I have several routes delivering free community newspapers that I run a few days a week. This allows me plenty of time to act and write, and it's pretty good money too, so it works out well all the way around. I have a particular fast food restaurant that I frequently dine at because I can get lunch at 5:00 AM, so I've gotten to know one of the cashiers fairly well.
Her name is Vicki and she's kind of cute; probably 23 or so, with post-shoulder length sandy blonde hair and B or small C cup-sized tits, but there is something a little odd about her. For example, she shuffles along with very quick, short steps like Peg Bundy used to do on "Married With Children," and one morning I came in wearing nothing but a 3D cat T shirt as I do every day of the year, except that on that particular morning it was only 12 degrees outside. Now even though I drive around with the window rolled down, as long as I have the heat blasting on me, I'm fine. Well, that particular morning, Vicki looked at me and asked, "aren't you cold?" I held my arm out and replied, "do I feel cold?"
She touched my arm and looked very surprised.
"No!" she exclaimed. "You're nice and warm!"
So as you can see, she wasn't too bright. I figured she might be slightly autistic, so I didn't joke with her like that again. One morning a few months later, I stopped in and greeted her as usual. She looked at my shirt and asked me if I liked cats, and that is where the story picks up.
"Hi Vicki!" I greeted her enthusiastically.
"Hello Jack." she replied quietly.
I placed my order and she looked at my shirt.
"Do you like cats?" she inquired shyly. "I see you wearing those cat shirts all the time."
I nodded.
"Yes. I have five right now, but I usually have around seven. I think I've had close to eighty over the years though."
Vicki's eyes widened.
"Eighty, wow!" she exclaimed. "That's a lot. I have a cat named Stella. She's a sweetie. She got out a couple months ago and got pregnant. She had kittens about six weeks ago. I have Asperger's, and having a cat helps keep me calm, since I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh okay." I resounded. "That makes sense."
At least now, I understood what was wrong with her. She had autism as I suspected, but she was also highly functioning, which was encouraging.
Vicki suddenly smiled.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked brightly.
I was a little taken aback by the question, as I was essentially a stranger, but then again if she was autistic, it probably didn't dawn on her that inviting a stranger home might be dangerous.
"I only live about a mile away." she continued. "My shift ends in ten minutes, so by the time you're finished eating, I'll be ready to go if you'd like to follow me home and see the kittens."
It seemed harmless enough, so I agreed. Fifteen minutes later, I was parking alongside her at her apartment building. We took the outdoor stairs up to the fifth floor and she unlocked the door to her apartment.
"This is nice." I observed as she closed the door behind us.
"I get disability and a reduced rent because of my condition." she explained. "So with working part time, it gives me enough to live on my own and not have to stay with my parents or anything."
"That's great!" I said with a smile. "It makes you more independent."
Vicki nodded.
"Yep. I kind of like being alone though. That way I don't bother anyone, except Stella. Oh, speaking of Stella, there she is."
She pointed to a cardboard box tucked into a corner of the living room. In it were nestled a gray tabby mama cat and five assorted kittens, including a large tabby and white male. He was obviously the first born.
"This is Stella." Vicki explained, pointing to the mother. "The big guy is Merv, and this is Zoe, Chloe, Lenny and Bruce."
"Aww," I said, as I knelt down and gave Stella a nice petting, "they're all so cute. Hello, Stella."
"You can play with them if you'd like." Vicki said. "I'm going to go take my clothes off. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay." I replied, not paying any particular attention to her wording.
I figured it was her way of saying she was going to change her clothes; take off her uniform and put on something more comfortable. She was putting on something more comfortable all right! A few minutes later, I heard her shuffling along the carpet as she returned. I was busy tickling Merv, so I didn't look up right away.
"I'm back." Vicki said. "God, I hate having to wear that uniform!"
I looked up and almost lost my breath. She was completely nude and playing with herself! My eyes bugged out of my head as I stared at her unclothed body. She was cute in her uniform, but without it, she was beyond words. Her tits looked closer to Cs, and they were firm! They stuck out from her chest like a set of twin pyramids.
"I don't like wearing clothes." Vicki explained. "I like to be nude and I like masturbating. I hope you don't mind."
"Um, uh- not at all." I stammered, as she sat on the couch and spread her legs, circling her fingers over her clit.
"It just feels so good." Vicki sighed. "I just love to cum."
"Me too." I responded.
My cock was as hard as it could be, and desperately wanted to be freed from my jeans.
"Would you like to take your clothes off and masturbate with me then?" Vicki inquired innocently. "Maybe we could cum together. I'd love to see your dick squirting while I cum. It would be so hot!"
"You're okay with that?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course." she replied. "We were all born naked. If something feels good, keep doing it, right? Please take your clothes off and masturbate with me. Let's feel good together. It'll be fun, Jack."
Vicki continued to rub her fingers over her clit. She looked at me and smiled.
"Take your clothes off." she whispered. "It's okay. Jerk off in front of me. I want to see you cum. I want to see it squirt."
I'll have to admit that I was a little taken aback, not to mention a little concerned about her state of mind. Was this really going to be a Penthouse Letters moment, or was I about to get myself into a situation that I was going to regret later on?
"Please Jack?" Vicki implored. "I really like you."
"I like you too." I replied. "I just wasn't expecting this when I came here."
"I'm sorry." she apologized. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Do you want to leave then?"
"No." I said with a smile. "No I don't."
I pulled my shirt off and slipped out of my sneakers. I then took a deep breath and pulled my jeans and underwear off.
"Mmm, you look hot!" Vicki exclaimed, as she continued rubbing herself. "Let me see your dick."
I stepped in and she took it in her other hand, pulling and tugging on it. It felt wonderful, and I really didn't want her to stop.
"That feels nice." I whispered. "You're going to make me cum."
"I'm ready to cum too!" Vicki asserted. "Tell me when you're going to squirt, so I can take it in my mouth. I want to taste your cum! I hope it tastes so good!"
"It feels so good too!" I blurted out. "Oh shit, here it comes!"