Free The Mailman's Tale by Carl East

The Mailman’s Tale
     
    I'd been doing my route now for fifteen years
and I knew everyone, in fact, I took pride from the knowledge, that
people on my route called me by my first name. I’ve had a few
adventures during those years, the sort you’d read about in erotic
novels. There was one particular house where two young females
lived; their names were Charlene and Carrie Wright. I had seen them
blossom into the finest pair of young women on the street.
    Charlene had just turned eighteen and Carrie
was nineteen, so when they greeted me in the mornings, I was
familiar with them both. I knew that Charlene had just turned
eighteen, simply because I had a wad of birthday cards in my bag
for her. I was running a bit late that morning, as there had been a
minor accident at the depot, which put everybody behind.
    Charlene greeted me, knowing that I would
have a few cards on me. I sorted their mail out and then took one
out of my jacket pocket.
    "This is from me," I said handing her another
card.
    She pecked me on the cheek and started to say
thanks, when we heard Carrie cry out. It sounded urgent so I rushed
into the house to find a small fire coming from the frying pan.
Carrie was just about to throw water on it, when I shouted, 'No!' I
quickly explained that that would just fuel the fire, while
wringing a tea towel out under the sink taps. Then pulling the two
girls back, I placed the towel over the pan making it go out almost
immediately.
    They both thanked me and then Charlene asked
me if I wanted a coffee, which I said yes too. While I was drinking
my coffee, I couldn't help noticing Charlene's attire; she was
wearing a very short skirt and a tight top, which really showed her
figure off. However, more than that, she seemed to be playing up to
me, because once or twice I caught a glimpse of her panties, as she
bent down in front of me for whatever reason.
    Passing it off as Wishful Thinking I drank my
coffee and then said my good-byes, wishing Charlene a happy
birthday.
    A couple of days later I found myself back at
their house, delivering a few letters and discovered that the doors
were open. I knew their parents had gone to their friends home for
the weekend and wondered if everything was ok, so being concerned I
entered their home calling out Charlene's name as I walked in.
    There was no answer, so I looked around on
the ground floor but after not finding anybody, I walked up the
stairs. It wasn't until I reached the landing, that I heard moans
coming from one of the bedrooms. I quickly reached the bedroom in
question and opened it slightly.
    There on the bed was Charlene putting a
vibrator into her pussy, her eyes closed as she began to writhe on
the bed. I wanted to back away but my legs wouldn't move and I
seemed to be stuck to the spot. Her pussy looked so cute, she had
shaved her hairs away and you could see the moistness of her juices
sticking to the vibrator.
    My hand was resting on my cock, as I
unconsciously started to rub it into an erection, her body was such
a turn on, as she pulled her breast about with one hand, while
probing her pussy with the vibrator in the other. Then I suddenly
came and made a moaning noise, as the inside of my pants became
very wet.
    She looked up, covering her body with a sheet
and I felt so embarrassed, I said sorry and proceeded down the
stairs. She suddenly came running after me, telling me to stop.
    "Please, don't go," she said with a sweet
smile on her face.

    "I am so sorry, I found the front door open,
which was unusual and called out your name, but when there was no
answer I became concerned and then of course I stumbled upon you,"
I said wanting her to know that I wasn't a peeping tom.
    "It must have been Carrie, she's gone down to
the store and sometimes if you try to close the door too quickly
without checking it's shut, it comes open again," she
explained.
    I had stopped on the middle stair, when she
was explaining all this, with cum juices running down my leg as