I had retired to a small cottage in a rural area a few miles outside of town, following a career of nearly 30 years in business. Even though my career had brought me enough wealth to live comfortably for the rest of my life, it also came with a price. There was the failed marriage and the strained relationship with my children, as the absent father, while I pursued my career goals. Living in a rural area also meant I was on a rural mail route. My red van driving post girl’s name is 24 year old Kelly; she’s easily the hottest thing I’ve seen on two legs! She’s petite with long red hair, freckles and a pale complexion. She has an hourglass figure with hips and breasts to die for.

She usually arrives on delivery in the late afternoon to deliver my mail and any packages. If I see her coming down the road I'll meet her at my gate for some small talk and to say hello. Over time we've learned quite a bit about one another. She knows my story and I know she's a proud single mom, with a son who is in primary school. Her workday gear isn't the usual postal worker uniform, because she's a contractor for the postal service. She's always in tight shorts and her tops vary with the weather. It might be a pullover in the cooler months or a tight fitting t-shirt when it’s hot in the summer. She wears little makeup and her red hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail; her green eyes sparkle when she smiles.

On one particular day it was hot. My doorbell rang. It was Kelley with my mail and a package that couldn't fit in my mailbox. She looked to be a bit overheated. I invited her in out of the heat for a cool drink. She accepted and asked of a large glass of ice water. She took a long drink then opened the door to my decking. She stepped out and poured the remaining contends across her chest and shoulders, soaking her t-shirt. The wet fabric clung to her curvy body leaving nothing to the imagination. Her nipples hardened with the change in temperature. I imagined them in my mouth at that moment. With a teasing grin Kelley thanked me for the water and said she had to get back on the road.

We playfully continued our cat and mouse game over the following weeks with suggestive innuendos in our conversations. One day I’d been gardening in the heat and took a shower. As I was finishing the doorbell rang. It was about the time Kelley would be making her deliveries. I quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and opened the door, It was Kelley. I could tell she was giving my physique the once over by the glint in her eyes, I wanted to believe she liked what she saw. Her next move took me by surprise. Kelley said hello and stepped forward to hand me my mail and package. She fumbled with the package and dropped to one knee to recover the it. Her head brushed against my left thigh as she reached down. While not erect, my cock was thick and firm.

Kelley held the box in her left arm while placing her right hand on my hip for balance. I felt her nuzzle into my groin as she rose. I wasn't sure if she felt the pulse of my manhood with her glancing touch, but I felt the heat of her breath as she exhaled when she rose. We were only inches apart when she stood. She looked into my eyes. I wanted her to reach between my legs to feel what I desperately wanted to bury inside her. Instead she placed her hands on my shoulders and stood on her tiptoes with our lips as close as they could be without touching. She whispered, "Look for a special delivery tomorrow." She then turned around and left. Next day I had to run some errands in town and was gone for most of the day. By the time I had returned home Kelley had been there and left. What she left though, along with my mail, was a small box labeled ‘Special Delivery’. Inside was a sheet of paper and a pair of red lace panties. It read;

"Robby, Last night I had to touch myself after seeing you yesterday. Having wanting you for so long and being so close, close enough to have taken you into my mouth made yesterday different! Did you think it was an accident when I dropped your package? When I got home I headed to the shower. I wanted you there with me. I wanted to feel your strong hands caressing my body as we soaped one another in the cascading warmth of the water. I let my hand linger between my legs. I wanted it to be your hand instead with my naughty thoughts! I toweled off and headed to my bed stopping at my dresser to select the red lace panties you no doubt are holding in your hand at this moment. I put them on and slid into bed. I laid my head on the pillows, raised my knees, and opened my thighs. In my imagination I was waiting on your tongue and lips at that moment, between my legs but settled for my fingers sliding under the fabric of my panties to pleasure myself. It was your name that I called as I shuddered to my climax. See you tomorrow!” I lifted her panties to my nostrils inhaling deeply. There was the unmistakable scent of her sex.

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Hello. This mail girl job gives you the chance to escape every day in your little van, and get away from the normality of life, whilst delivering parcels to strangers or people you might get to know. Over time you get to know me and eventually I become your favourite drop off. You know where to find me, usually listening to music sitting by my pool. There’s always a drink and a sandwich or even some home-made cake waiting for you. Do you notice that more and more parcels are getting delivered to my place day by day. What is my special delivery going to be, a pair of red lace panties or something completely different. Of course whatever it is, I will do my very best to at least charm you.

Being a mail girl gives you the chance to be literally anyone you like. You don’t have to look like my description, you can look just as you are, blonde, brunette, redhead or jet black, it’s up to you. It also means that you’re at liberty to wear what you’d like; you don’t have to wear a uniform, you’re not employed by the postal service, you’re a contractor! Apart from wearing a high-vis vest over your clothes, you’re pretty much free to wear what you want. I have a crush on you and in my mind you’re gorgeous. But do you know it? Do you even notice my eyes all over your body at every opportunity I can get?

I’m from the UK. 56, 6.1 ft tall, big build but not overweight, hazel eyes, short dark hair with grey streaks, greying facial hair, nice looking and big hands with long fingers. Distinguished looking I guess. Hairy chest, tummy, arms and legs. Big feet. I’m good fun, an avid listener, kind and respectful. I have a dark, dry and sarcastic sense of humour and usually succeed in making people laugh. I’m kinky and maybe a bit perverted and this needs to be explored. Lately I’ve been obsessed with women in their 20s, which has hit me full in the face. Maybe I’m going through the whole male menopause thing, I don’t know.

kinks; younger women, age difference, size difference, outfit control, heels, stockings, thigh highs, crotchless panties, swearing, dirty talk, name calling, East Asian women, frenulum play, cum play, toy play, remote vibrators, edging, orgasm denial, manipulation, gas lighting, public sex, public touching, spanking and dominance (depending on my mood).

Dislikes: beatings, piss, shit, gore, scat, feet, switchers, Ghosts

Please don’t respond with just ‘hi’ ‘how are you today’ ‘what are you doing’ or ‘what’s your name.’ I’ve put a lot of effort into this and I put a lot of effort into my writing during RP. So at least act like you’ve read this. Use the word (SCENT) in your first message. Surprisingly I do get a lot of requests, so please bear with me; I like to respond.