled over with spasms of laughter.
I reached around to try and grab the package. She wrapped her arms around the package protecting it like a football. As she did so she backed up bumping her ass into my crotch. I lost my balance and instinctively reached out to keep myself from falling. I grabbed Lisa and as I continued to fall backwards I pulled her down with me. Her butt landed squarely on my member and I thought she had broken it. She rolled off me still laughing uncontrollably. All I could do was lay there writhing in pain. A crowd had gathered around.
*Damn, why do people have to be so frickin nosey* I screamed in my head *I’ll never be able to live this down, my life is over* and I thought that it really was.
Lisa stopped laughing and was trying to regain composure. “I’m sorry John” she said holding back a giggle. She set the package down in my work station and offered me a hand. I scowled at her and then grabbed her hand. As she helped me to my feet she said, “John, it was all in fun. Don’t be mad at me. Sylvia has trapped many a poor mailman and you have been her latest victim. Let bygones be bygones, ok?” Several of the guys slapped me on the back welcoming me into the ‘Sylvia’ club as the crowd dispersed.
When everyone had filtered back to his workstations Lisa grabbed my elbow and stood in front of me. “How ‘bout I treat you to lunch today to make up for any damage, ok?”
I was still a little miffed at her, but was able to push out a little smile. “Sure, why not?” I accepted. |