“Hey, have you got a minute?” my sister asks, leaning against the doorframe of Tracy’s apartment.
God knows what the mailman is thinking when his head turns in the direction of the sound. Susan is wearing one of Tracy’s sexy kimonos. The lavender satin material hangs open across her breasts, displaying her ample cleavage and barely hiding her nipples. Tied with a pink ribbon around her waist it overlaps at her stomach and stops just below her bald pussy.
His mouth hangs open as his eyes travel the length of her body until they finally rest on her face where she’s wearing the sexiest come hither smile he’s ever seen.
“Can I as you a question?” Susan flirts.
“Uh… yeah… sure,” he stutters, stumbling as he turns around to walk back towards her. “Anything,” he adds, steadying his stride, as his eyes never leave the exposed portion of her breasts. He appears to be in his mid-twenties and his blue uniform tailor fits his slim physique.
“I was just wondering…” Susan says slowly as her hand absently caresses the inner curve of her right breast. The mailman is a foot from her, licking his lips and trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. “If a letter was mailed yesterday from that drop box, when would it arrive at its destination?”
“What?” His eyes jerk to her face as the work related question disrupts his inner fantasy. “That would depend on where it’s going,” he says authoritatively. He shuffles from one foot to the other as his eyes bounce from her tits to her face. The bulge in his pants isn’t lost on Susan.
“Here,” Susan answers, stepping closer to him. “It’s coming here,” she says, emphasizing the word ‘coming’ in a throaty whisper that makes it sound like the most erotic word in the world. As she steps through the door, her kimono gapes slightly exposing her left nipple. It’s obvious by the gleam in her eye Susan’s having fun with this. I doubt she’s actually aroused so she must have consciously made her nipple hard before she let her kimono slip open.
“Coming? Here?” He can’t seem to form whole sentences. His eyes are glued to her erect nipple as it juts out from her luscious breast and pushes the satin material nearly a half-inch away. I can’t imagine what his reaction would be if he saw her smooth pussy mound.
“Yes, coming,” Susan says, moving her hand from her breast and resting it on his shoulder. “You know what coming means, don’t you?” she asks as her hand slides down his body and rests firmly against the bulge in his uniform pants.
“Yeh… yeh… yes,” he pants as Susan strokes and squeezes his hard cock. She unties her kimono and lets it fall open while she glides her other hand over her hairless pussy mound.
“Good, because I need to know when I can expect a letter that was mailed from that mailbox yesterday,” Susan smiles, her naked body captivating him as she rapidly jerks him off through his pants.
“Tomorrow… or… Wednesday,” he blurts out while bucking his hips against my sister’s machinations of his hidden hard-on. He must be in shock to just be standing there and not reaching for Susan’s perfect tits or porcelain smooth pussy.
“Oh God!” he cries as he literally creams in his pants. Susan keeps stroking and squeezing until his hips stop jerking and then pulls her hand away.
“Will you be bringing it?” Susan asks as she swipes a finger between her pussy lips and brings it up to his mouth.
“Uh huh,” henods his head as he sucks pussy juice from my sister’s finger.
“Good. See you then.” Susan turns and walks back into the apartment.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask, shaking my head and laughing.
“What?” she asks coyly. “The package should be here tomorrow or Wednesday,” she says, sashaying into the living room but not bothering to tie her kimono.
“What do you want to do until then?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her from behind and gently caressing her succulent breasts. She doesn’t answer right away but catches me off guard when she does.
“Can we call Carl?” she whispers.
Carl and Carolyn are a black couple I’ve gotten together with for some pretty outrageous sex parties whenever I’ve been near Uncle Harry’s house. I made the mistake of telling my sister how Nicole and her mom enjoyed Carl’s well-hung black cock and now she’s obsessed with it. I have to admit I wouldn’t mind seeing Carolyn again.
“Sure, I’ll call Carolyn and see if we can get together,” I tell my sister as I pull out my cell phone. Susan raises her eyebrows as she strokes my stiff cock through my shorts.
“Looks like you enjoyed that little show with the mailman,” Susan smiles.
“Not just your show,” I answer, nodding at Tracy who still walking around the house naked, exposing her lightly freckled breasts and her neatly trimmed red pubes as she dusts tables and straightens up some magazines.
“Talk to me,” Carl answers on the second ring, pulling my attention away from my sister and our naked host. Susan steps back and watches me anxiously.
“Carl, it’s Nick. How’s it going?” I ask into the receiver while I watch Tracy bend over to pick up a subscription card that fell from one of the magazines. Her dimpled ass with its smattering of freckles, looks very inviting and my cock maintains it’s curious arousal.
“Hey Nick, you can only be calling for one reason,” he says. “Nicole must really miss me, huh?” he laughs.
“Well, it’s not Nicole but I have someone even sexier who’d love to meet you.” I answer enthusiastically. Susan almost giggles as she bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet.
“Of course you do, Nick.” Carl laughs. “When shall we come over?”
“Well that’s the thing, Carl. We can’t meet at my place. Is there any chance we can come over there?” I ask. I’ve never been to Carl and Carolyn’s house but with mom and dad at Uncle Harry’s our options are limited.
“Carolyn’s not home right now, buddy, but let me ask her and call you back. Is this a good number to reach you?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s my cell. Hopefully we can get together later today or sometime tomorrow. You’re going to love Susan,” I assure him.
“No doubt, Nick. You’ve never disappointed me,” he laughs again. “Carolyn should be back shortly. We’ll call you back, Nick.” Carl hangs up and Susan squeezes my stiff cock.
“Well?” she asks as I close my cell phone.
“They’re going to call us back. Carolyn’s not home but Carl sounded pretty excited.” I tell her.
“Thank you, Nick,” Susan flings her arms around me and starts undoing my shorts as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. The good thing about having complete control over your libido is that neither my sister nor I have to worry about saving ourselves for later. I can get and stay hard whenever I want and she can orgasm at will so we can fuck all day and still be ready for Carl and Carolyn.
“Want to include our hostess?” I ask, breaking the kiss while I shed my clothes and Susan drops her kimono on the floor.