Title: Big Send Off Author: Eskimo1958 Summary: Tom the mailman finally retires, and two of his customers invite him for breakfast and more at a plush downtown hotel. Tom is surprised at all he can do, and why the ladies treated him to so much fun. Story is actually based on old joke, written in story form, see ending for punch line. Keywords: M/FF, humor
(Authors note: This is not really an original story. At the end, you can probably figure out why. I have taken the original concept and added to it. It was told to me years ago by a postal worker, good news is there is no violence. Please enjoy.)
Just got back from an interesting experience. I have been in the postal service here in Indianapolis for twenty-six years, as I got hired in just out of high school at the age of 19,and I just turned 45. Of these twenty-six years, I spent the last twenty-two of it on the same foot route on the far north side of Indianapolis. The neighborhood is an older one. The residents are on the higher income level, and the houses show it. For the past twenty-two years, I got to know pretty much all of my customers. I'll see them somewhere else, and they will always great me. I also received plenty of gifts at Christmas.
Anyway, this past year, they offered early out, so I decided "What the fuck, lets go for it!" I had lost my wife in a car wreck a few years back, and my two children are both out of college and married, so nothing to tie me down, other than the once-in-awhile grandpa duties. I set the date for my retirement for late July, and I didn't tell anyone on my route until about two weeks before. I soon found out how quickly word spread.
I was on my seventh relay, coming up to a nice split-level home when I seen the housewife, Mrs. Brown, standing on her porch. As I got her mail ready to give to her, I was taking in the sight. She was a few years younger than I, and was in great shape. Typical soccer mom, although her kids were now in college. I knew her husband in high school, a rather arrogant asshole then, and he still is, I might add. He's a lawyer, if that explains anything. She had always been friendly to me, however. They moved into my route right after I got it, so I 've known her for years. I've also seen her husband, Ron Brown, with other women at different places around town, and whether she knows or not, I don't know.
Anyway, I digress. She greeted me, "Hello Tom, is it true you're leaving this route?"
I smiled, handed her mail, god, what nice tits, "Yes ma'm, taking early out. Going to see what I can find part-time if I have to. May do some traveling, all depends."
She smiled, and said "Oh, well, I wish you luck." I waved bye, and went on my way, not thinking anything of it.
That was on Friday. The following Tuesday, I was coming up to her house again. As I was putting her mail in her mailbox, the door opened. She leaned out the door, wearing nothing but a robe, loosely tied I might add, her long blonde hair hanging down, as was the front of her robe. "Tom, what is your last day?"
I looked at her and said "Friday." I seen another person in the living room behind her, it was her neighbor, a cute little redhead, Mrs. Sanderson. She smiled at me, and I waved.
Mrs. Brown asked "Would it be okay if we make you breakfast? Sort of a going away thing."
I was floored, "Well Mrs. Brown, I can't really take time to eat while on my route. And Friday will be rather busy for me."
She said "Oh, okay, we understand that, what about next week?".
I responded, "Well, I don't have anything planned." She took the mail, and said "Okay, I'll come up with something."
I'm thinking, all right, a free breakfast! I worked the next three days, and on Friday, my last day, was an event. The guys at work had a big thing at the station, lots of food, and a party planned for Saturday night. I got a few neat gifts, nothing major, just sentimental things. I ended up two hours late getting onto my route. As I was on Mrs. Brown's relay, I seen her and Mrs. Sanderson out on their porch, both wearing the tiniest damn bikinis I had ever seen.
I was handing them each their mail, when Mrs. Brown spoke, "Well Tom, you excited to be retiring?"
I answered with a smile, "Yes Ma'm, last day is today." I was admiring their cleavage, Mrs. Brown was bigger by a cup size there, probably a D to Mrs. Sanderson's C's. Mrs. Brown was also a good four inches taller, and a bit bigger in the ass. I didn't know Mrs. Sanderson as well, although her husband and her had lived next door to the Brown's for ten years. They're both about the same age, forty-three I guess, and both have kept in good shape after having kids.
Mrs. Brown interrupted my viewing, "Well Tom, please call us by our first names, you probably know them anyway."
I smiled, "Yeah, yours is Amy, and hers is Laura."
Laura goes "He can probably tell you the names of our kids as well, better than we can."
We all laughed, and I started to walk away, when Amy stopped me, "Just one minute, Tom!"
"Yes Amy?" I asked.
She hesitated, then said "We're going to treat you to breakfast."
I smiled, and said "Well, I'm a bit behind right now." It was also about two-thirty in the afternoon, a bit late for breakfast.
Amy laughed, and replied "No, not today, are you doing anything Tuesday morning?"
I had to think, "No, I'm not planning on it."
She had a big smile on her face, as she said "Good, we've reserved a room at the Embassy Suites downtown, can you be there at oh, say, eight in the morning?"
I smiled, and said "Sure. I'll be there." We said our goodbye's, and I went on my way.
I had also had plenty of offers from other customers that day, and the previous day as well. Usually involving a drink, and I did meet a few of them after work, and on Saturday as well, and had a great time. The party Saturday night was great, as I got totally shitfaced. Luckily, my children were there, and my son and his wife drove me home. I had a terrible hangover Sunday, lasting into Monday. Monday night, the phone rang, I answered it, and it was Laura Sanderson, reminding me to be there on time, as they're ordering the food for me, and they want me to eat it when it's warm. She told me to ask for us at the front desk. I told her I would be there on time, and I also was told to wear something nice. I was really looking forward to having breakfast with these two good looking women.
I woke up early Tuesday morning. I showered and shaved, then put on my best suit. The hotel I'm going to is right off the circle, very nice and very expensive. I wasn't sure if I should have accepted such an offer, since they probably spent a lot of money. I arrived at the hotel at seven-thirty, the valet took my truck and gave me a coupon. Damn, what service. I entered the lobby, was impressed, it was open clean to the top floor. At the desk, I told the clerk who I was here to see, he said "Are you Mr. Tom Avern?" I replied in the affirmative, and he pointed me towards the glass elevators, telling me my party is waiting for me in suite 1804. A suite? Damn, this is starting to look rather impressive. I went to the elevator, and watched the lobby as I rode up to the floor. It stopped at the eighteenth floor, and I exited the car, seen a sign pointing to the lower numbers to the right, so I went that way. The door was the second one, and it was open slightly. I knocked, and heard Amy say "Come in."
Entering the room, there was a table set up with covered dishes and three chairs. The room had a couch and two comfy chairs, and a bedroom off to my right. The window on the opposite wall had a great view of the city below. From what I assumed to be the bedroom, Amy and Laura appeared, both wearing dresses, Amy red and Laura blue, and both had plenty of makeup on and their hair done up nicely. I let out a sigh, and Amy said "Well, you do look nice when you're in something other than a postal uniform." She went towards the table and said "Why don't you have a seat here?" As she pulled the middle chair away from the table.
Laura then asked "Oh, you don't have any health problems, do you?" Now, for some reason, this sent a signal to my mind, but I wasn't sure why.
I replied "Um, no Laura, I just had a physical for my retirement process, everything is clean."
She smiled, a bit too nervously for my liking, and added "Good, the food here is great, but we don't want to kill you with such rich stuff, and high in cholesterol." I smiled and sat down, lifted the cover off the plate in front of me. On my plate were scrambled eggs, a few sausage links, home fried potatoes, a pancake with strawberries, and I mean whole strawberries, and some crepe suzettes. I was wondering how in the hell I was going to eat all this. The two of them sat down next to me, and lifted their plate covers as well.
Amy said "Bon appetite, Tom." I smiled, grabbed a fork, and dug in.
The first mouthful tasted great, as did the second. There was a strange taste to it, one I've never had before. My face must have had a puzzled look on it, and Laura asked "Do you like it?"
I said "Yes, but it tastes a bit different."
Amy giggled, and Laura said "Oh, probably the special seasoning we added." More giggling, something ain't right here, but my eyes and stomach weren't letting my mind think. There was fresh apple juice, which I love, and I drank it down.
We talked as we ate, not about anything in particular. They asked about my retirement plans, and about my kids. And I asked them about theirs, as well. When I was about done with my plate, I noticed myself keep checking out the cleavage of Amy, she caught me a few times, and all she would do is smile. My pecker was enjoying the show, and I was getting worried about standing up and embarrassing myself.
Finally, I placed my napkin over my plate, a sign of surrender. I was stuffed. Laura and Amy were through as well, and Laura got up, saying "I'll call the concierge to have this removed, why don't you take Tom over to the couch and I'll get us some coffee, Amy?"
Amy got up and said "Sure, come Tom, lets have an after breakfast drink."
I got up, with a slight tent in my pants. She glanced down and I knew she seen it, as she turned her head and led me to the couch. Laura used the phone, and in ten minutes, the bus boy was in the room and wheeling the table out, as another grabbed the chairs. Laura brought over a tray with three coffees, and gave Amy and I each a cup. She placed the tray down, and sat on my left, with Amy on my right.
After the busboys got done cleaning up and left the room, we continued our conversation. Amy said "I heard you went to school with my husband, Tom?"
"Yes, I did, he was a year ahead of me."
"Was he an arrogant asshole back then, too?"
I about spit my coffee across the fucking room. She giggled, and added "I'll take that as a yes." I chuckled a bit, and she continued, "You see, I know my husband cheats on me. He currently has a young blonde as a mistress. Laura's husband is screwing around on her, as well." Both her and Laura stood up, looked at me, and Amy asked "Now Tom, do are bodies look like they should be ignored?" With that, they both pulled their dresses off their shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. Neither were wearing a stitch underneath. Amy's breasts stuck out, big and full. It was obvious they had been enhanced. Laura's were smaller, and were like small ski-slopes. My mouth was hanging open, as my eyes worked down to their crotches. Amy had a shaved twat, while Laura was neatly trimmed, her red hair looked rather fine and smooth.
I started to speak, "Um....n-n-no, I find it hard to ignore either one of you." God, what the fuck did I get myself into. My cock was bursting, but my mind was trying to find a rational way out of here.
Laura bent over, grabbed my prick through my slacks and said "I see something else is hard, as well. " She had a big smile on her face, as her small tits swayed underneath her. I reached up with my right hand and took her left breast and squeezed gently.
She leaned forward and we kissed passionately, only to be interrupted by Amy, who said "Why don't we go into the bedroom, where it might be more comfortable?" Laura straightened up, and offered her hand. I stood up, and as I did, they both started removing my clothes.
Amy pulled my pants down from behind, and Laura removed my shirt. I stepped out of my pants, as Amy then guided my boxers down.
When my prick sprung free, Laura looked down and said "Wow, nice piece. Bigger than my husbands." Shit, her husband must be small. I'm barely average, about six and a half inches, he must be a hamster dick.
Amy agreed, "Yeah, Ron is a good inch smaller, as well."
Well, if these two were trying to get my confidence up, they were doing a great job. I was now bare-ass naked, just as they were. We groped each other on our way into the bedroom, falling into a heap onto the big king-size bed. I wanted a taste of pussy, and I rolled Amy onto her back and buried my face in her clean snatch. Not wanting to be left out, Laura crawled around and started sucking my cock. I had thought I had died and gone to heaven. Amy's snatch was wet and tasted great. I shoved a finger up her cunt, and started vibrating it. Soon she was bucking her hips, as I added another finger, then a third, fucking her cunt with my hand as I sucked on her clit with my lips.
Laura was doing wonders on my cock, and I was having a hard time concentrating on my pussy eating. Soon Amy was moaning loudly, and her pussy tightened as she came hard, her juices gushing out and covering my face and chin. I felt my balls tighten, as I blasted a load into Laura�s' expert mouth, my grunts and moans drowned by the cunt in my face. Laura pushed on my hips, making me roll onto my back. She straddled my pelvis, took my cock into her hand and lowered herself down on my shaft. She was tight, warm and slick, and soon she was bouncing up and down on me, with one of her hands frigging her clit. Amy, recovered from her orgasm, came over and started kissing me passionately, as I started rubbing her breasts.
Laura screamed out in passion, as she came for her first orgasm. Amy had moved down and was sucking on my nipples, a new experience for me. Laura rolled off, and my cock, amazingly still hard, making a plopping sound as it popped out of her cunt. Amy said "My turn!" as she climbed up and mounted my still rock hard shaft. I reached over to Laura and inserted a finger in her cunt, and started finger fuck her as Amy was getting a fast rhythm going. I could feel the cum moving up my shaft, and just as I was about to come, Amy let out a loud moan and slammed hard down on my cock, sending us both into orgasm, my cock erupting deep in her snatch. She collapsed forward onto me, her face buried into my chest.
I rolled us both over, still buried into her snatch. Damn, I was still hard! I grabbed her knees and pushed them to her chest. Then I started pummeling her twat with my tool. I drilled her for a good twenty minutes, with her hitting at least three orgasms, before I collapsed, a bit tired. I rolled off, my cock still hard. Laura came over and took it in her mouth, cleaning off the combined juices. "God damn, I'm still fucking hard." I didn't mean to say it out loud, but I did.
Both Amy and Laura laughed, and Amy said "You ought to be, considering the special seasoning you had with breakfast." She looked at my shocked face, and added "We put crushed Vaigra on your food, don't worry, only two tablets. You should be soft again by morning.
Laura released my prick from her mouth, and added "Yeah, if we don't fuck you to death." She went back to sucking me, as she swung her leg over and sat her snatch down on my face. Amy tasted great, Laura was beyond tasting great, she was fabulous. I was delirious! Two gorgeous women wanting me to service them for the rest of the day and night. I found that the drug kept me hard, but I didn't have that many orgasms, although I could fuck one cunt or the other for a good twenty to thirty minutes before tiring. We screwed all day, resting a bit, then going at it again. There was a spa in an adjoining room off the main room, and we even did it in there. That night, we crawled under the covers, and I was woken up by both of them three times each to drill their insatiable twats.
I woke up about eight in the morning, my cock still buried in Amy's warm, moist cunt, her on top of me, and Laura snuggled up next to me on my left. I could feel that my cock was a bit softer than it had been, and Amy opened her eyes and looked into mine. She kissed me, as she rolled off, my spent cock getting some air. Laura woke to the movement on the bed, and reached down and grabbed my meat. It was feeling a bit tender, as she went down on me. Amy got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard her turn the shower on, as Laura was working on getting me to complete hardness. I moaned a bit, she was doing a great job. I rolled over, and she laid back onto her back. As I got between her out spread legs, she guided me into her warm tunnel of love. We started slowly, but soon were in a good fucking rhythm, her heels grinding into my ass, wanting me to fuck her harder.
Just as Amy came out of the bathroom, I blasted my final load, painting her pussy walls with my cum, causing her to exploded into orgasm.
I rolled off, and Amy said "Okay guys, funs about over, why don't you two go take a shower."
Laura moaned, saying "No, not yet, I don't want to go back to the real world." Amy and I laughed, as I got off the bed and headed to the shower. Laura followed, and we climbed into the shower and washed each other up. Once done and dried off, we re-entered to bedroom, finding Amy pulling her dress over her head. My clothes were neatly folded on the bed, so I went over to them. Laura started dressing as well.
As I was buttoning my shirt, just about completely dressed, Amy goes, "Oh yes, there is one more thing, here's your purse Laura."
Laura responded "Oh yeah, you're right." They each dug through their purses, and each pulled out a dollar bill. They came over to me and handed me the two bucks. Now I was confused. They fed me a great breakfast, and fucked my brains out for the last twenty-two hours, and now they're giving me two dollars?
My face must have showed my shock, as Amy said "Let me explain, Tom." She leaned forward and kissed me, "When we heard you were retiring, Laura and I decided to make you breakfast, only at home. But, our husbands had a better idea. You can thank them for it."
"Huh?" I responded.
She continued "Yes, well, Laura and I were out with our husbands having dinner, when I mentioned to Ron and her husband that we were thinking of making you breakfast as a send-off."
Laura continued, "Yeah, and I asked if he had any ideas on what else to give you."
I looked at them and said "And what did he suggest?"
Amy smiled, and said "He said "Fuck him, give him a dollar."
hope you got the joke-
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