Men in Shorts: An Erotic Anthology (11 page)

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think you should come in every day until you go to Belize."

He smiled a toothy smile. "I think so too," he said. Then he headed for the exit. When he reached the door, he turned and said, "I'll see you same time tomorrow. You'll be here, right?"

"I'll be here," I said, "And don't forget, you probably should wear a pair of boxer shorts the first few times."

"Oh, I won't," he laughed, "Tomorrow I'm going to wear a pair of light blue ones that are really loose and baggy. I'll wear them for a while, so they won't be too fresh and clean."

I licked my lips and laughed. "That sounds perfect."

"See you tomorrow," he said, as he jaunted out the door.

When he was gone and I went back to clean his tanning bed, I noticed he'd left his white boxers hanging from a hook near the door, obviously intended for me. I slowly lifted them from the hook, placed them to my face and inhaled deeply, still in shock that I'd managed to fulfill one of my sacred fantasies about boxer shorts that morning. How many people go through life without ever doing what they crave sexually? So many times I'd been with guys who were wearing shorts that I wanted to devour, but I always held back for fear they'd think I was peculiar.

As the weeks passed, Rick returned for his tanning session every day of the week, always wearing slightly used boxer shorts. He once wore a sweaty jock strap, and though I enjoyed chewing on it while he hammered me into the wall, I told him that I still preferred boxer shorts. I quickly learned that he was strictly a top man, but it was never a problem for either of us. He fucked my brains out and I couldn't get enough of his cock. Most of the time he'd leave the boxer shorts on, with his cock popping from the opening, while he fucked me over the top of the tanning bed. And then sometimes – I liked this the most – he'd lie on his back while I spread my legs and sat on his large cock, covering my head with his dirty boxers. I'd ride his dick while I chewed and sucked the fabric. His eyes became wide and he started to breathe heavily at the fact that I was so into his shorts, and he always left a pair for my collection when the fucking was finished.

But
he
liked fucking me the most, claiming my ass felt like velvet around his cock. He never used a condom – we'd both been tested, and swore monogamy to each other during that period – never had to pull out and jack off to come, and always shot a full load up my ass, whether I was riding his cock or bent over while he nailed me to a wall or a floor or a door.

* * * *

When it was time for him to leave for Belize, though we both knew our little fling was only temporary, neither of us was happy about it. But he swore to e-mail me and to send letters as often as he could. We didn't know about the future, and didn't want to discuss it. There wasn't time to do anything but fuck (and sniff boxer shorts) and we both knew that relationships aren't formed on that alone. We'd deal with that when he returned from his trip. As a going-away present, I went down on my knees and I sucked him off, while he finger-fucked my ass, just as we had done the first time. We both promised to keep in touch.

When a week passed and I didn't hear a word from him, I lost my appetite and had trouble sleeping. He didn't answer my e-mails and I began to assume our time together had been nothing more than a passing fling.

And then one afternoon, a package was delivered to the salon, addressed to me, with a foreign return address. I quickly opened it and found a rumpled pair of white boxer shorts and a small note that read,
My e-mail's been all fucked up, and it won't be working until next week, but I wanted to send you something so you won't forget me. Have fun with these. I'm going to jack myself off tonight while I think about you sniffing them. I'm mailing a really sweaty, smelly pair next week….Love, Rick.

by Savannah Chase

The gentle breeze swayed the sheer white curtains that surrounded the canopy bed. Candles flickered all over the room as she glanced around, searching for him. Soft white rose petals adorned the bed, and touched the air with sweetness. Each delicate petal, soft as silk, caressed her skin.

She spotted a shadow in the curtains. It quickly approached her. She bit her lower lip and her heart began to flutter with anticipation.

"Get up on all fours, and close your eyes," the voice instructed her.

Every time she had a dream about him, he always came to her, and commanded her to close her eyes.

Doing as he told her, she lifted herself off the bed and up on all fours to face the headboard. The bed dipped behind her as his weight pushed it down.

The breeze continued to rustle the curtains, and brushed her bare skin. It sent shivers down her body.

His musky smell wafted through the air. She wanted desperately to open her eyes, and see who her mysterious lover was but she dared not. She only waited for his next move.

His warm palm cupped her ass before it moved up to her spine. He held something soft in between his fingers as he moved higher and higher. It stroked her skin, sending more shivers down her back.

"I will have my way with you," he told her.

She could feel his breath getting closer to her. That's when he placed a gentle kiss on her back.

His fingers moved her hair away from her face before he placed the soft material he held over her eyes. It was silk. He tied it around her, and the reminder of the silk draped down her back. Now, even if she wanted to open her eyes, there would be no way to see him.

She heard him move away from her, his hand returned to her back.

"Tonight, you are mine," he said as the bed shifted once more under his weight.

He was now behind her. The wait for his touch was killing her. Kara didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted him now.

Just as his cock brushed against her back, loud noses filled the quiet room. Her eyes flew open with dismay.

Kara woke up startled by the sound of hammering, electric saws and shouting outside her window.

Still holding on to the covers, she turned to glance at the time. "Come on. Not again," she called out in frustration.

Do people really ever have a good morning, or is that just a figure of speech? She surely wasn't having a good one. She'd been having one just a few moments ago until she was woken up by what was happening outside the house.

This was the tenth time in the past four weeks she'd had one of her hot dreams interrupted. Ever since renovations began next door, she found herself waking up to blinking appliances and too much noise. The first time it happened, the construction was just getting started. Now it was pretty much a regular thing. Not even on her days off was she able to catch a few extra winks of sleep.

Slowly tearing herself away from the warm bed, she wrapped the black bed sheet around herself and got up.

Since she was already awake, and there was no way for her to get back to sleep with all the racket outside, she made her way barefoot down the cold wooden staircase. She saw through the living room window all the action that was going on outside. Workmen hustled back and fourth carrying building materials. Another passed by with a stack of two by four boards on his shoulder, while someone else followed with a stack of lattice boards.

The neighbors originally said that this project of theirs would all be done in under a month. It had already been four weeks, and it didn't appear they were any closer to nearing an end.

As she reached the kitchen, she peered at the battery-operated clock above the oven.

Kara sighed, and blew a loose strand of hair away from her face. "It's only eight. Can't a girl get some beauty sleep, and finish off a good dream fuck?"

She'd just gotten to the best part of the dream. Her mysterious lover was just about to fuck her from behind. He could make her come repeatedly in every position. If mind-blowing sex ever existed, she was definitely having it with him.

Come on, give me a break. Is one good night's sleep that much to ask for? Only one night to let the dream get to the end.

It was Thursday, and her day off. Instead of running errands, she had to stay home, and wait for the tow truck to take her car away for repair. It had died just as she pulled into the driveway yesterday. That was the last time she would buy a used car.

Two years, and all it ever did for her was give her one headache after another. If it wasn't an oil leak, it was a blown transmission. The only thing that could make this day better would be to finally receive her bonus from work. She'd waited since Monday, and nothing had arrived yet. The only good thing about having to wait for the mail was that she would get the chance to see the gorgeous new mailman who had started delivering mail the previous Friday.

While she took her mug from the cupboard, she lost hold of the sheet wrapped around her. The sudden cool air brushed against her. It sent a shiver down her back and perked up her nipples. She quickly covered herself with her hands and bent down for her sheet.

A little too early to give the neighbors a peep show,
she thought to herself as she smiled.

As she was tying the sheet back around her, the doorbell rang.

It was after eight. The tow truck couldn't be here this early. The garage specifically told her the driver wouldn't arrive until late morning, or early afternoon.

Peeking out the window, she spotted the mailman. He was dressed in navy shorts, and blue short sleeved shirt standing at the door holding a package and looking around.

A seductive smile spread across her lips.
What a sight to see this early in the morning.

Tightening the sheet around herself, she opened the door just enough to reach out for the package.

"Good morning. I…" His words began to trail off.

His eyebrows rose, and a devilish smile spread across his face. "You certainly know how to make my morning, don't you?"

Kara smiled. "I bet you say that to all the ladies you meet while delivering their mail."

Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a pen. "Nope, just the beautiful ones, and so far you're my first." She noticed the shiny tongue ring in his mouth, as he smiled.

Kara's face heated, and as she sized him up. He had the most beautiful green eyes. Ones in which she was already getting lost.

Holding the makeshift outfit with one hand, she opened the door a little further as he passed the small brown box to her. She reached out, and her fingers accidentally brushed against his hand. What a fine hand it was. One which was very masculine, and had strong fingers.

As usual, her mind began to swirl with all the naughty little things she would love him to do with those hands, one of them being to feel him caress every itty bitty part of her. And that tongue ring. That was an added bonus that she'd love to experience. The thought of his tongue lapping at her juices as she came frantically in his grasp burned in her mind

That only resulted with an ache building between her thighs, and a pair of hardened nipples.

Kara put the box on the table next to her. She needed to have both hands free, one to keep a hold of her sheet, and the other to sign for the parcel. It wouldn't be that bad if the guy saw her naked, it was the rest of the neighborhood that would have a problem with it. Nothing interesting ever happen around the quiet New Jersey neighborhood. Her naked appearance on the front step would surely get the street gossiping.

Some of the neighbors were obsessed with clothes, and loved to blow a gasket the moment they saw any nudity. Who knew why? They were just a bunch of prudes.

The hunky mailman in front of her passed her the clipboard, and then the pen he'd retrieved earlier.

"Please initial and sign where at the X," he said, as he handed it to her.

"Sure thing." Then she returned the clipboard back to him.

His glance lingered for a while after he took the clipboard from her, before he turned around and walked down the front steps.

"You have a good day now," he said. Then he winked at her and turned back around to continue on his way down her front steps towards the pathway.

Kara stood watching from behind the slightly jarred door as he walked down the sidewalk and disappeared behind the bushes.

A half sigh and moan escaped her lips as she shut the door and leaned against it.

Mmmmmmm. He is one hot mailman.

The sight of him only intensified her ache, and she could feel her juices building up.

She was definitely going to need a nice cold shower to get her body back to functional state.

Kara left the door and didn't bother to open her delivery. She just headed right back up the stairs straight for that cold shower.

Every step she took, she shook her head in disappointment because she hadn't invited the hot mailman to come inside. Right now she could have been ass-naked in bed, and riding him until she was spent. She just gave that up all because she was too scared to make a move. She had to get over it, and just do it if she ever wanted to make her fantasy come true.

* * * *

Her cold shower earlier in the day did nothing to calm her down. Every time she tried to focus on work, Kara's mind drifted back to her hunky visitor. That only resulted in more cold showers. Five more to be exact. None of them were doing the job to put the fire put.

She'd spent the day at home waiting for the tow truck to show up, and called made numerous times. All they ever told her was, "Don't worry, someone will be there shortly to pick up your car." It was already after six in the evening, and there was no way that someone was coming tonight.

Sighing, Kara grabbed a load of laundry she'd done late last night, and headed upstairs to put it away. The moment she hit the top step, the doorbell rang.

Oh, now they decide to show up.

Kara set the basket at the top, and headed back down the stairs.

"What the heck took you so long? I told you guys over the phone I need the car fixed as soon as possible," she said loudly, as she neared the door.

She was more then ready to give them a piece of her mind. After what she had to tell them they'd never treat her like that again.

"So what's your excuse this time?" she said, as she opened the door.

To her amusement, the person on the other side of the door was not the tow truck driver. It was her sexy mailman, but he wasn't in uniform anymore. He was now dressed in blue jeans and a white tight short sleeved shirt with a baseball hat on his head.

There was a confused look on his face. "My excuse?"

She smiled as she gave him a searing once over. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were somebody else."

His unexpected appearanceont her doorstep was a fresh breath of air, and more than welcome considering the day she'd had. He was the last person that she'd expected to see. Their morning encounter had been on her mind throughout the day. Every time she wished she could turn back time, and do things differently. She wouldn't have let him leave so fast.

Now there he was, and she had her second chance.

She had to admit he looked so fine out of his work clothes – he'd look even better out of them
.

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her. "I normally don't do this, but as I had finished my route, I found a stray letter that had fallen under the seat of my car. I know I could have waited to give it to you tomorrow but I wanted to see you again."

Kara blushed. He'd come back just to see her.

She reached to take the letter. "I'm glad you decided to come back. I've been thinking about you all day," she confessed.

Once more his fingers brushed against her, but this time he didn't pull away, he prolonged the contact. Her legs were ready to turn to mush just from his touch. His delicate caress aroused every bit of her just like it had earlier that day when he first touched her.

They locked in a mutual stare for what seemed like an eternity. He was still holding the envelope and stroking her fingers when he stepped inside. He leaned in towards her and his kiss captured her lips.

He'd beat her to it and made the first move.

Kara moaned with delight at the minty taste of his mouth. As she inhaled, his cologne wafted from his body. He smelled just as good as he tasted. Her hand slid up his back, and took hold of his baseball cap. She tossed it to the floor, and revealed his short black hair. Her hand returned to his back. His muscles flexed under her hand as he deepened his kiss.

Breathless, he pulled away from their kiss. "By the way, my name is Julian," he said, as he closed the door behind him.

The name seductively rolled off his tongue.

His few words sent her body into overdrive. Kara didn't want to waste another moment, so she recaptured his lips. The smell of his cologne returned. She only imagined how the rest of him tasted after she got a sample of his kiss.

Kara deepened their kiss, her tongue carefully exploring his mouth. She wanted to savor everything about him. She tightened her embrace around him. His hard cock pressed against her body. She molded with him as her hardened nipples pressed against his chest. She wondered if every other part of him would taste as delectable as his lips. Eagerly she waited to find out.

Her hand crept under his shirt, and tugged at it. She wanted the shirt off. There was no stopping this, no backing out. She'd wanted him all day and here he was. He was almost naked, and ready for the taking.

She reached for her own shirt, pulled it off and tossed it behind her. Her hard, perky nipples ached to be touched. This was one day she was glad she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.

Right now she only desired to be naked with him, to feel him pounding inside her, needing him to rock her world.