For the last few months before I left college, I had a part-time job with my uncle, Roger. Roger by nature I used to call him, not to his face obviously. He was my uncle on my father's side, and he was a right character. If ever you wanted anything, then uncle Roger would somehow manage to get hold of it. I wouldn't consider him as a criminal, more of a loveable rogue. Come Christmas we never had to buy a tree because my uncle would always suddenly appear with one, along with the biggest turkey you have ever seen, saying, with a cheesy grin on his face, "they just fell off the back of a lorry."
Uncle Roger used to have a milk round. Back when milk was delivered to your doorstep in glass bottles at stupid o'clock in the morning. And when the Blue tits would peck holes in the foil bottle caps to get their beaks into the layer of cream at the top of the bottles. Three mornings a week I would have to drag myself from my warm bed at four-thirty in the morning, my blurry eyes stinging. At five o'clock we would arrive at the diary to collect our milk order.
Aside from the money, there was another good reason for getting up so early. The lovely Tess worked in the diary. She was a bit older than me and had finished her education. If I hadn't been working for my uncle then I probably would never have met her, as she lived in the neighbouring town. By her looks alone I felt she was well out of my league. Tess had long dark hair, tied in a ponytail and her brown eyes left me spellbound. To top it all, she had the most amazing arse that wiggled delightfully as she walked. I would always make sure I was behind her when she sometimes helped us load the crates onto the milk-float.
I spent many happy moments with Tess, in the shower. In my dreams of course, while I was gently washing my cock. I imagined feeling her camel toe through her tight trousers. Her naked tits as she took off her bra. Me, lathering her naked body with my soapy hands. I imagined slipping my fingers into her sweet pussy hole and sliding them in and out. Me standing behind her, my hard-on wedged between the cheeks of her arse with hot water cascading over us and while I wrapped my arms around her. Tess would ride my fingers, bucking her hips back and forth, until she jolted with orgasm. At this point, I had generally shot my load, all over the tiles and watched as my sticky cream slide down the wall. Next time, I will fuck her, before I cum.
Enough of that... Laden with crates of milk, we trundled off down the road in our three-wheeled electric milk-float with the sound of glass bottles clanking together.
Uncle Roger was a well-built chap. He also had an infectious laugh and the swagger that women loved. One of my duties was to enter each customer's order into his pocketbook, to make it easier for him, come collection day. I soon noticed that one or two customers had different collection days to the rest. Nothing strange with that I hear you say. But these customers also received a free bottle of double cream after each visit and I was always told to wait in on the milk-float while he collected his dues. When I asked my uncle why these customers got free milk, he just laughed.
