Excuse Me…

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The queue in the post office was long. Long and tortuous. As far as I was concerned it was too hot to be stood in the line with an armful of parcels. In fact I could see that the counter had only 2 staff working. One a bored looking man and the other a younger, dark haired female who actually wasn’t serving but was filing her nails! I could see from the small amount of her body that could be seen, that her boobs were big. They may have been stuck behind her post office uniform but they were big. Definitely more than a handful!!

The queue slowly shuffled forward and my mind began to wander. I wondered what the counter girl looked liked underneath her uniform. What did her boobs look like? How big were her nipples? Did she like them to be sucked or played with? What kind of underwear would she have on? Was she shaven or hairy? If she was hairy was her bush wild or neatly trimmed?

The computerised voice shouted counter number 2, counter number 1 in a monotonous sequence which shook me out of my wandering thoughts.

I continued to move forward with the queue and soon I was at the head of it. The bored looking older man was serving another old man who wanted to renew his driving licence. The girl was serving a mother with 2 unruly children.

I could see now that the girl had bright red lipstick on, her longhair was black like coal and she had deep, large brown eyes. She flicked a look in my direction and I smiled. She turned away and carried on serving her customer. The older man was still stuck with the old man and I just stood there. I saw the girl serve the lady bursa escort in front of me and she walked away with her children. I turned away for a moment and when I turned round the girl had pulled her counter window blind down. What! I hadn’t even been served!

As I stood raging that the counter had been shut and I hadn’t been served I felt a tug on my shirt sleeve.

“Excuse me” came a voice from my left.”

I looked and it was the counter girl who had just left her position.

“Would you come with me please?”

I followed as she walked to the side of the counter, punching a number into a door keypad she let me into a back room.

“Sorry” she said.

“I’d had enough of being on the counter and wanted a break.”

I smiled, “It’s ok.”

She looked at me, “I notice you have a rather large package.”

I didn’t get what she meant and said “No, I have some small parcels to send.”

She walked over to me and took the parcels and placed them on a table. “Not those silly, this.” At that she had placed her hand on my crotch feeling my cock bulge which had been growing steadily as I had watched her.

She lent over and kissed me on the lips, as her hand caressed my bulge which was growing by the moment. She stood back and walked over to the door, sliding a security bolt across so it couldn’t be opened.

She then turned round and asked me to unzip her uniform. She was wearing white lacy underwear which answered one of my questions. I could see her large, erect nipples peeking over the balcony part of her bra. So I bursa escort bayan guess that answered one of my other questions. She then slipped her white thong off, to reveal a completely shaven mound, which answered another of my questions.

Sitting herself on the table she smiled and said “Well, don’t just stand there, take your clothes off.”

As I unbuttoned my shirt she opened her legs and started to rub her right hand on her pussy which I could see was glistening with her juices. She lent back and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy as I unbuttoned my shirt, before throwing it onto a nearby chair. Then I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my trousers which I let drop to the floor before I stepped out of them. She smiled even more when she could see the bulge in my boxer shorts, I then took my socks off and then my boxers. Showing her my thick, erect cock.

She beckoned me over and put her hand round my erect cock. “My oh my” she said, “what a big package you have.”

I slide my hand towards her pussy and felt how wet it was. Dropping to my knees I motioned for her to slide herself towards the edge of the table. Once she was comfortable I started lapping at her gaping pussy. Her juices tasted sweet and she moaned and opened her legs wider as I teased her bulging clit. Suddenly I felt her tense and a warm, wet sensation on my face as she shuddered and came on me.

“Don’t worry” she said, “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

I stood up as she slid off of the table before turning round and bending over. I slide my hand between her legs and felt escort bursa how wet her sopping pussy was. I gently took one of my wet fingers and teased her arse hole with it. She moaned as I slid it in and began finger fucking her tight, puckered arse hole. She moaned and moaned as I teased her. Pushing my finger in and out of her tight, arse hole. Then I slowly pulled my finger out and as I did so I slid my hard, throbbing cock in her wet, waiting pussy.

I gently rocked my hips backwards and forwards so that she could get used to my throbbing cock. I then lent forward and pulled her bra down so that I could feel those large boobs in my hands. “Fuck me hard” she hissed.

I started to push my cock in and out of her faster and faster, feeling her pussy lips locked around my throbbing cock. She moaned out loud as I pulled her jet black hair into a pony tail before pulling it back towards me. She lifted her head and hissed “come on you dirty bastard fuck me.”

I could feel my cum beginning to rise and slammed my cock in and out of her pulsating pussy. I looked down and could see it covered in her juices. She moaned in pleasure as my shaft tightened and my cum was shot, deep into her pussy. I let go of her hair and she bent forward as I slid my cock out of her. I could feel the tip of my cock tingling and she turned round. Dropping to her knees she then licked and sucked the tip of my cock. “You taste so good.”

She looked at the clock and then started to get dressed. “Thanks for breaking up the monotony of my day,” she said.

“Don’t worry about your parcels I’ll sort them.”

I smiled as I got dressed.

“That was definitely a first class delivery,” she said.

We left the room and I walked out of the post office, knowing that waiting in a queue would never be the same again.

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