The sun beat down on my bare shoulders, the heat making my s..

The sun beat down on my bare shoulders, the heat making my skin shiny as I leaned against the mailbox. My red tank top was cropped just below my tits, my Daisy Dukes hugged my hips, barely covering my pubes and I knew every curve was on display. I wasn’t here to play nice. My postman, Adam, had ghosted me the night before, promising a late-night visit that never happened. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.

I saw his white mail truck round the corner, the engine humming as it slowed. Adam's eyes locked on me through the windshield, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face. He shook his head, like he knew he was in trouble but couldn’t help enjoying the view. I smirked, pushing off the mailbox and sauntering toward the truck as he pulled up.

“Damn, Brooke,” he said, leaning out the window, his voice low and rough. “You don’t make this easy, do you?”

I crossed my arms under my chest, pushing my boobs up. “You stood me up, Adam. I don’t like being left waiting. Care to explain?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his wedding band shining in the sunlight. “I was on my way last night, I swear. Got halfway to your place before I started thinking about my wife. I couldn’t do it. I can’t cheat on her, no matter how bad I want to.”

I stepped closer, close enough that my bare thigh brushing the edge of his open door. His eyes darted to my legs, lingering on the hem of my shorts. “Want to, huh?” I said in a sexy low voice, “Sounds like you’re fighting a losing battle.”

He groaned, shifting in his seat, and I could see the bulge forming in his pants. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, but I could see his eyes looking at my boobs and my low cut shorts. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I said leaning in closer to him, “Oh, I know. And I know you’re thinking about leaning me against this mailbox right now, married or not.” I stepped back just enough to look him in the eyes, licking my lips. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

His jaw tightened, and for a second, I thought he might break. His hand tightened on the steering wheel, like he was imagining grabbing me. But then he shook his head, forcing a laugh. “You’re gonna kill me, Brooke. I’m trying to be good here.”

“Good’s overrated,” I said, stretching my arms in the air so my shirt rises above my boobs to give him a peek of my nips to tease him. “You think your wife’s gonna care if you give me a quick fuck? I won’t tell, if you won't”

“Jesus,” he breathed, his voice strained. “You’re making this so fucking hard.”

“That’s the idea,” I shot back, glancing at the bulge in his pants. I wanted to climb into that truck and straddle him right there, feel him throb under me. But I knew I had to play this slow, he was teetering, but not broken yet.

He swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel like it was hanging on for dear life. “I gotta finish my route,” he said, but he didn’t move, didn’t look away. “You’re gonna get me fired, or worse.”

I stepped back, and winked at him and said, “Fine, go finish your job and go home to your wife, But I’m not done with you yet. Next time you pull up, I might not be so patient.” I turned, swaying my hips as I walked away knowing his eyes were glued to my ass. “And Adam,” I called over my shoulder. “I don’t care about your morals. I just want to feel your dick in me."

He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he put the truck in gear. “You’re fucking relentless,” he said, but he had this look in his eyes and I know this isn't over.

As he drove off, I leaned against the mailbox, my clit buzzing with the thrill of the chase. Adam could play the good husband all he wanted, but I’d seen the way he looked at me, the way his body reacted to me. This was a game, and I was just getting started.