I was a paperboy back in the early seventies. I was trying to make enough money to buy my own car. Not a new one but something used, clean and economical to drive. With a car a guy like me could get a better job. With a car and a good paying job a guy like me could get a girl friend. With a car, a good paying job and a girl friend a guy like me could go on dates. Well, that was my mindset. I had a plan and was trying to stick to it. This my story.
I had an early morning route to start with. Back then, papers came out in both morning and evening editions. Anyway, I got up early, folded then loaded my papers onto my Moped and took off. My Moped made me quicker than any other paperboy so I got a very big route going all around town. On a few occasions I watched the pretty young wives in their bathrobes or nightgowns, as they kissed their men good-by. Sometimes I even saw the men grope and squeeze the women right there on the porch. I finished my route just in time to get to school. Once a month I went on collections. Door to door asking for payment for the month's worth of papers. I didn't much care for the person to person part of the job but it was a necessary part. Getting out of school at one O'clock instead of three, got me on the job of collecting my fees, usually in the heat of the day.
As I did my collections, I got to know the people I worked for. Almost all were women at that time of day. The men folk were still at work. Remember that this was before women's lib took over, so a lot of the ladies of the house stayed home. By getting out of school a couple of hours before most people, the women didn't have their kids underfoot. In the beginning the ladies answered the door in their house cleaning attire. An oversized and torn sweatshirt was the norm. They were kind to me and often asked me to come inside while they found a purse full of money or a checkbook. Sometimes they offered me cookies or ice cream. After a few months went by, I started to notice that the women were dressed more provocatively as it was getting to be springtime. Some couldn't stop smiling at me when I showed up.
My first true confession came in mid March. A hotter than normal day and I was making my collections. Mrs. Jones answered her door by asking who it was. I replied that I was collecting for the paper. She opened the door and asked, " Please, come inside." She was tying the two sides of her shirt together. Right in front of me with a square knot right between her amazing melons. I was starring at her dark tanned bulges but caught myself in time to look down her firm flat tummy and see that her short-shorts were still unzipped. Quickly she reached down, pulling the two sides tightly together and zipped them up. I didn't see any hair but I did notice that she was not wearing any panties. This was confirmed when she turned around and walked away from me. Her short-shorts had a lower than low waistline and rode below her ass crack. I was mesmerized watching her butt cheeks push out from beneath her too tight short-shorts. I followed but not too close as she looked for her money. Every time she bent over, I got an eye full of butt. With her legs a little bit spread, I thought I saw part of her everything. Just a little pink, I think. Once she even bent over while facing me and I saw down the front of her shirt. She moved sideways and her breasts swayed back and forth allowing me to see first her right nipple and then her left.
Finally she found her money and paid me in cash. She included a sizeable tip for my being so patient while she looked around for her money. I told her, "I don't mind. You're a real nice lady." With that she grabbed me and hugged me tight. Saying, "You're so cute I could just kiss you." And she did. I was so surprised that I didn't know what to do. So I went and kissed her back. I held her as she held me. Putting my right hand on the back of her shoulder and then my left went to her lower back. We were in an embarrassment for several seconds till we broke the kiss but kept holding each other close. She got a broad smile on her face as she looked into my eyes. I gave her shoulder a squeeze then I realized that my left hand was partway down her ass crack. When I tried to step back, she grabbed on and pulled me close again. Her soft chest was touching my chest. She took my left hand and slid it further down the top of her butt crack and giggled. Taking it one step closer, I put my right hand on the exposed underside of her left butt cheek and squeezed it. As I squeezed and probed she closed her eyes and said, "That's a good boy." And giggled some more. Once again, I kissed her. But this time she opened her mouth. I almost pulled away when her tongue darted into my mouth. Slowly I got the idea and put my tongue in her mouth. I don't know how long we swapped tongues but when we broke she told me, "That was nice. By the way, I have more to play with than a butt."
She pushed me away just enough so that I could look down and see her abundant cleavage swelling up between the two sides of her shirt. "Were you ever a Boyscout?" She asked. Puzzled, I told her. "Sure."