A One Shot BAMrotica Fiction ~ Rated R/X, I guess?
This story, group of stories will be sort of in the same vain as the
Red Shoe Dairies series; only a little raunchier; sometimes.
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It's a new BAM series I call:
BAM After Dark: The BAMrotica Chronicles
The first installment in the series is called:
My Letter Carrier Can Ring My Bell, Anytime!...
"A Short Excerpt"
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the
Introduction
Maggie Stone is a very wealthy, successful vibrant and sexy woman in her mid-thirties, but doesn't look a day over 25. She was married to a extremely beautiful intelligent renown doctor by the name of Maria Santos for several years until that tragic automobile accident stole her away from the small-framed woman almost two years ago. Every since then Maggie's been somewhat of a recluse. Oh, friends have tried to bring her back from the brink on numerous occasions but after a loss of such great magnitude as your spouse dying in such a horrific way, well, it's been very difficult for her to feel whole again. And although, she's been on a half a dozen or so blind dates within the past 8 months no woman has come remotely close to gaining her interest enough for there to be a second date or even a good roll in the hay which if truth be told she could use right about now.
Enter college co-ed, Bianca Montgomery. She's smart, talented, has dark hair and eyes and is drop dead gorgeous. And kind of on the tall side. All of the qualities Maggie truly appreciates in a woman. With one more crucial attribute; she must also be an incredible lover.
the
Story
Tweet-a-leet...Tweet-a-lee-a-leet...Tweet-a-leet, "Ah, that silly buzzer ~ how many times have I told Mai-"stopping herself in mid sentence, dredging herself back to the here and now. "Just a min-hold on, please...come on damned shoe get on my foot why don't you,...agh," Maggie groaned softly as she
struggled to put on her flip flop, hopping on one foot as she cautiously making her way to the front door.
Finally reaching the door, peeking through the stained glass and catching a glimpse of the young woman on the other side, 'Mmm, who's that?' The tiny lady queried to herself with a small smile then asking, "Who is it?"
"US Postal Service, I have a certified letter for a...Ms. M. Margaret Stone." The soothing voice wafting softly through the mostly glass door replied.
"Oh, okay," opening the door and getting a wonderful view of the back of the brunette. Who'd just turned around upon hearing a group of children playing just on the other side of the cul-de-sac. A gentle cough from the little auburn haired woman and the woman in the light and dark blue uniform turned in the direction of the homeowner.
"Hello, I'm sorry ~ I was ah watching the kids play. Are you Ms. Stone," The brunette said as she glanced down at the clipboard and the certified mail in question.
"Yes, I'm Maggie Stone." The older woman smiled at the younger one then inquired to no one in particular, "I wonder what it is and who it's from?"
"Only one way to find out, Ms. Stone," The younger woman said, returning Maggie's smile as she handed her the clipboard and pen with the attached letter and said, "I need you to sign here," pointing to the line with the X marked by it.
As Maggie signed for her mail she couldn't help but notice how tight and short the young woman's uniform really was. Paying close attention as the tender miss lifted her arm to wipe some perspiration from her brow on the fitted short sleeve shirt that cupped the woman's very toned arms quite nicely. Thinking to herself, 'it is, after all, 90+ degrees this mid-day afternoon in late July in Silver Springs MD.' It's no wonder that she hasn't melted from the increased humidity that accompanied the high temperature. Maggie once again allowed her her gaze to drag up and down the length of the brunette's toned stacked frame. This time though the young woman caught the middle-aged woman by surprise, staring at her, as she stood there glistening in the late afternoon day sun with a wickedly sexy smirk on her face to boot.
"Ah...ah, sorry...you caught me I was just admiring how in shape you are ~ you, you must work out...a lot?" The older woman stood there looking like a teen-aged boy noticing the female anatomy for the first time, a small patch of drool forming on the right side of her mouth, she was sure of it.
~ full post to come this weekend ~