I was rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for something cold to drink, when the doorbell rang. As I open the front door I am pleasantly surprised by what I see before me. A girl is standing at the door, wearing a white cotton blouse and a very short dark plaid skirt. She's about 5'2" with curly light-ash blonde hair, big sky-blue eyes, and an especially curvy and well-developed figure. She looks up at me and says, "Mr. Jennings?"
"Yes?"
She can't help but notice that I'm standing in front of her wearing my bathrobe and she asks, "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"
"No," I reply. "I just got out of the shower after doing some yard work. How can I help you?"
Smiling broadly at me she says, "My name is Victoria, and I go to St. Bonaventure High School. We're trying to raise money for our sophomore class trip to Washington, D.C. this summer, and we're selling cookies door-to-door to raise money. Would you be interested in buying some cookies?"
"Yes, I think so, please tell me more. What kind of cookies do you have, and how much are they?"
"We have chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, peanut butter cookies, molasses cookies, lemon crème cookies, and fudge mint cookies. They're all only $4.00 per box, and the money is for our class trip. I'll take your order today, and when we get all the orders together, we'll order the cookies. We should get them in about three weeks, and then we bring them to you and then you'll pay us for what you've ordered."
"I see. Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you. It's hot out today!" As she walks by me, I can't help noticing that her little dark green plaid skirt just barely covers the cheeks of her nice round ass, and her titties fill out the front of her white blouse quite remarkably!
"Yes, yes it is. Would you like a drink? A soda or iced tea, or something?"
"No, thank you," she replies while I close the front door behind her. "I'm fine."
"OK. Do you have an order form I need to fill out?"
"No, I don't. We just have you write down your name, address, and phone number on a sheet of paper along with how many boxes of cookies you'd like."
"All right," I say. "Let me get some paper."
I walk back into the kitchen area and she follows me. I look around and find a tablet and an ink pen, walk over to the kitchen table and sit down.
I write our address and phone number on the paper and ask her, "How many types of cookies did you say there were?"
"Six," Victoria says in a strange voice.
"And they're how much a box?"
"F-F-Four dollars," she stammers.
I look up at her, and notice that her gaze is fixed on my crotch. I look down and see that my robe has come slightly undone, and my cock is visible. I reach down and adjust my robe to cover myself, and I continue as if nothing happened.
"I think we'll get three boxes of each," I say.
"Thank you," she beams. "Thank you very much!"
As I hand her the paper with our order on it, the sheet accidentally slips from my hand and falls to the floor. Quickly and silently she kneels down to pick it up. I look down and see that Victoria is looking up my robe at my cock and balls. I move to cover myself up again, but her hand reaches out and stops me.
"I've never seen a man's thing before," she softly utters. "It's so big!" Her hand grasps the hem of my robe, and tentatively pulls it aside so she can get a better view.
"Stop that!" I say in a raspy voice, but with no real conviction, "You shouldn't do that, I'm old enough to be..."
Her soft hand touches my kneecap, and gingerly moves up my thigh. "I just want to feel it. Please, Mr. Jennings?" she whispers.
"This is wrong, so very wrong!" I think to myself, but I'm somehow powerless to stop her. Victoria's hand touches my cock, and begins to slowly rub the head and shaft. The dainty touch of her hand makes the blood flow to my cock, and soon it's fully erect.
"Ohmigawd, it's so big and hard!" she quietly exclaims. "It's so much bigger than the boys that I've gone out with in school!"
Her hand continues moving softly up and down the shaft, while her eyes are fixed on my cock. Pre-cum begins to ooze out of the tip, and she casually moves her head forward while she licks her lips.
I can feel the hot breath from her nostrils rustling the hair on the inside of my thighs, and before I can say anything her tongue licks the tip of my cock.
I know I should stop her, and my hand moves down to push her head away, but somehow I just don't have the ability in me to make her stop. My fingers caress her cheek as she looks up at me with her big sky-blue eyes. Victoria's tongue flicks out again, and licks another gob of pre-cum from the tip.
I want her to stop, but I can't make her. I shouldn't do this - this is wrong and so very, very wicked - but I just have to feel her lips on my dick. My hand gently strokes her face, and my fingers tug gently at her cheek, urging her forward.
"Do you want me to suck your thing?"
The words are unable to leave my suddenly dry and parched mouth, and I just nod my head in assent.
My cock is painfully throbbing with anticipation as she slowly, smoothly encircles the head of it with her lips, and begins to unhurriedly slide it into her hot and moist mouth. Victoria's tongue rubs gently along the underneath of the head, and I can feel my cock twitch and throb as I breathe a sigh of blessed relief.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes!" I croak in a raspy voice. "That feels great!"
Victoria moves her mouth back down over my cock, and begins sucking in earnest. Her right hand finds my balls, and begins to lightly caress them as she slowly works her head up and down my trembling cock. I can feel the hot air as she exhales from her nostrils on my pubes, as she takes my cock as deep in her mouth as she can. My hand is stroking her face, and gently imploring her to continue.