Special Delivery

SPECIAL DELIVERY

I lay there in bed, Saturday morning, looking at the ceiling. Just another summer Saturday, with nothing in particular to do. “I suppose I could get my but out of bed and do something.” I thought to myself.

Stumbling sleepily out of my bedroom I was nearly run over by my roommate on his way out.

“Hey! Geez Tom… Slow down! What’s the hurry?” I mumbled grumpily as I managed to navigate myself to the kitchen and the fridge for some juice.

“Good morning to you too moose face!” Tom said as he gathered up his camping gear to load into his car.

“I overslept too… suppose to go camping with the folks this weekend… remember?” he added.

“Oh yeah… you have fun out there in the woods with all the bugs and stuff.” I said grinning after I emptied what was left of the orange juice.

“So what are you going to do all weekend Rodge?” he said as he picked up the last of his stuff and couldn’t quite get a grip on his cooler.

“I don’t know.” I admitted as I picked up his cooler for him and followed him out to his car in front of our apartment building.

“I guess I ought to wash my car though.” I said looking disgustedly at my heap parked next to his. Tom had written “wash me… please!” in the dirt on the door facing his car.

“Good idea.” He said grinning mischievously getting into his car.

“Asshole!” I said smirking and threatening to slam the door on his legs. “Have fun.” I added when he closed the door.

“Thanks… You too.” Tom said as he backed out of the parking space

I watched him drive out to the end of the complex parking lot in his little red rice burner. I was about to turn and go back in when I saw our “mailman” getting out of her jeep at the entrance to the complex and start sorting her deliveries. She was in shorts today. Her Postal uniform black shoes and black socks didn’t do her justice, but those shorts could hardly make her look bad. I smiled to myself as I turned to go inside. I caught the scribbled plea for washing again out of the corner of my eye, and sighed, “Well… It is something to do.” I admitted to myself as I started a mental checklist of the necessary items I would need to do the job.

Ten minutes later, I was back outside armed with a sponge, a pale of soapy water, and a hose. I was still dressed in my cut off sweats and an old tee shirt, I didn’t see any point in getting any dirtier than I had to. I opened the car door and switched on the radio, and turned up the volume. “What the Hell?” I thought… “It’s after noon, the neighbors can’t bitch about it now.”

I was halfway across the passenger side when Sandy started making her rounds. I tried not to look too obviously distracted by her, but failed miserably. Sandy caught me following her with my eyes several times, and just smiled each time. So I smiled back. She had light brown hair… almost blond from all the sun she got by carrying mail. Sandy had a marvelous tan too, but it was those legs and cute little rear end that had me fascinated. She moved like a cat, so graceful.

By the time Sandy got around the complex to my apartment building, I was just finishing up the roof. I started to hose it down when Sandy popped into view…and the stream of water. I shut it off as abruptly as I could, but she still got a start. She sort of snapped back and let out a little gasp from the shock of the cold water on such a hot day. I very seriously considered just crawling under the car at that moment, but Sandy just smiled and said.

“Thanks… I needed that! Boy! Is it hot today or what?”

“Yeah… it is I guess” I stammered. “I’m sorry about that… I didn’t see you.”

“Uh huh…” She said suspiciously and smiling “Well you’ve been watching me for a while now, how come you didn’t see me just now?” She added coyly. Turning about three shades darker red I struggled for something tosay.

“I… uh… I didn’t mean to stare.” I said. “Oh Yeah! Real smooth stupid!” I thought to myself.

“Oh I don’t mind.” she said grinning. “And I wasn’t just referring to today.”

“Huh?” I feigned puzzlement.

“I’ve seen you watching me for the past few weeks. You and your roommate!” She said in a giggly voice, trying to look serious and sorting her deliveries for my building. She took some out and put them

back in her bag.

“Well I got to admit that you are a lot better to look at than our last mail man.” I gushed ready to turn the hose on myself and cool off

“I saw your roommate going out as I pulled into the parking lot, he going somewhere?” she said glancing up from the mail long enough to check me out not so discreetly.

“Um… yeah… He’s going camping for the weekend with his folks.”

“And he left you here all by yourself?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Uh… yeah… How’d you know that I had a roommate?” I asked her stupidly. She just help up a handful of mail and smiled at me. “Oh yeah…” I said grinning.

“Well got to finish my rounds… Bye.” she said and walked on to the next building with an incredibly sexy wiggle that I hadn’t noticed before.