Post Office Passion

The post office queue was eternal. Twenty minutes to post one parcel. I was about to lose my mind when Maureen caught my eye.

She was behind the counter—late forties, curvy, with reading glasses on a chain and a smile that said she'd rather be anywhere else. But when she looked at me, something changed.

"Next, please." She took my parcel, weighed it. "That's seven pounds forty."

I paid, but she didn't hand over the receipt.

"You're the last one. Was about to close up." She glanced at the door. "Got time to help me with something in the back?"

The back office was cramped—parcels, scales, a desk covered in paperwork. She locked the door, took off her glasses.

"Twenty-five years I've worked here," she said. "Twenty-five years of queues and complaints. Never once did anything interesting." She stepped closer. "Until now."

"What's changed?"

"Turned fifty last week. Decided life's too short." She kissed me without warning—confident, hungry, like she'd been saving it up.

Her body was soft, warm, all curves that her uniform tried to hide. I grabbed her arse and she moaned into my mouth.

"God, I needed that."

"Let me give you more."

Her blouse came off, revealing a bra that was working overtime. I unhooked it, watched heavy tits fall free.

"Like them?"

"They're perfect."

I buried my face there while she worked at my jeans. When she got her hand around me, she gasped.

"Oh my. That's... substantial."

I pushed her back onto the desk, cleared space among the paperwork. Her skirt hiked up, tights torn, knickers pulled aside.

"Don't tease. Just—"

I pushed in and she moaned—deep, satisfied. Her legs wrapped around me.

"Harder—yes—like that—"

We fucked on that post office desk, stamps and forms flying. She came twice, loud and shameless.

"Inside me—please—"

I came deep, feeling her clench around me.

We lay there among the scattered mail.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'll find something to post."

"I'll find a reason to close early."

Walked out with my receipt and her number. First class service, that woman.

Never minded the queue again.