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Soon after moving in with my then girlfriend (now wife) Mandy, we soon settled into our daily routine. Always leaving the house around an hour or so before her, she always saw me off by the front door with a hug and kiss. What she wore during these farewells varied as to how far she had prepared her make-up and things. One particular day, she arrived to see me off wearing just her bra and panties and as always, planted a sweet little kiss to my cheek as we opened the door. As I left the house, she casually asked me if I could see the postman along the street, mentioning she was expecting a registered parcel. Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five doors along. I knew it would only be a minute or so before he arrived, so imagining ankara travesti her having to scramble around some for some clothes amused me somewhat. The thought then occurred that she may just think it was me returning and simply open the door as she was. That was when I felt a strange feeling; a mixture of jealousy and excitement at the thought that the postman may see her in her scanty underwear. The thoughts stayed with me all day and the more I thought about it the more I was getting unexpectedly aroused. I considered phoning her to ask but didn’t. So it was not until dinner that evening that I casually broached the subject. “Did your parcel arrive ok?” I enquired casually. “Yes, no problem, just after you left actually. Didn’t you see him down the street?” “Hope you had ankara travestileri time to dress then.” “Actually no. When I heard the doorbell I just assumed you had forgotten your keys again and just opened the door. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. I don’t know who was the more embarrassed – him or me.” “What happen then, did he say anything, or just do the gentlemanly thing?” I replied, afraid to sound too interested. “Well I just stood there, unable to move for a moment, so I simply apologised, telling him I thought it was you. Then took the parcel and signed for it. I’m sure I blushed like hell, because he kept trying to glance inconspicuously between my boobs and my legs.” “Probably made his day as well,” I laughed. And that was it, but that night’s travesti ankara sex was amazing. Mandy was as horny as hell, and as we fucked, images of her standing almost naked in front of the postman really excited me. Our normal routine continued, with Mandy nonchalantly waving me off by the front door, until I reached our gate each day. A few days passed with our usual morning panics, Mandy scurrying around half dressed as I turned the place over looking for keys. Calling out that I was leaving, Mandy appeared in the hallway in just her lacy bra and pants. As my hand was on the latch she covered it to prevent me opening it and planted a very sensual kiss on my lips. Had I had the time we would have certainly ended up screwing on the spot. After a playful struggle I managed to open the door and head down the short path leaving Mandy in the doorway to wave me off. As I reached the gate I teasingly asked if she was expecting another delivery or something. She just laughed and blew me a kiss before slowly closing the door.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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