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Humming softly to herself, Verena stands in front of her closet mirror, giving herself a thorough once-over. She pins up her dark brown hair to accentuate her slender neck and pretty breasts. Actually, it looks quite good. In fact, she really is as beautiful as her neighbor always says.
Her hands glide over her naked body, over her apple-sized breasts, gently stroking her bright red nipples to arouse them. Flat nipples just won't do for a hot nude photo. That's exactly what she wants to do. It's supposed to be seductive and arousing. Ideally, guys should get hard when they see the picture.
While Verena tries out different poses, she slips her fingers between her legs.
"Oh dear," she murmurs, slightly disappointed, "any drier and it'll be dusting off." She looks at her nipples with dissatisfaction; they appear flat and listless. There's no sign of arousal there either. "This isn't going to work. How am I supposed to apply for nude photoshoots if I can't even take a single decent picture of myself? I'm supposed to look sexy!"
Verena goes to her bed and collapses onto it with a disappointed expression. Just then, the doorbell rings, and she jumps in surprise. Oh dear! Who wants something from her now of all times? How is she supposed to get in the mood if there's always something distracting her?
She grabs a long shirt and quickly pulls it on. Bare-legged, she walks down the hall to the intercom. "Who's there?"
"The post office," a stressed-sounding male voice answers. "Can you accept a package for your neighbor?"
Sure, I can, Verena thinks, grimacing. But that doesn't mean I want to.
She thinks about the neighbor who talked her into the whole nude photoshoot thing. He attends art school and is taking a life drawing course. They're always looking for models for photographs or drawings. Marvin thinks she's definitely capable of posing for the students. Yeah, right! Anyone can stand around naked. It's not exactly difficult. She just can't seem to put together a decent portfolio. She's a little annoyed with him about it, even though it's not his fault she's frigid and just doesn't look sexy in photos.
"What is it?" the unknown postman asks insistently.
"Yeah, sure, I'll do it," she says, pressing the buzzer.
A truly stupid thought flashes through her mind: postmen and lonely housewives having sex right behind closed doors.
Hastily, she grabs the belt from her blouse, ties it around her waist as quickly as possible, and pulls her shirt up so that her cute little pussy is visible. When the postman comes strutting up the stairs to her place, he's going to be treated to an absolutely hot sight.
Her heart pounding, she hurries barefoot to the landing and sees him already climbing the stairs to her floor.
"Sorry it took so long. I was naked and had to put something on first." She tries to make her voice sound as sexy as possible, but she doesn't quite manage it. She sounds more like an excited teenager with something forbidden on her mind. She's not going to turn any man on like that! Especially not the guy who's now in her field of vision.
He looks up at her words, and she sees that his gaze doesn't travel to her face, but actually lingers on her pussy. Does that turn him on? Is he going to carry Marvin's package up to her apartment and then...? Surely! You can read about it in every erotic story with mail carriers. They always talk about passionate sex and hot blowjobs. Those stories can't all be made up. There has to be a grain of truth in them! Who knows, maybe after a quickie with him she'll finally have hard nipples and can take sexy photos for her application portfolio.
"You know, I'm trying to take nude photos for a job application." She flutters her eyes, because that's supposed to be seductive. However, it doesn't help her in this situation, because the guy won't take his eyes off her pussy. Can't he look somewhere else already? She's starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Or is this some kind of foreplay? Staring between a woman's legs?
In any case, he's no longer rushing up the stairs; he's taking his sweet time with each step. Verena feels a tingling in her lower abdomen and is already looking forward to what's about to happen. Bravely, she takes the next step. She shifts her position by shifting her left leg slightly forward and, as if by accident, her right hand reaches for the hem of her long shirt—just above her now aroused clit. Although she had just considered herself frigid, a lust so intense now surges within her that she hardly recognizes herself. A little nervously, she licks her lips and stares at the dark-haired man, whose eye color she can't even discern because his gaze is fixed stubbornly between her legs. He's only five steps away now. Five steps!
The desire within her swells to an unbearable degree. Can't he hurry? She wants his fingers on her clit and his tongue on her breasts. They are incredibly ready for him and fit perfectly in a large, strong man's hand. When he sees them as soon as she's slipped off her long shirt, he'll melt, because her breasts look like a delicious pudding with a cherry on top. At least, that's what happens when her nipples stand erect like little pearls. And that's exactly what they're doing now, already rubbing expectantly against the fabric. Any man would be weak at the knees.
But unfortunately, she's not quite there yet with the postman. Now he can only see her clit, maybe also her smoothly shaved vulva. Verena has no idea how much he can see down there. Maybe she should ask Marvin later when he gets back from university.
"Here you are." The mail carrier is only three steps away from her and holds out the package. As if in a trance, she stares at the large, square object, at the strong man's hands, and licks her lips again. Her heart is racing. He's about to reach between her legs once she's taken the package from him.
She bends down and takes Marvin's box from him. It gradually dawns on her that something's wrong. He's not even carrying the package into her apartment! And now he can't see her sexy body at all. The package is covering everything. Damn! Her top isn't low-cut, and her pussy is obscured by the bulky package. This isn't going according to plan at all.
Think, Vera, think. Her mind is racing. What do those sinful housewives do in a moment like this?
No matter how much she racks her brains, she can't think of anything. Every postman, absolutely every one!, has, after such an obvious offer, escorted the cute housewife into her house and let her take out his cock. Then she sucked him until he was rock hard, he slid it into her beautiful, already wet pussy, and after a few thrusts, they both moaned out their orgasms, and he could leave to deliver the next packages.
“A tie!” she says suddenly, blushing from saying it out loud. In some stories, postmen also wear ties, and the lustful housewives use them to pull the still-embarrassed man into their apartment.
“A tie?” he repeats, glancing up briefly, shaking his head, and continuing to tap away at his device.
“Uh… I was just thinking of a tie,” she murmurs. “But I suppose postmen don’t wear those anymore these days.”
Her gaze lingers on his black, yellow, and red uniform, and she smiles shyly. Since he isn’t looking at her, he can’t see it, of course.
“No, we’re supposed to deliver quickly and reliably, not look like bank employees,” he replies matter-of-factly, holding out the device with a pen. “Please sign.”
With trembling fingers, she takes the pen as he places the device on the package in her hand. She has to juggle a bit, holding the package in one hand and signing with the other. She's hoping he'll ask if he should come in, even though she can't think of a single reason why he'd need to come into her apartment after delivering the package.
"Should I leave a card for your neighbor so he knows a package has arrived for him?"
"No, no need," she croaks, immediately annoyed. Now her voice is even croaking! She clears her throat and quickly adds, "I'll see him later."
What a lame explanation! But whatever. She's apparently talking to herself anyway. The postman has already rushed down the stairs after her first few words. Goodness, he's in such a hurry! Disappointed, she stares after him. When he reaches the bottom and passes the ground-floor apartment, he turns around.
Yes, she thinks, yes! Now he'll come to his senses and come back!
Nice shirt you're wearing," he says, grins broadly, and disappears for good.
