Female Postie gets a good mouthful SeXStoRY

My good friends daughter told me a story and I thought it good enough to embellish, but retain the juiciness, at it refers to her and her reaction, her openness and willingness to express herself to men, like you, how even girls can be induced to commit sexual acts, even when their brains scream, 'No'. Felicia, is 19 and she recently was hired on for the Summer vacation period, to cover for the others taking holidays. Felicia is in her second year at university, studying computer science, and living with her boyfriend, whom she thought was the man for her, so regular sexual relations can be a daily occurrence. She is a statuesque girl, tall and athletic, very pretty to behold, and is subject to a lot of teasing at work, where she delivers mail in a van, right up to the mailbox, standing at the entrance to the houses, she delivers to. She is teased by the older men, who naturally are keen to see how she responds, 'They are always horny for me', she states(Her own words), so she is very sexually aware. However she has never done anything to arouse suspicions or give any of the men the idea she likes to play, so the general opinion of her is of a nice educated girl, with a nice boyfriend, and she can take a good joke and a little ribbing. Last month, Felicia tells me, she drove onto a quite street, with four houses on either side, it is a residential area, so the people are well to do, but its always quiet, as she very rarely ever sees anyone, so as she got to the end house on the right she swung her van into the cul-de-sac and came out on the opposite direction, and as she straightened up, she was distracted, by a man standing naked in his doorway in full view of her, masturbating. 'I was astonished', she said, 'I slowed down and stared, and as I drove past I turned my head and continued to watch him, as he ejaculated'. She turned, shaken and looked into the bag in the passenger seat and took out his mail, read his name, and put it into the postbox. She then took note of the incident, as they are instructed to do so and make a report. When her rounds were finished, she talked to a colleague, at their coffee break, another woman in her 30's, who used to drive the route she took, and she knew of the man, stating his wife had passed away some two years back. That night Felicia realized she had not made the report, instead decided to keep it locked up and not report it, as she admitted, she felt sorry for him due his bereavement. Later that night, her boyfriend had come home d***k and fell asl**p on the living room couch, and as she lay in bed, she was aroused by the incident she witnessed that day, and she found herself masturbating to it, the sight of this mans sperm shooting out, because she was looking at him, was the thing that aroused her the most. In the morning when she was awoke by her boyfriend bringing her coffee in bed, she thought of the old man, and felt horny again. As she dressed she stood in her underwear and blue shirt, company issue, and she wondered what he would do if he could see her as she stood in front of the mirror. At work as she loaded the mail up into the sack, she searched to see if he had any, he did not, and her heart sank, why she did not know, but her feeling between her legs spoke differently, she possessed information about this man, and she was keeping it to herself for her own reasons, how could she be sexually attracted to him, 'Fuck she thought, this job is boring, except for this man'. When she drove onto the street she was excited, she confessed to that, but as she drove past his house the doors were locked, and he did not make an appearance, 'I was gutted', she admits, 'This old guy really hit my soft spot, and today he stays out of sight'. She was frustrated at not seeing him, her little fantasy was blown away for the day, indeed for the weekend, and she found herself getting moody and frustrated, yearning for the Monday, so she could make an approach, but on the day in question, there was no show. 'By now', she says, 'I was angry, I felt used', she continued, and as the weeks passed, she began to wonder if what she saw was just her imagination, then one day last week, as she stopped at his box, he appeared, and came out towards her van. 'Hi', he said, and she smiled the broadest smile she had, 'Hello', she said in reply, and he came up to her open window and handed her a paper bag, she opened it and it contained a cake, 'Why, how nice, thank you', she commented, then she turned to the passenger seat and pulled out a letter addressed to him, and she turned to face him and hand him the letter. As she turned back, his cock was sticking in the open window, he had unzipped himself and released it, waiting for her to turn back an look up. 'I was totally aghast, I said nothing, just sat for a couple of minutes and stared at it'. Felicia's head was in a spin, 'When I did speak', she told me, she said, 'Your neighbors can see', 'Not anything to do with him sticking his cock in my face, or me slamming the van into gear and getting to hell away', she laughed. 'Dont worry, none will see you, they are all away', I sat confused and bemused, he was asking my for a fucking blow-job, and I was not to worry, the total absurdity of it all, but as I sat there I realized he was right, it was what I wanted to do, so I reached up and took him in my hand then guided him into my mouth, and slowly gave him the best fucking blow-job I could, and I mean all the way down my relaxed throat, while he played with my tits and nipples, down my blue shirt. When he came I lent out of the van window, intent on spitting my mouthful of his cum onto the street, 'Wait' he asked me, and he reached onto my lap and took the paper bag with the cake still inside it, opening the cake up by tearing it in half, he presented half of it too me to spit his cum into, which I did, flooding it with semen and saliva, then he brought both halves together and said to me, 'Eat it'. I sat frozen, again the notion somehow smacked of domination, so I ate it as ordered, the sweetness of the cake overcoming the acrid bitterness of his semen, I ate it happily, then toyed with his flaccid cock, still out and still in my face, 'Would you like to do this regularity', I asked him seriously, offering him my youth and willingness to please, 'I will let you know', was his reply, and he turned, still hanging outside his pants and went indoors. Felicia confesses to the eroticism that appealed to her of all that happened, their age difference, his absurd actions, the difference of it all, that's why she want you guys to read of it, perhaps she needs to chat with men like you, she needs more of the kinky stuff, talk about a girl coming alive to sex, what do you think, of her encounter?