The next thing I knew, I could see the outline of the window in Julie's bedroom. She murmured and rolled over. My testosterone urged me to put my arms around her, to caress that soft lightly tanned skin, to inhale the intoxicating aroma of her. To slide my rapidly stiffening cock inside her. My brain was frantically sending a different message.
Morning. It was early morning. Dawn. There was something. Good God! My paper route! I had to deliver the Sunday paper. If I didn't get going I'd be late to some customers at the end of the route and there's be complaints. Complaints would lead to questions about why I was late, questions with no answers. At least, no answers I was willing to give to anybody. Anybody at all.
I levered my body over Julie and slid down off the bed. I grabbed my scattered clothes, except for my undershorts which I couldn't locate and tiptoed out the door. Moving faster, I scooped up my bike in the back yard and eased into the alley, praying none of the neighbors was up yet. Fortunately, I'd been delivering the papers long enough that it was just about an unconscious routine. Since my fried brain was almost totally occupied with randy recollections of last night, it was a good thing I could deliver while on auto-pilot. I only had to go back to one house I forgot at the end of an odd lane. It was sort of an afterthought when they platted this part of the city. A screwy shaped lot with a tiny bungalow at the end of a dirt driveway.
Two things happened that were unusual. Old Mrs. Pierson was already up. It was warm that morning and she was standing barefoot in her yard when I rode up. She wasn't wearing all that much. Her nightie looked to be the same one I'd seen her in before. It had a wide neck and it was thin and one strap had slipped down so her fat left boob was exposed right down to her nipple. She was standing looking at the front of her house, I guess, and didn't hear me until I got off my bike to put the paper on her step where she liked it.
When I turned around, she had also. I couldn't tell whether she knew she was exposed, but she didn't raise the strap. She just looked at me and smiled. "Morning, Buddy," she said. The sunlight was coming through her nightie so she might as well been naked, pretty much. I could see the hair at her crotch. It was long and hung down quite a ways. I looked away because I was afraid she'd catch me staring. So I smiled at her face and her bare boob.
"Nice morning, Mrs. Pierson," I said back and hopped back on my bike.
I rode away with one hand on my hard-on. Jeeze. She coulda been my grandma. The sun was almost up when I got to the apartment building where I had six customers. It meant I had to go inside the main hall when the door was unlocked. I worried about that because I hadn't had time to go home this morning and get my key ring. The manager had given me a key for when the door was locked. If the door was locked this morning, I was either gonna have to leave the papers in a pile at the front entrance or bike all the way home and back. Shit.
The building was split in two by the main hallway so there were three apartments on each side on each floor. All my customers were on the first floor. I went to the door and damn, it was locked. The front two apartments had little open porches with a couple of chairs so the people who lived there could sit outside and look at the lawn. That's important for what happened next.
I shook the door and then stepped back. One of my customers lived on the first floor left. Maybe, I thought, I could leave the six papers with a note on the chair on her porch. Customer 2766 High Street. Gloria Something-or-other. I piled the papers on her chair and was feeling myself for a scrap of paper to leave a note when the inside door to this apartment swung open and there was my customer. Her blond hair was tousled and it was obvious she'd just gotten out of the sack. She was wearing a thick terry-cloth robe and her feet were bare.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"I forgot my key. I was going to leave the papers here and write you a note."
She yawned and looked sort of vacantly at me. When she raised one hand to scratch her head, the robe gaped open above the belt. She definitely wasn't wearing anything else. I could see the whole valley of her cleavage and the insides of her breasts. Nice! Brought my hard-on back to life.
Gloria stared at me for a moment and then she grinned. I think she recognized the state of my crotch. "So, Buddy, right? The paper boy and you need to get in, right?" Hang on a minute."
When she turned to go back inside, her bare leg I remembered from the beach, came through the opening. More nice smooth skin. I picked up the papers and Gloria opened the main door and then went back to her apartment door, where she stopped. I put one paper down on the right and went toward her door. She turned around and put one hand on my chest. Somehow the belt had gotten a little loose so now there was a narrow gap down the entire front of her robe.
"Buddy, right? My nineteen-year-old paperboy." She smelled warm and funky. She smiled at me and I could see she had nice white even teeth. "What's a good-looking stud like you doing delivering papers?"
I smiled. I didn't think she was really interested, she was just trying to get a rise out of me. Playing a game. "Yes, ma'am," I said in a low voice. She didn't know it but I was a lot more experienced than the last time she'd seen me, at the beach. "It's just a summer job. I'll be back in college in the fall." I offered her her paper and she took it. She was still staring at my eyes. But she turned half around to set the paper down on a table by her door. Her robe swung open a little more and I got a pretty good eyeful of one of her boobs.
I wasn't as careful as I had been with Mrs. Pierson so Gloria caught me looking. She stood up slow and said, "Like what you see?"
"Yes, ma'am, very much." I nodded and turned away slowly to deliver the rest of the papers. When I started back down the hall toward the front entrance, Gloria was still standing in the half-open door to her apartment, only now the robe was open even wider and I could see both her fine boobs, the tan line where she should have been wearing her bikini bottom, and the fine hair on her snatch. She was a natural blond. As I walked toward her, she kept looking me in the face and slowly shut the door until she was gone inside as I passed her apartment. *** I finished my route in a sort of dream state and went home. I dithered about whether I should just go back to Julie's or what. Finally I jumped in the shower instead. My cock had hardly subsided at all between my memories of the previous night and the eye candy this morning. So I stood under the hot water and beat my meat. I ejaculated really hard, at least it felt like it, and when I got out of the shower, the phone was ringing.
I grabbed it with a wet hand and watched water running down my bare legs and make little puddles on the floor. "Buddy?" Her voice was soft and breathy in my ear and even though I'd just come hard in the shower, Julie somehow injected erotic and wonderful promises into that one word, so my cock started to rise again.
"Hi, Julie. Sorry I left so abruptly."
"It's okay. I know you had to deliver your papers. What are you doing right now?"
"I just got out of the shower."
