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The Mail Lady, Part 1
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The Mail Lady, Part 1 Growing up my family all lived in the same area. In a small town generally everyone knows each other's business, and when there's something people are trying to hide it quickly gets out. My Uncle had a business next to my house where I'd work occasionally during the summers where I had some interesting encounters with some of the other<b> teenagers </font></b>who worked there. Let's just say that pretty much everyone was doing somebody at work. One of the things that my mother used to complain a lot about was that it took forever for the mail to arrive. The mail truck used to always be next door for at least an hour. Having worked there I often saw my Uncle having lunch with the mail lady, Karen. Something else I noticed about her, she made the horrible mail uniforms look pretty damn good. One day I was cleaning up in the back when I heard someone sneaking into one of the outbuildings. Since I never knew who was fooling around with whom I figured I'd be nosy and stealthily check out what was going on. The outbuilding was in pretty rough shape and there were a lot of places where you could look through cracks right into the one big open room. The light was bad from my angle but I could see two people's shape obviously removing their clothes. I moved around to the other side of the barn so I could see better. Much to my surprise I could see that my Uncle was indeed having lunch. In fact, he was having Karen for lunch, and from the hushed moans she was making she didn't seem to mind being the main course. At this point in my life I hadn't yet had the pleasure of eating a woman, but I resolved to try that soon because they both were obviously enjoying themselves. I could see that Karen would move her hips to get exactly the right speed and pressure she needed and my Uncle responded with enthusiasm matching her moves. After a few minutes Karen covered her mouth and arched her back as she came and as soon as she settled back down to the table my Uncle was pulling her onto a very hard cock. It was pretty hot to watch these two fucking with such abandon not knowing that they were being watched. Eventually Karen got off the table and bent over so that my Uncle could pound her from behind which she seemed to really enjoy. I was about 10 feet away and on the other side of the wall so I felt pretty safe that I wouldn't be spotted by the lovers inside. Unfortunately I was completely exposed to the outside and it would be pretty obvious to anyone that I was looking through the cracks in the boards at something. I struggled with wanting to watch and realizing that at any moment some of the other workers might come around and see me. I looked around and didn't see anyone. Fuck it, I was going to watch this to the end. I looked back through the crack and watched Karen's breasts swinging as she met each of my Uncle's deep strokes. So hot! My cock was damn hard and I wish I could have been naked in front of her so that my Uncle was pushing her mouth onto my cock. I thought about pulling my cock out and stroking it in unison with their pumping, but I was completely exposed. And that's when I noticed I wasn't the only observer. Karen was looking right at me, and some movement I made must have attracted her attention. Instead of panicking she decided to put on a show for me. Her back thrusts became more enthusiastic and she moaned a little bit louder. I could tell by the sounds that my Uncle was making that he was getting close to his orgasm and Karen started to egg him on. "Come on, do it, come for me!" "I want you to come deep in my pussy." "Fuck me, I'm going to come with you!" And then he was coming, she was coming, and in the back of my head I could hear my mother complaining that the mail was late again. I decided at that moment to get out of there. Perhaps I could sneak off and find someplace quiet to relieve my built up passion. |
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