I remember the first day I laid eyes on him. Richard and I had just moved in together after deciding one rent was better than two. We had been practically shacking up for more than six months anyway. We just decided to make it official. Besides, I needed more space than my one-bedroom in Adams Morgan. I had joined the masses of computer junkies, quit my job at a graphic design firm in Georgetown, and decided to start my own Web publishing firm. So after a romantic dinner of seafood linguine and Moët down by the waterfront, Richard and I decided to rent this sprawling four-bedroom house in Northwest. It is an old house and needs a lot of renovations, but I love being creative. Interior decorating is just another expressive outlet to entertain me.
Working from home definitely has its benefits. First off, if I want to, I don’t even have to get dressed all day. I can sit in front of my computer in my nightie and grab a quick shower half an hour before Richard comes in from a long day at his accounting firm. Sometimes I sit in my desk chair (yes, it is an ergonomic one) butt-naked. I love the way the Italian leather feels against my smooth skin. At times I feel myself drifting off into another place and time, daydreaming of places I have never seen, fantasizing about men I have never met.
That’s what I was doing that day. The day I first saw him. I was sitting there in front of the bay window at my computer, spanking butt-naked and daydreaming about making love to a mandingo somewhere along the Ivory Coast. Much to my surprise, I glanced up, and there was a mandingo coming up my very own front steps.
He was tall, very tall. He had to be at least six and a half feet. Luscious full lips, creamy dark skin, sparkling dark bedroom eyes, and curly jet-black hair. He had a perfect smile, too. I noticed his teeth the moment his mouth fell open after spotting me in the window.
Now normally, I would have been totally embarrassed, but I just sat there and gazed at him. We gazed at each other for a good two or three minutes. I think he was trying to decide whether or not he should bring the package he was grasping up to my door. I made up his mind for him. I stood up so he could get a better look at my birthday suit and marched straight over to the door.
I swung the door open and startled him. He probably assumed I had gone to put on some clothes, but not in this case. I wanted him to see me in all of my naked glory. You see, Richard hadn’t exactly been handling business lately. In fact, his sex hadn’t been hitting on anything at all since we moved in. It was like he did all of the groundwork to get me to commit and then figured his work was done. Nada!
“Can I help you?” I asked abruptly, like it was just a normal day-to-day thing for me to be an exhibitionist.
He started stuttering. “Uh-uh-uh, I have a package for you.”
“I can see that,” I said sarcastically. “It’s pretty large. Could you bring it in and put it on the couch?”
“Ma’am, I’m not supposed to enter a residence. It’s against postal regulations.” Once I saw him up close, I realized he was just a manchild. He couldn’t have been a day over twenty. No wonder he was nervous. Men closer to my age, thirty and up, would have been in the house with a quickness.
I decided I liked playing whatever game it was we were playing. I took a quick survey of the street, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. Another perk for working at home. All of the neighbors were gone during the day, and I could have peace and quiet. Once I made sure the coast was clear, I set about torturing the young buck.
I reached my right hand down between my legs and starting fingering my pussy. I took my moistened finger and held it up to his lips, rubbing my juices all over the bottom one. “Couldn’t you please make an exception in my case? Pretty please, with pussy on top.”
He took a step backward, letting my hand fall from his mouth, before replying, “I dunno about this. I could really get into a heap of trouble. I still have a lot of mail to deliver.”
“This will only take a second.” I moved aside and held the door open, leaving him no choice but to either bring it in or be rude by refusing me. I knew which one he would do even before he did. He came in the door reluctantly. I quickly closed and locked the door behind us and then went into the living room. I pointed at the couch. “Could you place it right over there?”
He set the large package down, and I noticed it was from my sister in California. I assumed it was the housewarming present she’d been promising me over the phone for weeks. I was curious to know what it was, but I was more intrigued by something else at that very moment.
“There you go, ma’am.” He had one of those country-bumpkin voices. He couldn’t have possibly have been from the D.C. area.
“Where are you from?” I asked seductively, letting my eyes drift down to the increasing bulge in his slate blue uniform pants.
“Alabama.”
Ummmmm, Alabama black snake! “I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you new?”
He chuckled slightly, loosening up a bit. “This is my first week on the job.”
“I see. I figured as much, because I’m sure I would have noticed you before. This is my first time getting a package since I moved in here, though. I’ve never paid attention to whoever puts the mail in the box, but I know I wouldn’t have missed your fine ass. I couldn’t have.”
He started blushing something terrible. “Thanks, ma’am,” he replied, letting his eyes drift all over my nude body before narrowing in on my hard nipples.
“First of all, please don’t call me ma’am. My name is Rayn.”
“Rain? Like the rain that falls?”
“Not exactly. It’s spelled R-A-Y-N.”
Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. I could tell he was eager to get his freak on, but he had no clue how to get started. He opted to try the coward’s way out. “Listen ma’am, I me-me-mean Rayn, I really should be going.”
He turned and headed toward the door, but I grabbed him by the elbow. I walked up to him from behind and slid my arms around his well-toned waist. “Before you do, care for a little afternoon sex?”
I could hear his breathing become shallow, but he didn’t respond. I dropped my left hand below the belt and let my right one move upward until I was caressing his dick and one of his nipples at the same time. He was ready for me alright. Damn, was he ready!
“What’s your name?” I inquired.
“Everyone calls me P.J.,” he managed to utter as I made my way around to the front of him.