CHAPTER FOURTEEN—MIND SEX
Peggy had always admired the young relief mail man. Not only was he a nice looking man with a great build, he was always pleasant and cheerful. Her regular business letter carrier was an obnoxious, obvious liar. He must have stayed up nights thinking about some of the ludicrous tales that he shared with all of the business owners in the shopping plaza. She would often hide in the back of the store at the time that mail was delivered. Tim, the relief man was a welcome change, and she looked forward to him stopping in to chat for a few moments a day. Lately, and quite possibly unconsciously, she had been trying to dress a little more seductively so that he might notice her a bit more.
Due to the worst illness reported to mankind, Bob, the regular mail man, announced that he would be on sick leave and may never return to the ranks of the walking or talking. “Damn shame,” Peggy thought. Well, at least she would have an opportunity to see Tim periodically.
“How are you today, Tim?” Peggy asked as the strong, young mail carrier entered her shop. Her shoulders rolled a bit more than usual causing her full breasts to dance slightly. She felt as if her fanny was rather well framed by the jeans she was wearing and would periodically turn around to offer them in their best light.
“Great! Don’t the leaves changing colors make you think of when you were a kid?” he asked with his ever-present smile.
“This is my favorite season. I brings to mind visions of marshmallow roasts, cider and hay rides. We used to always go on hay rides when we were kids. We didn’t too often have a horse to pull us; usually it was just a tractor,” Peggy said with a thoughtful, remembering look in her eyes.
“Too bad we never had the opportunity to go on a hay ride together,” Tim offered with a slightly wicked grin as he turned to go.
Peggy was caught off guard. She had often thought about what a nice young man Tim was. She hadn’t considered that he may have found her attractive enough to try to become intimate with. Before she could formulate a response, he was out of the door. She wondered whether he was serious or just being sociable. Peggy never gave much thought to having an affair. As a result she never developed many fantasies. Her husband, Jim had always indicated to her that he wouldn’t be opposed to her expanding her horizons so long as she didn’t become emotionally involved. She knew that he had gone astray on a few occasions, but she didn’t want to know about it. She knew he loved her and didn’t feel threatened.
Tim and his winning manner began to make her think about it. What would be so wrong with making love with him. The one thing that she always thought about when it came to sex was the man’s buttocks. She would close her eyes and imagine how it looked unclothed; rippling as he walked across the room. Visions of his strong buns tightening to pump his hard meat into her wet hole would generally drive her crazy with desire. She had done it now. She had placed the thought in her mind, and she could almost feel it. Peggy had to get her mind on something else.
As she busied herself with some overdue paper work, the thoughts continued to visit her. She imagined looking down at the erect nipples of her ample breasts. His lips moved gently from one to the other as his teeth gently tugged and manipulated each in turn. As her mind wandered, she felt her nipples becoming hard. The thought of his strong hands massaging her naked buttocks swam into her head.
Again she could see his erect penis entering her hairy love tunnel as his ass tightened to drive his bone home. Almost without thinking her hand fell into her lap, allowing her fingers to delve into the swollen lips of her wet pussy. Paper work wouldn’t do. She would have to move around to get this out of her head. Peggy began to do some stock work. Moving around the shop seemed to help, at least for the time being.
Six o’clock came and she was free to close the shop and head for home. By seven she had a light dinner on the table for her and her husband, and by eight the dishes were in the washer and she retired to the couch to relax and let the day dissolve. Again the thought that taunted her earlier returned. She tried desperately to get her mind on a sit-com that was on the TV, but it seemed futile. “Jim, would you like to go to bed a little early tonight?” Peggy asked with a feigned yawn.
“Go ahead honey, I’ll be in just as soon as I get done with the paper. I won’t be but a few more minutes,” Jim responded without taking his eyes off of the newspaper. Peggy could think of nothing but cock driving deep into her greasy love hole. She began by imagining Jim’s pole, hard and long seeking new depths. Suddenly, her mind turned once again to Tim. She tried to imagine how long and thick his cock was, whether his penis rested on large, heavy balls and how his public hair looked. Peggy wondered whether one man’s penis tasted any differently or felt any differently than another.
After brushing her teeth, she stood nude in front of the mirror. Her eyes were first attracted to her heavy breasts. She could see her nipples begin to harden. Without thought her hands rose to her breasts to feel their weight. Her sharp, painted finger nails gently scratched the surface of her marble-like nipples. Shivers of excitement shot like lightening from her ultra-sensitive nipples to her loins. Her hands dropped to her hair-covered pussy and spread its lips to reveal her pulsing clit. Uncontrollably, her buttocks tightened increasing the sensations in her moistening crotch as she slid her finger teasingly over this fiery nub.
Her hands began to travel from one part of her fine body to another, touching, teasing, investigating and squeezing. Peggy’s legs became weak as her excitement increased. She thought better of standing for this welcomed torture. Peggy sought her soft bed and quite naturally got hotter and more aroused as her mind continued its erotic focus. She allowed her fingers to dip down into the inner folds of her honey pot as one hand reached up and began to manipulate a soft pink nipple. Moistening her index finger with her saliva, she began to slide it back and forth over her expanding nipples. Her ear was tuned in to the sound of Jim’s recliner chair being released to the ground. Shit! She was ready, and she needed it soon.
Jim came in shortly afterward, took off his clothes, set out his night clothes and began to brush his teeth in the adjoining bathroom. Peggy couldn’t take her eyes off of his hairy ass and his heavy member swinging gently between his strong legs. Each time the head of his flaccid penis came into sight, Peggy’s excitement increased. Each time she saw the flex of his buttocks she imagined that he was driving his bone into her slippery, tight crevice. Closing her eyes she could see the thick head of his penis pushing the lips of her tight vagina wide open. “Do you suppose that you can do me a favor and forget to put your pajamas on?” Peggy said seductively.
Jim recognized the mood. Peggy needed to ride his hard cock and get a nut. He smiled his custopeggy smile and said, “anything for my beautiful love princess.” He entered the sheets to find that Peggy had removed her night clothes and was ready. He lifted the sheets to gaze at her lovely body. Her heavy breasts swayed delightfully back and forth as if they had a life of their own. Her nipples had hardened to the point of gathering a nice expanse of her lovely, soft breasts around them. There were wrinkles in her white tit flesh a full half inch around her dark pink nipples. As his eyes traveled lower, they settled on her soft, fluffy muff of pubic hair which warmed her slick vagina. The muscles of her stomach rippled with anticipation as she threw one leg over Jim’s thighs and devoured his waiting lips with her own.
Peggy yearned with the excitement that she had allowed to build throughout the day. Her breasts ached to be sucked and squeezed. Her thoughts traveled back and forth between Jim and Tim. Each time that she felt the warmth of Jim’s hand on her flesh her excitement increased. She was thinking about Tim’s hard tool investigating her depths. Soon Peggy slid down Jim’s body and grabbed his stiff bone in a tight grasp. Without further warning or delay, she engulfed his raging cock with her hot mouth.
Jim twisted around without dislodging his swollen member, filled his hands with the flesh of Peggy’s ass cheeks and drove his hot tongue into her fragrant pussy. They were locked in the careless, mindless embrace of passion as they had their fill of one another’s delights.
Moving slowly and methodically, these lovers became locked together in the traditional embrace of lust. Ever so slowly, he placed the angry head of his thick staff at the threshold of her slick sex. He began to slow fuck Peggy as he watcher her eyes portray a hungry animal. Gradually he picked up the pace in response to her pleading. As Jim drove his thick spike into Peggy’s gyrating cock-glove, he filled his hands intermittently with her quivering thighs, bouncing breasts, and rounded ass cheeks.
The globes of her full ass rolled and rippled with each thrust. Jim could never remember her being this horny. As Peggy came hard for the third time, Jim pulled his cock from her tight hole, aimed it at her gyrating breasts and shot his thick cream between her lovely globes. As she grunted away the last of her climax, thinking of Tim pouring his cream on her tits, Peggy filled her still twitching hole with one hand and smeared Jim’s hot come over her nipples with the other hand.
“I don’t know what made you as crazy as you were tonight honey, but if it was some kind of a pill, take two next time. You turned me on more than I can ever remember being turned on. I think it was the wild animal look in your eyes. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, honey,” Jim said as he gasped for breath. Soon they were both in a deep rewarding sleep.
The next morning Peggy woke first and found that she felt unusually sore; as if she had done hard physical labor the day before. Suddenly, she remembered why she felt that way. Peggy entered the hot spray of her morning shower and felt the pulse of the water dancing on her tender nipples. Soaping the hairy muff of her womanhood, her mind returned to the visions that she had trapped in her memory. Her soapy hands slid effortlessly over her heavy breasts, her tightening nipples, into the crack of her ass and between the lips of her sex. She was becoming turned on all over again. Realizing that time was limited, she hurried her shower and robbed herself of additional pleasure.
As she fixed the coffee and began to realize why she had been so horny, she began to feel confusion and shame. She had been thinking of Tim. She could remember seeing his ass flying as he drove his cock meat into her slick hole. Her shame soon drove the thought out of her head. Jim came out into the dining room and smiled at her. She tried to avoid his glance so that she wouldn’t give herself away. Finally Jim said to her, “Peggy, is something wrong honey? It couldn’t have been last night. That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had. I woke up with such a hard cock I could probably cut diamonds with it.”
Peggy began to whimper as she told Jim about her fantasy and the guilt she was feeling. Jim listened calmly as she explained her fantasy and who it was about. A slight smile came over Jim as he began to comfort her, “Peggy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I have fantasies all the time. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, or that I prefer to make love with someone else. It’s natural. Everyone has them. If it would guarantee that we would have sex like that all the time, you could ball this guy once a week. Just the thought of you having a fantasy about another man excites me beyond words.”
“You’re out of your mind! I would never make love with another man. I am married to you, and my body belongs to you,” she said with some fire. “I just found that it made it exciting to think about someone else. I would never cheat on you Jim.”
“Your body doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to you. I don’t look at it as though you were cheating or even wanted to. I’m just glad that you enjoyed yourself. It’s always been exciting for me to know that others found you attractive and sexy. How do you think I would feel if no one else thought you were sensual or exciting?” Jim inquired.
“Let’s not talk about it any more right now, OK Jim?” Peggy pleaded. “I feel very unusual, and I don’t really understand what’s going on in my head right now. I just want to stop thinking about it right now and get ready to open the shop.
“OK honey. Just don’t be too hard on yourself. You enjoyed it and there was no harm done. I told you once before that the only thing that would concern me is if you got emotionally involved with someone to the point that you lost your love for me,” he said.
Peggy answered quickly and emphatically, “I could never love anyone more than I love you. You’re my partner and my best friend. You always will be.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear. Go and get ready, you’re going to be late,” Jim said in a simulated scolding as he tapped her on the fanny.
As she completed the opening procedure at the shop, Peggy began to think about how she would feel when Tim brought the mail in. Would she feel embarrassed or dirty. Could she look him in the eye if he decided to talk to her. As the noon hour arrived her anticipation increased. “So did you hear the newest Pea Wee joke?” Tim asked as he opened the door and floated in. His good spirits seemed to make everything OK. She caught herself prancing a bit for him to show off her attributes. They talked about quite a few different topics in the short time that Tim was able to stay. As he began to make his last comments prior to departure, Peggy started to feel sad to see him go. “I wish we could have talked a little longer,” Peggy said to her own surprise.
“I’ll tell you what Peggy; I get off at four. What do you say I stop and get us some coffee and bring it by?” Tim suggested. Peggy began to stumble with her words, trying to formulate an answer. Tim hurried to her defense by adding, “I guess that was a bit forward. You will probably be tied up, and I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll be able to stop tomorrow for a little while, and we’ll talk then when I deliver the mail.
Peggy, having composed herself and got a grip on what was going on, thought for a moment and offered, “I’m not all that busy. It would be nice if you could stop back. I take my coffee with one cream and one sugar.”
Incredulously, Tim answered, “OK Peggy. It’s a deal. I should be by at about four-fifteen. See you then.”
What in the hell have I gotten myself into now? Peggy thought. I’ll just be leading this guy on, and he’s such a nice guy. Hey! Maybe he doesn’t even have anything on his mind other than conversation. Not all men are fuck bunnies. He may just want to talk and kill some time before going someplace. Her mind continued to develop various scenarios until after four o’clock.
“One coffee with cream and sugar coming up,” Tim announced as he entered the door negotiating his package. He had apparently removed his uniform shirt and was wearing his jacket over a tee shirt.
“Come on in the back so we can drink our coffee without customers gawking at us,” Peggy invited. They sat at a small table next to the divan as Peggy prepared her coffee and began to test its heat with her lips.
“I bet you were just counting the minutes until I got here, weren’t you Peggy,” Tim said with a humorous grin on his face. “I hope that I didn’t give you the wrong impression when I invited myself over for coffee. I know you are married and from what you say you are happy. It isn’t my intention to screw anything up, but you are very attractive and great to talk to. I just enjoy spending time with you. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to make love to you, but I fully understand the situation. So let’s have some coffee, talk about the regular mail man behind his back and then I’ll run.
Peggy had a slightly shocked look on her face. It was soon replaced by a sneaking smile. She was flattered by what he had said and couldn’t help but think how cute he was being. “Tim, I would be lying to you if I told you that I didn’t think about being with you. You look great and I enjoy talking with you as well, but...”
“I know. I know. Don’t say it. You don’t have to explain,” Tim said in an effort to spare Peggy from the embarrassment of rejecting him. Peggy set down her coffee and reached out to cradle his face. As if controlled by some unknown force, she pressed her full lips to his with closed eyes. His hungry lips caressed her own and soon moved to the side of her neck. She felt shivers running down her neck. Her nipples began to tingle, and she became aware of her moistening womanhood.
As she held his lips close to her hot skin, she panted to Tim, “I’m always so damn concerned about everyone and everything around me—trying to be everything that everyone wants me to be. I’m tired of trying to be perfect. I want you, Tim. I want to feel you touch me. I need to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your hard bone go off in me and paint my insides with your thick cream.”
Peggy jumped up abruptly, excused herself and told Tim that she would return in a moment. She shot to the front of the shop, locked the door and turned the OPEN sign around.
Upon her return, Peggy dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his zipper. She slid her hands over the front of his trousers, around to his buttocks and returned to quickly released his raging manhood. Her boiling breath danced on the head of his penis, and his legs began to weaken. Holding his massive, hairy balls in her soft hands, she descended on his quaking tool. First one inch, then another slipped into the comfortable sheath of her warm mouth. As the head of his rock-hard penis touched the back of her wet throat, her lips closed on his engorged shaft. Gently his hands cradled her soft hair, guiding the path of his erect, searching member. As her lips and tongue played on the thick meat of his cock, her hands unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them to the floor. Sensuously, her hands slid up the back of his legs and clasped his hair-covered buttocks, squeezing him more deeply into her hungry mouth.
Tim was heaven-bound. He reached down, lifted her sweater and released the catch to her bra. Peggy’s full, swollen breasts bounced into his waiting hands. Her nipples felt like marbles in his strong hands as he squeezed her soft, firm flesh. A croaking groan escaped her lips and made his swollen cock tremble as he rolled her nipples between each thumb and index finger. Reaching under her arms, Tim raised Peggy to her feet, pressed her close to him and drove his tongue deep into her open mouth. Tim’s hands slid into the elastic waistband of Peggy’s jeans, beneath her panties to grasp her smooth, warm buttocks.
The spongy texture of her undulating ass cheeks only served to increase his excitement. While one hand cupped one of her ample breasts to test its weight, his other hand dipped into the moist crevice of her ass to feel its heat. Dropping yet further, Tim’s hand brushed her anal button, and he could feel the soft, wiry texture of her tangled pubic hair. His search soon resulted in the slick swollen prize of her gaping love tunnel. Moisture began to roll from her as her mind was totally devoted to this erotic moment.
Peggy’s hands began to fumble with his tee shirt, his jacket having been summarily discarded. Her fingers searched through the lustrous hair of his strong chest as she continued to kiss his neck and shoulders. Soon they were both totally nude and began their short trip to the divan.
“Let’s take it slow, Peggy. I want this to last as long as possible. Get up on your knees so I can enter you from behind and play with your lovely breasts,” Tim suggested softly as his hands continued to start new fires on her highly sensitized skin.
Peggy slowly turned over and got up on her hands and knees on the divan. Tim placed his hand high on her shoulders to pressure her to lower her head and elevate her fanny. Taking a position behind Peggy, Tim’s eyes were blessed with the most lovely view of Peggy’s full buttocks and open pussy. He spread her cheeks with his strong hands and began tasting her sweet honey pot. Peggy groaned, “Oh, suck my pussy, Tim. Stick you tongue deep inside of me.” Tim obeyed her orders as he stiffened his tongue and rubbed it hard against her clit.
Shivering, Peggy whispered, “Fuck me with your hard tongue, Tim. Drive it deep into my hole. Fuckkkkkkkkk me!” Peggy had begun to experience her first climax as Tim continued to pay homage to her burning love hole. She pushed back against his wet mouth and reached under herself to pinch and roll her nipples. “I need your cock, Tim. Stick that big piece of hard cock meat into me. Drive it home, honey.”
Tim didn’t need much encouragement. He wiped his face with his hand and transferred the moisture to Peggy’s wiggling ass cheeks. Taking his long, thick pole in his trembling hand, Tim placed the enlarged head against the swollen, greased lips of her pulsating pussy. Immediately, Peggy began to press backward in hopes of expediting the entry. Tim filled his hands with her shuddering buttocks to control her rearward travel. His eyes were treated to the lovely texture of her ass. His hands were blessed with the spongy feel of her writhing globes. The scent of her sex filled his head with a heavy aroma that spoke pages of primal excitement. Slowly his starchy bone entered Peggy’s wet cavern an inch at a time. He heard her begin to cry ever so quietly. “Are you OK, Peggy?” concern filled his voice.
“I haven’t been this OK in a long time, Tim. Fuck your long pole up into my greasy pussy. Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. Squeeze my ass. Tell me you need your cock in me. Feel the weight of my tits and pinch my nipples. Do my tits turn you on?” she continued her staccato series of wild statements and frantic demands.
“I do need my cock in you, Peggy. I need it bad. Your tits turn me on more than I can say. The way you’re talking to me drives me wild. I can’t hold on much longer,” Tim said as he turned his attention to anything but what he was doing. He thought about taking out the trash. He thought about rug burn on his knees. He began to do math problems; anything to keep him from coming too soon. Suddenly Peggy rolled out from beneath his driving piston and collapsed on the floor.
“Relax for a moment, Tim. I don’t want this wonderful feeling to be over so soon. Kiss me,” Peggy implored. Tim tenderly placed his lips against Peggy’s eyelids as they closed. Her arms reached up to cradle his head to her rolling breasts. Tim reached down between her splayed legs, and his eager hand rested in the nest of her pubic bush. It was damp with her juices and covered her thick, swollen pussy lips. They pouted for additional attention. First one finger entered her body and then the other. His thumb began to circle her love button as her head began to roll back and forth in time with her moans. Lowering his head to suck on Peggy’s nipples, Tim began to rotate his fingers inside of her leaking tunnel. Deeper and deeper his efforts were directed, remembering that the “G” spot was within his reach.
Soon a gush of climax was released from her deepest recesses, painting his hand as Peggy’s eyes rolled up into her ecstatic head. “Oh oh ohhhhhhhh Timmmmmm! I’m commminng,” she groaned long and low. “I need your hard meat to spray my wet hole with your cream. Put it in. Fuck me hard, please.”
Opening her legs and raising her knees, Tim directed his gigantic rod into her slippery crevice. The excitement continued to build as he looked down and saw her pubic hair drenched with her own excitement. His immense member encountered no resistance as it quickly slid into her deepest channel. As he slowly withdrew his glistening rod from her tight pussy, he watched her pubic hair cling to his shaft. Looking across the room at a floor-length dressing mirror, Peggy saw the reflection of his perfectly shaped ass tightening to drive his bone as deeply as possible. She began to buck wildly. Tim rolled over with Peggy in tow. Holding her by her arms just above the elbows, Tim continued to drive his cock up into her swollen, glistening hole. Her heavy breasts dangled dreamily in his face. Periodically, he would lower her so that he could intermittently suck on one nipple and then the other.
Peggy continued to urge him on in the throatiest voice she could muster, “fuck my hole, Tim. Squirt your thick come into my pussy. Kiss me! Kiss me.” She lowered her floating tits onto his chest as her tongue sought his open mouth. His hands reached behind her and began to squeeze her wiggling buttocks. Allowing his hand to dip into the crack of her ass cheeks, he found that it too was drenched with her juice. His fingers slid over her slippery anal button and dipped into the rear of her gaping, hairy hole. He felt his own rigid penis splitting the grasping lips of her sex.
He drove harder and deeper as his hands continued their assault on her smooth, slippery buttocks. She whispered the language of love into his ear urging him on. “Fuck my cunt mother fucker. Drive your cock bone into my guts. Squeeze my buttocks and feel my heavy titties on your chest.” Suddenly he could feel the tell-tail constriction of his heavy balls as he prepared to spill his fluid into Peggy’s sucking hole. He drove it hard and deep one last time and froze as the love cream traveled up from his tight sack, through the rigid vessel of his throbbing cock, out of its bulbous head and into her gripping love muscle. Peggy took the last advantage of his unyielding bone and increased the speed at which her quivering channel slipped over the length of his penis. Her fingers dug deep into his flexing buttocks as her eyes returned to the mirror to lock the memory into her fiery mind. Soon, deep grunts began to issue forth from Peggy as if they had their origin deep within her. Their climactic juices mixed into a cocktail of aromatic desire.
The soft tender moments following their union glided away slowly. Peggy rested in his strong arms as he tenderly kissed her hair and rubbed the smooth skin of her back. “I would have never believed that we would have been together,” Peggy spoke first.
“It has been like a dream. Peggy, I don’t think that I have ever been that turned on. I have often thought of making love to you. I would come into the shop and look at you. I would try not to be obvious. I usually waited until your eyes were diverted to sneak peeks at your lovely body; the swell of your ass as you walked slowly across the room, the bounce of your breasts, the smile that slowly appeared when I would come in the door. I am so glad that you consented to let me make love to you,” he rambled.
She quickly returned, “it wasn’t a matter of consenting, Tim. I wanted you to. I hope that you won’t think less of me now. Once the heat of the moment wears off, I hope that I won’t feel so guilty that I won’t be able to handle it. This is the first time that I have ever made love with anyone other than Jim.
“Just promise me one thing, Peggy. Just promise me that there will be another day. Even if you don’t mean it. Promise me. Let me leave today knowing that I’ll have the opportunity to be with you again,” Tim pleaded. Faced with Peggy’s silence, Tim added, “if you can’t promise me that, promise me that we will continue to be friends.”
“Friends don’t need to make promises like that,” Peggy said. “Friends let things happen naturally and support one another when they do happen. Somehow I think that we’ll be together again. I hope so.” She silently wondered what Jim would think if he knew. She also wondered whether Jim had ever felt like this with someone else. She knew that she would again feel this wonder.
Suddenly, Jim snapped his fingers and Peggy fell into a deep trance. Tim’s muscular young form had miraculously undergone a metamorphosis. Jim stood in Tim’s place, pleased with the fantasy that he had led Peggy through. I knew she always wanted to fuck a mail man, he thought. He left her with the suggestion that she would not be guilt ridden, and she would relish the memory as a dream.