Tuesday morning had arrived, I got up early and after pondering what to wear, I chose my black matching suspender and brief set with lace top opaque stockings, a dark green skirt and a short white top. I had ordered some items online, one package was due Friday, the other next Monday, so, as I wasn’t expecting any deliveries today. I was feeling rather relaxed, carefree, and was not worried about what I was wearing, or not wearing.It was quite liberating hanging around in a skirt, and wondered why it was so taboo for men to wear them, or if they did, they were seen as something less than a man, a person to be ridiculed, teased or humiliated.I looked out of the window, and much to my displeasure, it was yet another foul, miserable and wet rainy day. I washed the breakfast dishes, put away everything else and decided to do some very overdue hoovering. As I did the living room, I recalled the scene in the film Working Girl, where the lead character does the hoovering in her lingerie. It made me smile, but I thought no, not today.I finished hoovering, put the hoover in the cupboard and glanced at the clock. It was ten o’clock and the rain was pelting against the windows making a terrible din when I heard the doorbell. “Okay, I’m coming!” I said loudly enough for whoever it was to hear.I quickly took off my skirt and shoes, and donned some loose trousers, not bothering to put on any socks, just my slippers. I headed for the front door, wondering who on earth it could be. When I opened the door I saw Fred, the postman, holding a small package and looking very wet and dishevelled.“Morning, Fred. What the hell happened to you?”“Morning, Daniel,” sighed Fred heavily. “I slipped on taksim escort that damned path again. Hit my head on one of the pots, and I’ve a stinking headache now.”“Why don’t you come in and have a coffee? I’ve got some first aid stuff in the kitchen. We can clean that up and dry you off a little.”“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out,” said Fred rather nervously.“Of course I’m sure. Come in Fred.”I shut the door behind him and led him into the kitchen. Fortunately, I had folded my skirt and put it on the side chair in the living room, the shoes underneath and hopefully out of sight. I didn’t want him to see those particular items at this moment in time.“Sit down and I’ll put a coffee on, then we can clean that cut.”I had noticed how Fred looked at me on the few occasions he knocked on the door, especially after the couple of instances where I had given him a brief glimpse of the top of my panties and nylon-covered ankles when I bent down. Of course, I had made it look accidental, purposely to tease him. Until now, he had done nothing to suggest he had seen anything. Today, however, his unexpected visit gave me the perfect opportunity.Fred sat down and I knew he was watching me carefully as I prepared the coffee. I purposefully stretched a little more when I reached for the first aid box on the top shelf of the cupboard, knowing I would show the top of my panties and probably the straps of my suspender belt. I was hoping to get a reaction from Fred, believing he had staged his accident on purpose, so I might invite him in, knowing I was friendly enough to help him.“That coffee does smell good. Are you sure I’m not stopping you doing anything?”I detected beşiktaş escort the tremor in his voice, the sign that he had seen something. “Of course not. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I was too busy.”I then noted the knowing smile on Fred’s face. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about what might happen next. I turned round and poured the coffee into two mugs and then gave one to Fred.“Why don’t we dry those trousers? They look soaking wet.”“Sure, why not, if it’s not too much trouble? I hate sitting in wet clothes.”“Me too,” I agreed.When Fred stripped off his trousers and handed them to me, I took them to the dryer, bent down in a way that purposely showed the top of my panties, and popped the trousers inside. After that, I got the first aid box, popped it on the table next to Fred and then cleaned the cuts and graze on his forehead. I was standing close on purpose, knowing he would be looking at my waist. My trousers had remained lower on my waist after bending down at the dryer, so I knew he would see the trim of my panties.The next thing I felt was Fred’s hands moving the waistband of my trousers down a little, and then rubbing his hand over my cock, which had grown erect from the anticipation.“I bet you look so hot in panties and stockings,” he said glancing up at my face.I swallowed hard and stepped back a little. ‘This is it,’ I thought. “Why don’t you have a look then?”“I’ll do just that,” said Fred as he grabbed the top of my trousers and pulled them down. He then cast his eyes over me, almost drooling. “Wow! As I thought. Take your top off.”I removed my shirt, kicked off my slippers, finished removing my trousers, and then stood there in nothing but my sexy underwear. My cock was now fully erect and straining the front of my panties.Fred’s eyes widened in delight. “Yes, very nice, Daniel. Very nice indeed, and it obviously excites you.” Fred reached out and rubbed my cock through my panties, which sent a shudder through my body. I wanted him to suck me so badly.“You like that, don’t you?”I nodded, shocked by how easily and fast the scene was unfolding, just as I had dreamed it would. My fantasy was going to become reality.“Kneel and suck my cock,” said Fred.I obliged without resistance. I knelt down, and as Fred lifted his arse off the chair, I pulled his briefs down and took hold of the soft cock, which was beginning to harden. I took the cock in my mouth and started sucking it while fondling his balls. It didn’t take long for him to reach a full erection, and when it did, I eased the foreskin back using my mouth, and then licked the purple head all around.Fred moaned with pleasure, widened his legs a little more and eased his butt forward. “That’s lovely, Daniel. Now suck it.”It was obvious Fred was keen on hygiene because the cock tasted fresh, and I could taste and smell the distinct scent of soap. That pleased me.I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the hard, throbbing cock, savouring the experience. It was more pleasurable than I thought, and hoped Fred would return the gesture. Every so often, I stopped sucking and licked the sensitive head all around the ridge and then over the whole surface. I could tell it was sending Fred into a frenzy of delight.I had read on many websites that uncircumcised cocks were more sensitive than circumcised ones, and if Fred’s reaction was anything to go by, I guessed it must be true. I would now, however, have to find someone with a circumcised cock to prove it for sure, and now I had a taste for it, it was only a matter of time.