A story about my early career and how I started enjoying my fetish for older men and exhibitionism. It put me on a road where I have both had: and given, immense pleasure ...
It didn't seem the greatest start to my career, but it was full time work and I was definitely doing some positive good deeds for the community.
My first week was to shadow Margaret while she called on various homes around the area delivering food to elderly people who were in assisted living housing.
We start at the depot at 9am and collect up to 40 meals. Once loaded into the small van, we made our way to a list of small houses and apartments and start to make the deliveries.
Margaret got on well with all of the people she delivered to, most were very pleasant with the occasional grump. The vast majority of them were older men, many widowed who were living alone in small assisted accommodation.
Usually one bedroom, a small kitchen and a lounge and bathroom was all they had. There were a few older women too in similar situations, although I think many of the women in this situation were happy to cook for themselves.
The meals were delivered in take away foil cases, so that there was no washing up and no cutlery or plates to collect, the system worked well and there was plenty of time to stop and small talk with the recipients, some of them made us tea or coffee and we sat and talked with them for a little while. They were very sweet, and I felt good being part of something that helped people in their later life.
After my first week shadowing Margaret she told me that it was her last week and that I would be taking over her route full time from the following Monday. She prepared me by ensuring I had all of the addresses and knew where to find the locations. I was a little nervous starting out on my own and worried I would get the food to my customers late if I got stuck in traffic.
But the food was all kept heated in transit so a little later here or there made no difference. Most of the food was actually cold, sandwiches etc, only a handful had ordered hot food for the lunchtime shift.
"Be careful of Roger," said Margaret on her last day.
"He is a bit of a pervert, he will try and grab your backside if you bend over near him, and he doesn't mind talking filthy either." She continued.
"OK, I'll keep an eye out for that" I replied.
No sooner had I replied, I was already looking forward to my first alone visit to Roger's, I was hoping I would be his type. Margaret was a pretty woman, quite plump with a large bottom and breasts. I was a lot slimmer but also had large breasts, I was proud of my backside so hoped he would find me as attractive as he obviously did Margaret.
"The other one to watch out for is Trevor." Margaret warned.
"I swear I caught him playing with himself once when I was in his kitchen. I came back into the lounge and he was fumbling with his shorts, if I'd have come back in a moment earlier god knows what I would have seen. You have to understand, they have no female company so seeing us with our smiling faces sometimes gets them a little excited." Margaret explained.
"I understand. "I replied.
"I will keep an eye out but will also try and spend a little time with them, I can see how much they appreciate having a tea or coffee with you, I guess they're just lonely." I continued.
Margaret agreed, but then warned me further about Trevor.
"I saw how Trevor was looking at you when we were there on Wednesday, you're his type, so be careful." Margaret warned.
I was his type? Well, I was now looking forward to next Wednesday already!
My mind raced at the thought of what he might do or say to me. I must be professional however, I thought, I didn't want to lose my job.
The first few days were difficult getting used to my route, I found it quite stressful, but after the first full couple of weeks I managed to find my feet and get around in time.
I was finding time to stop and chat with the guys, even flirting a little with a few of them. Neither Roger or Trevor had made any advances on me and I had kind of forgotten about it with the determination to get my job right, so all was going well.
It was about a month into the job when Roger made his first comment to me.
"Here she is, my little ray of sunshine." He said as he opened his front door to me.
I brought the food in and put it in his kitchen as usual. He followed me in and said. "What a beautiful body, shame you cover so much of it up."
