The next morning, I approached Sylvia’s house with trepidation. In fact I rather nervously walked past it several times. I didn’t have any large package for her, just regular mail. I could, if I chose, just run up to the mail box and slide it in. But I could see her in the living room of her house, pacing about totally, gorgeously naked. And the mail box was right by the front door. I swallowed with a dry mouth and delivered to all of Sylvia’s neighbours, before returning again to her house.
Cautiously I made my way to the front door. I opened the mail box silently and slid the mail in. Suddenly my ear was drawn to the sound of a long drawn out squeak. The front door was opening slowly and behind it was the naked form of Sylvia.
“Would you like to come in again?” she asked.
I shuffled and averted my eyes and made my excuses.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” she pouted. “I know you do.” She reached towards my crotch and gave my hard cock a tweak through my uniform, before I could dodge back.
“Yes, yes. You’re very beautiful,” I stammered. “Its not that. Its just that… it… it wouldn’t be right.”
“With that I stumbled away.”
The rest of the week, and the ones that followed, saw a similar pattern. The only difference was that I prevaricated for less time before delivering to Sylvia’s house and I grew less nervous in her presence. But I did not allow myself to be seduced by her again.
Then several days past when I did not see Sylvia at all and I figured she had given up on trying to seduce me.
But it was not long before I was confronted with the thing that I had dreaded the most at the sorting office: Another package for Sylvia ‘s address that required a signature. And soon I was nervously making my way towards the house once more.
I rang on the bell and tried to look calm and professional. There was no response. I rang again and heard a feminine voice call: “Just a minute”. Curiously, it sounded higher and lighter than Sylvia’s.
Finally a figure appeared at the door and opened it. Standing before me was a gorgeous young blonde of about 18, fully dressed, but wearing a very tight pink top and very short denim miniskirt.
“Uh… I… er have a package for Sylvia,” I managed to mumble, as my cock grew uncomfortably hard.
“Actually, it’s a package for me,” the teenager replied coolly. “I’m Stacy, Sylvia’s daughter.” |