This was the first real break I'd had in a couple of years and I was going to enjoy it. I liked fishing so I hired a cabin up near the Great Lakes, just outside of a small town. I was going to spend the full first week of my holiday doing nothing but relaxing and fishing. And I didn't give a damn if I didn't catch a single fish. It's even more relaxing sitting there without having to haul a fish out of the water.
It was fortunate that I wasn't counting on my fishing skills to feed me. That first day I caught zip. And forget what I said about not giving a damn. A man's entitled to hook one little fish, isn't he? I decided I'd have to have a chat with some of the locals to see where I should be looking and what sort of bait I should use.
That first night it looked as though it was take away or starve, so I rang up the local pizza place and ordered one. The boy would be there in about thirty minutes they said, which I figured gave me time to tidy up the place and myself.
Naturally, the kid got here early. I was just getting out the shower when I heard the knock on the door and a shrill voice called "Pizza".
I leant out the bathroom door and called out to bring it through to the kitchen, and I'd be right there.
I dried quickly, grabbed my wallet from the bedroom, and then wandered through to the kitchen, clutching the towel around me. Now I'm a big bloke, and the towels these rentals provide are not designed for someone like me. I bring a decent sized towel with me when I travel, but I'd been lazy and hadn't unpacked it yet.
So here I was, going to pay the pizza boy, clutching this tiny little towel around me to protect my modesty and his blushes.
It might have protected my modesty, but it didn't stop her blushes. The pizza guy was a young woman and you should have seen the fucking uniform she was wearing. Or nearly wearing.
The damn thing looked as if it had been painted onto her. Talk about seeing everything she had. My towel was the soul of modesty compared to that uniform. Even at first glance I could tell she had no bra and very skimpy panties. And she was clean shaven. Any pussy fir would have been well and truly evident. Camel toe? You'd better believe it.
And she was offended by my wearing a towel?
She looked at me and scowled, although the scowl didn't really make much of an impression on such a pretty face.
"Do you mind?" she huffed. "You could at least be dressed for deliveries."
"Listen, kid," I snapped, "you're at least ten minutes before the stated time. It's not my fault you're early. And I thought it would just be some guy doing the deliveries. How old are you, anyway?"
"Eighteen," she snapped, "and what had that got to do with anything?"
"How long you been doing this job?"
"Two years. I deliver all the pizzas around here. Everyone knows me."
Dressed like that I'm not surprised. They probably order pizza just to have her come around.
"Let me guess. That's still the original uniform you got when you started, right?"
She nodded, looking slightly puzzled.
"Well young lady, in the past two years I'd say you've filled out a bit. That damn thing is so tight on you that I can tell you've got a little mole right there next to your pussy."
I couldn't really, but it was a reasonable guess that she might have a mole in that area, and even if she didn't she couldn't be sure of that until she checked.
