BazzaBear
11-28-2009, 03:19 AM
My house runs perpendicular to the main road. It is the first of three houses that follow a line, with a gravel driveway leading to the last house. My front door is made of glass with two curved glass panels on each side. I also have a huge bay window, all facing a wooded lot. With such privacy, I can leave the drapes and door coverings open or closed depending on my mood for nature or my desire for privacy.
This summer, I noticed that we had got a new mailman delivering on our route. My heart quickened the first time I set eyes on him. Tall, lanky, with a full head of red hair. IF only....
I kept an eye out for when he delivered, and soon had his routine down pat, knew within five minutes when I would hear the crunch of gravel of his footsteps, as he delivered to our three houses.
Each time I saw him, my fantacies became more and more vivid. So, I decided that enough was enough...lets see what team he plays on.
The plan became, that just before his scheduled arrival, I would grab a quick shower, drape a towel over my shoulders and parade nude before the window, as if I was just going from shower to bedroom when he delivered.
On this particular day, I took myself in hand so to speak and got myself psyched up to expose myself. As the time approached, my cock started to thicken in anticipation, which would make one think I was really well hung,if, one just happened to look in.
I listened carefully for his footsteps on the gravel, and as I waited my cock continued to thicken and soon was standing at rapid attention. NO, that was not the plan...if, I was at full attention, he would think I was waiting for him... and that was not part of the plan. SHIT, think of baseball (didn't work), scrubbing the toilet (didn't work), chopping wood.. didn't work in fact my wood got harder and stiffer, and soon my cockhead was glistening with pre cum.
And there it was the crunch of gravel, shit shit shit.. scrap my plan and try for another day... To late, there he was on the other side of the window, reaching for the flap on the mail box. And there I was frozen with cock bobbing in excitement. Maybe he didn't see me... yah right. He put the mail in my box and proceeded up the lane. No reaction. Whew he didn't see me. And yes, I was disappointed, I was hoping for a big smile and a wink.
I quickly grabbed my jeans, tugged them on and zipped them up over my now throbbing cock. Shirtless, I opened the door to grab the mail, just as he was coming back down the lane. If, he said something like "you should close your drapes", I would get the message.
As he approached, I snuck a quick glance at his crotch and HAPPY DAYS, there was a bulge there that I had not noticed on other occassions!
As, he came even with me, he appeared to not even notice. But, as he passed he said; "Nice show, will there be a new episope tomorrow?" And he kept walking not even glancing my way. As I watched his tight ass go down the lane, my inner voice was saying YES YES
I ducked back into my house and quickly got my jeans down around my ankles and with only two strokes I came in one hell of a load. To be honest, I haven't shot a load like that in months. For the rest of the day, I was busy thinking of "shows" to produce the next day. Two more jerk off sessions occured as my fantacies got more explicit and more involved.
stay tuned for the show ...
This summer, I noticed that we had got a new mailman delivering on our route. My heart quickened the first time I set eyes on him. Tall, lanky, with a full head of red hair. IF only....
I kept an eye out for when he delivered, and soon had his routine down pat, knew within five minutes when I would hear the crunch of gravel of his footsteps, as he delivered to our three houses.
Each time I saw him, my fantacies became more and more vivid. So, I decided that enough was enough...lets see what team he plays on.
The plan became, that just before his scheduled arrival, I would grab a quick shower, drape a towel over my shoulders and parade nude before the window, as if I was just going from shower to bedroom when he delivered.
On this particular day, I took myself in hand so to speak and got myself psyched up to expose myself. As the time approached, my cock started to thicken in anticipation, which would make one think I was really well hung,if, one just happened to look in.
I listened carefully for his footsteps on the gravel, and as I waited my cock continued to thicken and soon was standing at rapid attention. NO, that was not the plan...if, I was at full attention, he would think I was waiting for him... and that was not part of the plan. SHIT, think of baseball (didn't work), scrubbing the toilet (didn't work), chopping wood.. didn't work in fact my wood got harder and stiffer, and soon my cockhead was glistening with pre cum.
And there it was the crunch of gravel, shit shit shit.. scrap my plan and try for another day... To late, there he was on the other side of the window, reaching for the flap on the mail box. And there I was frozen with cock bobbing in excitement. Maybe he didn't see me... yah right. He put the mail in my box and proceeded up the lane. No reaction. Whew he didn't see me. And yes, I was disappointed, I was hoping for a big smile and a wink.
I quickly grabbed my jeans, tugged them on and zipped them up over my now throbbing cock. Shirtless, I opened the door to grab the mail, just as he was coming back down the lane. If, he said something like "you should close your drapes", I would get the message.
As he approached, I snuck a quick glance at his crotch and HAPPY DAYS, there was a bulge there that I had not noticed on other occassions!
As, he came even with me, he appeared to not even notice. But, as he passed he said; "Nice show, will there be a new episope tomorrow?" And he kept walking not even glancing my way. As I watched his tight ass go down the lane, my inner voice was saying YES YES
I ducked back into my house and quickly got my jeans down around my ankles and with only two strokes I came in one hell of a load. To be honest, I haven't shot a load like that in months. For the rest of the day, I was busy thinking of "shows" to produce the next day. Two more jerk off sessions occured as my fantacies got more explicit and more involved.
stay tuned for the show ...