HNT / Mistress and the Fed Ex Man

Mistress has been recovering from a nasty cough these last few days. The clean, high mountain air seems to be helping, and the sunshine charged her batteries like nothing else.

Though it's not too humid here, the sun can be very intense. Slave does to huddle under the portal (the overhang that surrounds our house) with a good book.

Mistress on the other hand likes to go for it, soaking up the sun's rays for hours at a time. Fortunately, her swarthy complexion seems to handle it. I offer to apply sun screen, which offer is usually rejected. Amazingly she does not burn.

And because we have almost complete privacy, why shouldn't Mistress use this opportunity to eliminate those tan lines.

"My 'clean shaven folds' are all tan now Slave.... what do you think?"

This said as she hands me an iced tea she had generously offered to get her Slave, giving me a full view of her firm and bronzed body.

"Lovely, Mistress."

The only problem can be the ocassional arrival of the Fed Ex Man who pulls up the drive, loops around at the top, and then hands over his package.

If he is aware of what to look for, and he's been here more than a few times over the years, he's likely to get a very nice view of the lovely Mistress from the high seat of his delivery van.

As it turned out, when he arrived yesterday, I was inside making some lunch, while Mistress remained in naked repose out on her chair, as demonstrated above.

He did have a rather dazed expression on his face when he handed over the envelope sent from my office.

Maybe it was just the sun. Playing tricks on him.