I was 18 and had a job as a paperboy for a while when I was growing up. Once a month I'd go around to all the customers and collect their payment. I had just about finished one day, but still had to collect from several new customers. I'd been dodging light showers for a while and was trying to hurry since I could see darker rain clouds coming in. In the process I'd gotten a bit wet but I didn't want to stop because I'd be getting paid as soon as I turned in these payments.
I was headed to the home of a newcomer I'd seen out washing her car. I was especially looking forward to meeting her for two reasons: (1) she liked to wash her car in her bathing suit, and (2) her name, B.J. Good, which was rather interesting since on my sheet it was written as, 'Good, BJ.'
She was maybe in her 40s, which I'd determined since I'd occasionally seen college age guys there on the weekend that I figured were her sons. I guessed they went to school out of town because I had never seen them on weekdays. Forties or not, she was definitely a babe based upon the shots I'd had of her washing the car.
I was almost at her house when the skies broke loose with a terrible downpour. Drenched, I walked up and rang the bell.
"Good evening, are you Ms. BJ, BJ Good?" I asked trying to hold back the smirk on my face.
Seeing her nod, she added, "My name is Billy Jean but ever since I was a teenager my friends, especially the guys, called me BJ."
Showing total restraint, I remembered my manners and said, "Well Ms. BJ, I'm your paper boy and I'm here to collect for your newspaper."
"Oh why sure honey. That's a horrible rain and you're already soaked. Come in for a few minutes before you catch a death of a cold," she responded as she ushered me inside.
"Why thank you. Sorry to bother you," I said, just before a loud, "Achooooooo!!"
"Well now this storm is obviously going to last a while and you're not gonna die of pneumonia while you're here," she said. "First order of business young man is to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into the laundry room at the end of the hall there and toss all of those things into the dryer. You'll find some of my son's clothes in the basket that you can put on."
Heading off for the laundry room I replied, "Why yes maam, thank you very much."
Returning to the kitchen I said, "This was all I could find but I'm afraid the shorts don't fit too well." I walked into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt while holding onto the tie-string of some gym shorts that were too big for me.
"Well now they are a bit large aren't they? It won't take that long for your clothes to dry," she said. "Sit and have a cup of hot cocoa, it'll warm you up," she said putting a large mug in front of me.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
We sat down and had our cocoa. Ms. BJ proceeded to tell me all about herself and wanted to know all about my family too. We went on for about ten minutes and I thought nothing was out of the ordinary.
Ms. BJ paused for a second and took a good look at me saying, "My, my honey, you're quite fit there aren't you."
Blushing I replied, "Not like some of the guys."
She reached out put her hands on the tops of my shoulders and said, "Well such nice broad shoulders." Reaching down she put her hands on the top of my thighs and said, "And these legs! Now honey, there's no doubt about it, you're a fine specimen."
Feeling her hands on my legs caused my cock to spring to life. I couldn't help notice her too. Her thin housedress did little to hide that fact that she was a knockout. The most striking feature of which were her fabulous breasts. Having spent many hours examining the bras in the JC Penny's catalog, in my expert opinion Ms. BJ was at least a 36DD! Breasts that I was all to conscious of as I tried not to stare at them.
She broke the silence by asking, "So tell me honey, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not one in particular," I answered.
"Oh too bad," she said. "Do you date much?"
"Well a good bit yes," I said.
Smiling at me she said, "Now I remember when I was your age, I sure got around. And I had some fine times too. So tell me honey, do you have much experience?"
"Well just this paper route right now. But I'll be getting a good job this summer," I responded proudly.
Laughing out loud, she chuckled, "Now honey. That's not the kind of experience I was talking about."
I paused for a second looking a bit puzzled, then turned beet red. Finally I said, "Now Ms. BJ really, I couldn't say."
"You can tell me, honey, I'm not going to tell anyone," she said. "I know all about the things boys and girls do together."
"Well, we kiss a lot, and some of the girls let me feel them up," I said, red with embarrassment.
Ms. BJ just sat there a few seconds then said, "Yes, go on. What else please?"
"Well a lot of the girls touch me too," I said.
Quickly she asked, "They jerk you off?"
"Ye...Yes.... they do," I stammered, amazed at the question.
"That's cool honey, I used to jack my boyfriends off all the time," she said. "Now tell me, have any of them ever sucked your cock?"
"No," I said disappointedly, "at least not yet."
All this talk about sex had managed to give me a huge hardon. I had tried to block it from Ms. BJ view but finally it was fruitless. My cock had those gym shorts standing up like a tent pole. I noticed her eyes look down at my crotch and her mouth opened wide as she realized I had a hardon.