Working in a post office is boring and mind numbing work at the best of times. Having to do it while living on a tropical island, spending the majority of your day in a mailroom sorting packages while everyone else is outside enjoying the sunlight? For a lot of people, it would seem like torture. But Jessica didn’t mind it so much. At the very least, she got to get a bit of sun early in the morning while delivering letters and packages… as for the rest of her shift in the post office, it was fine. She got to sit in a cool, air conditioned room, looking out the window at the revellers. Sometimes she got a bit of eye candy as well… this day in particular, she was staring at a group of well-toned, well muscled young bulls, out playing with a frisbee. To be honest, they looked like total frat bros, and probably had personalities like sandpaper. Plus- frisbees, really? Still… it didn’t turn her off from watching them.
Plus there was a dark-furred one whose trunks clung to him a little more than the others. And maybe it was her imagination, but it looked as though there was a little jiggle in his pants as he dove and ran for the plastic disc. Watching from afar, she felt a warmth in her thighs, felt a little saliva in her mouth, felt her tail unconsciously thwacking against the chair…

Out came the ‘out to lunch’ sign, even though it was about 4 in the afternoon, and the wolf locked herself in the back room.

As she picked a sturdy box to sit on, finding her hidden bottle of lube and her toy, she let herself imagine a conversation with the young man, finding him towering over her, smiling warmly, his body glistening with sweat. Sitting down and lathering the glistening lube all over the dildo, she closed her eyes and imagined the taste of his tongue in her mouth, his breath pushing into her throat… she felt a bit of drool spatter onto her uniform, reminding her to tug it off before she braced herself against the cardboard. She pressed the tip of the dildo against her asshole, biting her lip, imagining the bull boy’s breath catching in his throat…
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he’d say…
“You ready, big boy?” Jessica whispered huskily to her imaginary lover… then, just before pushing down, she made a little correction, a spur of the moment thing… not something she’d consider normally, but it felt right in this moment. She moved her hips forward just a little bit, so now her taint rested against that cocktip… and she breathed deeply as she pushed down. Even as she did so, she could hear that bull gasp with delight, worshipping her with his words and his body, thanking him for being so, so kinky…

If you were to ask Jessica if she got bored, she would laugh graciously before giving you an emphatic ‘no’. There was plenty of things to keep her busy….