My thirteen-year-old sister became ill the last few days of the big cookie sale. When this happened, she broke down and bawled something awful. She was very close to selling the most cookies and this would bring her a big prize.
I could not stand to see her so unhappy and told her I would do my best to sell cookies for her. While I am five years older than Eileen, we are about the same size. My bust is a little larger than hers and I am perhaps at five feet two, an inch taller than her, but otherwise we are the same size.
I looked in the mirror and felt I could get away with wearing her uniform. The blouse was tighter across my breasts than I would have liked and the skirt showed more thigh than I usually show, but, on the whole, it was okay. Though, to be honest, if I had seen a girl dressed that way I would have called her a tart, but cookies had to be sold and I was my sister's only hope.
We are both blonds, with good but not knock out gorgeous bodies. Men are attracted to me so I feel good on that score. Eileen tells me that boys like her too, though her body has not yet developed.
Friday morning, I was home from college at the time, I met up with another girl dressed in her prim little uniform to see what we could do about selling those blasted cookies. She looked at me a bit askance; all right, more than that. Her eyes popped out when she saw the way my tits pushed the blouse out and how much thigh I was showing. I pretended not to notice.
We were together because the leaders were afraid some horny man would molest us. I think some of the girls were a little disappointed in this rule, believing they could do a better job alone.
Anyway, this kid and I went to a nearby neighborhood with our order books in hand and started knocking on doors. There were not a lot of people home; lots of women worked now, so sales were slow. By eleven we were hot, tired, and thirsty.
We told each other we would make one more attempt and then break for lunch. A man, nice looking older guy, opened the door and we made our pitch. He started to shake his head when I interrupted him. "Please mister. We're hot, tired, and thirsty. Could we come in and rest a minute and have a drink of water?"
He shifted his eyes to me and I gave him my biggest smile and moved my shoulders back. This lifted my 34C tits and they strained even more against my sister's uniform shirt. It made a pretty sight, I was sure.
His eyes lingered on my tits a moment and then moved down my body. The guy got a pretty good look at what I had and, as I said, my body while not gorgeous, is nice to look at.
He kept his eyes on my thighs as he told us, "Okay, girls. Come on in. I'll find some water for you." He led us into the living room and we sat down. I chose a large overstuffed leather chair while my sister's friend took a seat on the couch. I made sure my skirt was pulled up a bit, revealing even more of my thighs. If I crossed my legs, as I intended to do, he would have a good look at my non-regulation bikini panties.
The man brought us the water and I gave him a big smile as I took it from his hand. I noticed his eyes lingering on my thighs when I crossed them and felt that there was some hope here for a sale.
We sat there sipping our drinks and Mr. Jackson, as he had introduced himself when he let us in, sat in a chair facing me. We introduced ourselves as Alice and Eileen. I watched him covertly as we chatted about nothing in particular. When I saw his eyes moving over my body I crossed my legs, very slowly. When I had his attention I shifted in the chair and let my legs open a little, just enough for him to get a pretty good look up my skirt to my panties.
I looked up at him and smiled and crossed my legs again, leaving them open a little more. Now I was sure he had a good look at the crotch of my black lace panties. His eyes followed my legs and locked on to my crotch.
When we finished our drink we stood up and he assured us he wanted to buy some cookies but his wife was not there and he couldn't spend the money without her approval. I let Alice go out the door ahead of me and when she was out of earshot, I gave Mr. Jackson a come hither smile and asked him if he would be home after lunch and if he were could I stop by alone and see if I could not convince him to buy some cookies.
He looked me up and down, his eyes remaining a long time on my chest and down to my crotch and legs. His eyes met mine and I licked my lips, letting my tongue move slowly over them, making them glisten. I spread my legs, letting the skirt tighten across my hips and thighs and outlining the soft curves of my Mound of Venus and flat tummy.
"I'll be home, Eileen," he told me. I thanked him and said I hoped that if he had a chance to think it over and see how nice the cookies were he would want to buy many boxes.
"I need to sell several dozen boxes in order to win a prize," I told him.
He nodded and then I turned and walked down the walk slowly, swinging my hips in an exaggerated runway walk, my ass twitching back and forth salaciously. I felt like a hooker. It was exciting knowing I had this man's attention. My pussy pulsed as I thought of what might happen that afternoon.
I told Alice I was not going out that afternoon but would meet her the next morning for another try at a different neighborhood. I had a snack and showered, wanting to look and smell fresh for Mr. Jackson.
I changed out of my hose and undies. It was exciting to put on a garter belt and black hose. I pulled on a pair of red silk panties that barely covered my pussy lips. A look in the mirror satisfied me that Jackson would have a good look at my pussy lips behind the thin cloth of the panties.
I was getting turned on thinking of turning him on and shivered a bit as I once again dressed in my sister's uniform. I tucked a pair of three-inch spike heels into my purse.
My pussy was dripping excitedly when I arrived at his address. I took off my sandals and put on the heels and then rang the doorbell. Jackson answered almost immediately. He looked nervous, as might he well be. He was also hard, very hard.
I gave him my most seductive smile and slid past him into the entryway, making sure my breasts rubbed against his body. His sharp indrawn breath sent shivers up and down my spine. I had never been a tease, but I was beginning to enjoy this.
My hips swiveling, I took little mincing steps into the living room. I turned my head and looked at him, a smile flickering over my face as I watched him, his eyes glued to my ass, which was outlined tightly in the skirt of my sister's uniform.
"Should I sit where I sat this morning, Mr. Jackson?" I asked as I faced him.
He licked his lips and swallowed. I was afraid he might get cold feet and decided to give him a little shove. I unbuttoned three buttons of my blouse, exposing the tops of my breasts. I had worn a push up bra in order to enhance my 34C tits and the bra really made them look good. My nipples were engorged and standing out like lighthouses.
"I need to sell fifty boxes of cookies and they cost a dollar a box. I'll put the money here," I told him, putting my hand inside my bra.
I sat down on the chair, pulled up my skirt and opened my legs. My pussy had been dripping my precum juices from the moment I walked up his sidewalk and the crotch of my panties was soaked and shimmering wetly.
I put my hand between my legs and caressed my crotch as I looked at him, my tongue licking along my carmine lips slowly, making them shine. "Do you want me to pull my panties aside so you could get a good look at the cookies?"
I thought Jackson was going to hyperventilate; he was so excited. His hand shook when he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and extracted two twenties and a ten.
He handed them to me and I thanked him as I tucked them into my bra. I left the blouse unbuttoned, letting him have one more little treat. I rested my head on the back of the chair and pulled my skirt up around my waist, spreading my legs wide as I did this.
I watched Jackson from under my hooded eyes as he stared at my hand moving the crotch of my panties aside slowly until my outer labia were fully exposed. They were, I knew, full of my blood, red and pouty, with little dewdrops of my precum dappling them, winking at him as he stared at my crotch.
"Do you want to come closer?" I asked as I opened my eyes. "Why don't you get on your knees between my thighs so you can get a good look."
He did, his eyes staring. He kept swallowing the drool that wanted to drip from his mouth. He put his hands on my knees and started to caress them gently. I took my hand from my panties and put both of my hands on his. "Touching is not part of our agreement, Mr. Jackson," I told him, my voice low, sultry, full of promise, like, maybe?
He looked up at my face as I pushed his hands off my knees. His expression was so sad. He looked in agony, like a little boy who is told to take his hand out of the cookie jar when he is just going crazy to get some cookies. I felt sorry for him but he was going to have to buy cookies to get his hands on me, though I did like the way he was touching me. He seems like a nice guy, very gentle, not at all grabby like most men.
I stood up and looked down at him, biting my lip, thinking of how I could exploit this new development and get more boxes of cookies sold. "Mr. Jackson. If you are interested I will sell you another fifty boxes of cookies and allow you to put your hands on my knees. I'll also open my cookie jar wide for you so you can see inside. Would you like that?"
I could see the wheels going round and round in his head as he calculated how much money he could squirrel away from his domineering wife. If he had to consult her before buying cookies she had to have him pretty much under her thumb. I sat back down and spread my legs, my hands caressing the insides of my thighs and then my pussy, rubbing my bush and lips.
His eyes followed my hands. He swallowed hard and I saw he had made a decision. He reached for his wallet again and pulled out another two twenties and a ten. I tucked them into my bra and gave him a warm smile as I opened my legs wider.
