Men in Shorts

by Lori Perkins

  Come on, give me a break. Is one good night’s sleep that much to ask for? Only one night to let the dream get to the end.

  It was Thursday, and her day off. Instead of running errands, she had to stay home, and wait for the tow truck to take her car away for repair. It had died just as she pulled into the driveway yesterday. That was the last time she would buy a used car.

  Two years, and all it ever did for her was give her one headache after another. If it wasn’t an oil leak, it was a blown transmission. The only thing that could make this day better would be to finally receive her bonus from work. She’d waited since Monday, and nothing had arrived yet. The only good thing about having to wait for the mail was that she would get the chance to see the gorgeous new mailman who had started delivering mail the previous Friday.

  While she took her mug from the cupboard, she lost hold of the sheet wrapped around her. The sudden cool air brushed against her. It sent a shiver down her back and perked up her nipples. She quickly covered herself with her hands and bent down for her sheet.

  A little too early to give the neighbors a peep show, she thought to herself as she smiled.

  As she was tying the sheet back around her, the doorbell rang.

  It was after eight. The tow truck couldn’t be here this early. The garage specifically told her the driver wouldn’t arrive until late morning, or early afternoon.

  Peeking out the window, she spotted the mailman. He was dressed in navy shorts, and blue short sleeved shirt standing at the door holding a package and looking around.

  A seductive smile spread across her lips. What a sight to see this early in the morning.

  Tightening the sheet around herself, she opened the door just enough to reach out for the package.

  “Good morning. I…” His words began to trail off.

  His eyebrows rose, and a devilish smile spread across his face. “You certainly know how to make my morning, don’t you?”

  Kara smiled. “I bet you say that to all the ladies you meet while delivering their mail.”

  Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a pen. “Nope, just the beautiful ones, and so far you’re my first.” She noticed the shiny tongue ring in his mouth, as he smiled.

  Kara’s face heated, and as she sized him up. He had the most beautiful green eyes. Ones in which she was already getting lost.

  Holding the makeshift outfit with one hand, she opened the door a little further as he passed the small brown box to her. She reached out, and her fingers accidentally brushed against his hand. What a fine hand it was. One which was very masculine, and had strong fingers.

  As usual, her mind began to swirl with all the naughty little things she would love him to do with those hands, one of them being to feel him caress every itty bitty part of her. And that tongue ring. That was an added bonus that she’d love to experience. The thought of his tongue lapping at her juices as she came frantically in his grasp burned in her mind

  That only resulted with an ache building between her thighs, and a pair of hardened nipples.

  Kara put the box on the table next to her. She needed to have both hands free, one to keep a hold of her sheet, and the other to sign for the parcel. It wouldn’t be that bad if the guy saw her naked, it was the rest of the neighborhood that would have a problem with it. Nothing interesting ever happen around the quiet New Jersey neighborhood. Her naked appearance on the front step would surely get the street gossiping.

  Some of the neighbors were obsessed with clothes, and loved to blow a gasket the moment they saw any nudity. Who knew why? They were just a bunch of prudes.

  The hunky mailman in front of her passed her the clipboard, and then the pen he’d retrieved earlier.

  “Please initial and sign where at the X,” he said, as he handed it to her.

  “Sure thing.” Then she returned the clipboard back to him.

  His glance lingered for a while after he took the clipboard from her, before he turned around and walked down the front steps.

  “You have a good day now,” he said. Then he winked at her and turned back around to continue on his way down her front steps towards the pathway.

  Kara stood watching from behind the slightly jarred door as he walked down the sidewalk and disappeared behind the bushes.

  A half sigh and moan escaped her lips as she shut the door and leaned against it.

  Mmmmmmm. He is one hot mailman.

  The sight of him only intensified her ache, and she could feel her juices building up.

  She was definitely going to need a nice cold shower to get her body back to functional state.

  Kara left the door and didn’t bother to open her delivery. She just headed right back up the stairs straight for that cold shower.

  Every step she took, she shook her head in disappointment because she hadn’t invited the hot mailman to come inside. Right now she could have been ass-naked in bed, and riding him until she was spent. She just gave that up all because she was too scared to make a move. She had to get over it, and just do it if she ever wanted to make her fantasy come true.

  Her cold shower earlier in the day did nothing to calm her down. Every time she tried to focus on work, Kara’s mind drifted back to her hunky visitor. That only resulted in more cold showers. Five more to be exact. None of them were doing the job to put the fire put.

  She’d spent the day at home waiting for the tow truck to show up, and called made numerous times. All they ever told her was, “Don’t worry, someone will be there shortly to pick up your car.” It was already after six in the evening, and there was no way that someone was coming tonight.

  Sighing, Kara grabbed a load of laundry she’d done late last night, and headed upstairs to put it away. The moment she hit the top step, the doorbell rang.

  Oh, now they decide to show up.

  Kara set the basket at the top, and headed back down the stairs.

  “What the heck took you so long? I told you guys over the phone I need the car fixed as soon as possible,” she said loudly, as she neared the door.

  She was more then ready to give them a piece of her mind. After what she had to tell them they’d never treat her like that again.

  “So what’s your excuse this time?” she said, as she opened the door.

  To her amusement, the person on the other side of the door was not the tow truck driver. It was her sexy mailman, but he wasn’t in uniform anymore. He was now dressed in blue jeans and a white tight short sleeved shirt with a baseball hat on his head.

  There was a confused look on his face. “My excuse?”

  She smiled as she gave him a searing once over. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were somebody else.”

  His unexpected appearanceont her doorstep was a fresh breath of air, and more than welcome considering the day she’d had. He was the last person that she’d expected to see. Their morning encounter had been on her mind throughout the day. Every time she wished she could turn back time, and do things differently. She wouldn’t have let him leave so fast.

  Now there he was, and she had her second chance.

  She had to admit he looked so fine out of his work clothes – he’d look even better out of them.

  Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her. “I normally don’t do this, but as I had finished my route, I found a stray letter that had fallen under the seat of my car. I know I could have waited to give it to you tomorrow but I wanted to see you again.”

  Kara blushed. He’d come back just to see her.

  She reached to take the letter. “I’m glad you decided to come back. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she confessed.

  Once more his fingers brushed against her, but this time he didn’t pull away, he prolonged the contact. Her legs were ready to turn to mush just from his touch. His delicate caress aroused every bit of her just like it had earlier that day when he first touched her.

  They locked in a mutual stare for what seemed like an eternity. He was still holdi
ng the envelope and stroking her fingers when he stepped inside. He leaned in towards her and his kiss captured her lips.

  He’d beat her to it and made the first move.

  Kara moaned with delight at the minty taste of his mouth. As she inhaled, his cologne wafted from his body. He smelled just as good as he tasted. Her hand slid up his back, and took hold of his baseball cap. She tossed it to the floor, and revealed his short black hair. Her hand returned to his back. His muscles flexed under her hand as he deepened his kiss.

  Breathless, he pulled away from their kiss. “By the way, my name is Julian,” he said, as he closed the door behind him.

  The name seductively rolled off his tongue.

  His few words sent her body into overdrive. Kara didn’t want to waste another moment, so she recaptured his lips. The smell of his cologne returned. She only imagined how the rest of him tasted after she got a sample of his kiss.

  Kara deepened their kiss, her tongue carefully exploring his mouth. She wanted to savor everything about him. She tightened her embrace around him. His hard cock pressed against her body. She molded with him as her hardened nipples pressed against his chest. She wondered if every other part of him would taste as delectable as his lips. Eagerly she waited to find out.

  Her hand crept under his shirt, and tugged at it. She wanted the shirt off. There was no stopping this, no backing out. She’d wanted him all day and here he was. He was almost naked, and ready for the taking.

  She reached for her own shirt, pulled it off and tossed it behind her. Her hard, perky nipples ached to be touched. This was one day she was glad she hadn’t bothered to wear a bra.

  Right now she only desired to be naked with him, to feel him pounding inside her, needing him to rock her world.

  Kara was well aware how much his cock strained against his jeans. The zipper looked like it was ready to pop at any moment.

  Her hand slid down his chest slowly. As she reached the zipper, she stopped, and then began to glide back up.

  He let out a deep groan of dissatisfaction.

  Kara smiled, knowing perfectly well he was disappointed, she wanted to tease him so he wanted it, really wanted it. When her hand passed over his heart she could feel it beating frantically.

  To stop her from the torturing him any further, he reached for her hand and guided it back down to his zipper. She smiled at his actions. He was ready to put a stop to her teasing.

  “I can’t wait to be inside your,” he whispered. “I’ve thought about nothing else all day.”

  Kara knew she shouldn’t get turned on or even aroused by him speaking to her that way, but she did. Her body was humming from anticipation.

  When both their hands reached the end of the zipper, his cock sprang free. His juices already covered the top of his cock, and slowly began to trickle down his length.

  Kara trembled with anticipation as Julian bent down towards her. He inhaled her scent before he began working her aching nipples. His tongue licked, teased, and he lightly bit the hard mounds of flesh. He lapped at one and then the other, like they were a pair of sweet lollipops. She couldn’t get enough of that mouth of his, and what he could do to her with his pierced tongue.

  His tongue was still occupied when she felt his warm hand reach down and pull at her shorts. She was sure she heard a rip of her panties in his frantic attempt to remove them. He wasn’t wasting time. This man was sexual torture, and everything else rolled into one.

  Kara’s thoughts drifted off as a moan escaped her lips. The feel of his hand lightly stroking her inner thigh was driving her to the edge. Making it impossible to think. Every touch brought his hand closer to her throbbing pussy, dripping with wetness. Finally his fingers lightly brushed against her wet slit.

  She wanted him to touch her there so bad, to satisfy some of the ache, but he didn’t. His fingers retreated, and abandoned her.

  A whimper left her lips.

  She was disappointed the minute he abandoned her pussy.

  Kara wrapped her arms around his neck when he started to lift her up into his arms. He carried her over to the staircase, only a few steps away from them.

  Once he sat her down, she watched him as he hovered over her like a wildcat. She was his prey and he was ready to take her. He captured her neck with his lips, and she gasped for a breath of air. Leisurely he made his way down her body, and then he lightly kissed her shoulder, then each breast, before he crept lower to her stomach.

  She moaned at the sensation of his lips against her flesh. She was desperate to try to hold back from letting her body explode. It was hard to do that when he licked and sucked at her delicate skin every time he kissed her.

  She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

  The moment his lips made contact with her pussy she gave in and let go, coming fast and hard. The torment with his tongue continued against her body as she shuttered and cried out in pleasure.

  Julian’s tongue teased at the sensitive lips of her wet pussy, he lapped at her sweet juices with intense hunger. His mouth was relentless.

  When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with a smile of pure satisfaction in his eyes. He licked his lips, tasting her juices while letting a deep groan escape him. He was savoring her taste, he was savoring the moment.

  Kara moaned louder and louder with every glide of his tongue over her pussy. Her body buzzed and hummed out of control.

  Just when she thought she would come again, he pulled away.

  “Are you ready for me now?” he asked, as he licked his lips once more.

  She wasn’t able to get the words out of her mouth, so all she did was nod. She watched as Julian turned around and looked towards where his jeans lay. He reached down and pulled out a silver packet and then he sheathed his cock.

  When he returned to her, he placed a warm hand on her cheek before he recaptured her swollen lips. She wrapped her shaky legs around his waist when he picked her off the step and lifted her up. With her in his arms, he lowered his body and sat on the step while she straddled him. Gently, she lifted herself up and then impaled herself on his cock. Her body rode him slowly at first, and then his thrusts became rapid and short. With every thrust, her body moved faster and harder.

  Kara tightened her grasp of his shoulders as her body unraveled. It didn’t take long before she threw her head back and cried out again as her orgasm claimed her. Her body was on fire, bursting from every corner. She actually thought she saw stars as pleasure overpowered her.

  Julian thrust a few more times as his own orgasm exploded. He groaned as his body became rigid and he hissed as pleasure consumed him.

  The following day, Kara wasn’t sure what to expect when Julian showed up. When she woke up, he was gone. There was no sign of him there except his smell on her body.

  When she noticed the mail truck pulling up to the sidewalk, a part of her jumped for joy because she would see him again. Her body was still recovering from the previous night. No doubt she would be reminded of what happened every time she looked at the stairs.

  Kara was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

  To her surprise, Julian wasn’t on the other side of it. It was a female letter carrier.

  “These are for you, miss,” she said, as she handed her two large catalogues.

  “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, where’s the regular mailman? Julian?”

  The woman smiled politely. “Oh, he was only temporary on this route. He got transferred to another location. This will be my regular route from now on,” she said, before she turned and went on her way.

  Kara stood at the door for a moment before she shut it. Deep down, she had hoped that he would be the one standing at her door. He made her feel alive when she was in his arms. She realized she had made a mistake letting him go so easily. He wasn’t just a one-night stand. He was much more. But he would only become a distant memory.

  Evening had come and gone, and Kara was still hard at work making the house spotless. She had to keep
her mind occupied on everything except Julian. Cleaning was supposed to be boring and not enjoyable. It was supposed to take your mind off everything. But this time around, it didn’t. When cleaning the staircase, she kept picturing Julian holding her in his arms while he made her body ache with pleasure. These once-simple stairs were now the place that she would see as her one night of being free and taking a leap. This was not the consequences she expected from having a one night stand.

  She was getting ready to settle down in front of the television with a tub of ice cream when she heard someone knocking on the door. “Special delivery for Miss Kara Morgan,” said a deep voice as she made her way over to the door.

  “Who’s the package from?” she asked before she began to open the door.

  “There’s no sender,” the voice answered.

  When she opened the door, she found Julian standing on the other side. He held a single red rose. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat.

  “I hope you don’t mind this package came unwrapped,” he said before he pulled her towards him and kissed her lips.

  Oh, how much she’d missed his taste, and the feel of his body pressed against her. She only hoped she wasn’t dreaming seeing him here again.

  His kiss left her weak in every possible way. She never thought she would be in his arms again.

  “Before you say anything, I have to get this out,” Julian said. “I know I should have never come back here. This was just a one-time thing and nothing else. I tried to fool myself that it was just that, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t. To me, it was something, from the very moment I laid eyes on you. After I left here, all I knew was that I wanted to see you again. I needed to come back to see you.”

  Kara stood silent as he laid bare his feelings. He was telling her he wanted more from her. He was telling her exactly what she had been feeling since their encounter.

  “The night we shared meant something to me. You mean something to me.”

  He paused, uncertainty in his eyes.