My cock, stiff and standing dutifully at attention with me on the sofa, was easily seen as the postman would ride up. I slowly stroked the 7 throbbin... inches to keep it hard. I didn't want to cum, not yet anyway.Soon it was 10:30 and I saw the reflection in the tv as the postman rode up to my mailbox. I made sure my cock was in full view and I noticed the postman stopped directly over my shoulder, where he caught a clear picture of both the video on my computer and the firm cock iin my hand.. Why did he stop??? I was about to scream at him when he stepped back, pulling out and stood me up. He moved me to the glass behind the desk and pressed me against it, breasts flat. I could feel his cock rubbing me between my legs, giving him time to calm down. ‘Like this,’ he whispered in my ear. He put my hands flat on the glass and nudged my legs apart just a bit. My nipples puckered hard against the frigid surface. I looked out and found that we were several floors up but anyone in the next. I felt his cock head probe around until he pushed against my lips and got maybe an inch inside me before he pulled out.“Holy shit, is that what I think it is?” he asked. With my head bobbing up and down booth one’s cock I couldn’t answer. Instead, I shoved my hips back again, pressing my booty against the wall so my vagina showed through the hole behind me. “Oh god, are you sure?” he asked. I spread my knees a little, which also spread my lips a little wider for him to see. Quit asking. Todd turned red. "I keep saying it. Get past the shyness."The waitress took us to a very close booth for four. I satacross from Jeff, and Lisa from Todd. They fell into aconversation about places to look at for the wedding, places toavoid and all that sort of thing. Jeff and I started talkingabout work. He and Todd were investment bankers for CSFB. Theytraded derivatives."They're a bit hard to understand," he said. "If you're notinterested, I'm sure we can find something to talk about.".