I had just gotten out of the shower in the morning. I was feeling restless and decided it was time to take care of myself. My bathrobe was already hanging open, so I spread my legs wide and began to explore myself.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as my fingers roamed across my body. Fingertips teasing stiff nipples. Palms cupping freed breast. My hands trailed down my body, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I slipped a finger inside of myself, then two. I was lost in the moment, entirely focused on the pleasure building between my legs. That electric heat that grows in my belly before it rips through me.

That's when I heard the mail slot slam shut. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door, but all I could see was the mail lady's silhouette through the door window. The windows are curtained but easy to see through. I couldn't believe that the fact that I was basically touching myself where anyone could see had completely eluded me.

I quickly grabbed my bathrobe and wrapped it around myself, running to the door to apologize. But when I opened it, she was already halfway down the driveway. I bolted outside with my robe held tightly shut and stopped her before she made it back to her truck. I apologized profusely, and she assured me that it wasn't the craziest thing that she had seen that morning.

I still think about it from time to time. I sometimes fantasize about her coming in, lending a hand, or maybe staying and enjoying the show.