My story begins, when I was just Eighteen years old, my name is Valerie. Everyone calls me Val, I had recently left school, I did not get very good grades from my school exams. I looked for work, and could only get a job as a server, part time at the local pub.
I went to seek advice from my former headmaster, at my old school. He suggested, because I had narrowly failed a couple of subjects, his advice was, that I go into the local college and try my exams again. I signed up for another year of education, at the local College.
I found a newspaper round, which paid me over nineteen pounds a week, with the money from the part time pub job I could save for my clothes and other stuff, as well as taking my education that important one step further.
The paper round took me all through the village; I enjoyed the early mornings. I did not have regular boy friend, although I had, had sex once or twice. Everyone commented on my figure, even my stepfather Mike. He was always groping me, and tickling me.
When I was younger, it was fun, but now it was making me feel somewhat funny inside, I found I like the pressing of his hands in certain places.
One of the extra earners I could make on the paper round was collecting the money, because we lived in a village it was better for the shop to have the money collected.
On Saturday mornings, I would first deliver the papers. Quite a few customers left the money at the door for me to pick up, and then when I had finished the round, I would go backwards around the same delivery route and pick up the money from the ones who had not left their money out.
One Saturday, I had finished collecting the money, I took it to the shop, and paid it in. I see Holly Bush Cottage has not paid his money yet Val? Mrs Brooks remarked.
Mr Price is always out walking his dog, so I don't see him every collecting day. I replied. Well he is four weeks late, if he does not pay next week, I will stop his papers, Mrs Brooks said a little angry.
I left the shop with my pay and was walking back home, Holly Bush cottage was at the top of the cul-de-sac, and it was beginning to rain.
I thought, perhaps I would call at Holly Bush, to see if Mr Price was back, and collect the money. As I walked up the lane of the cul-de-sac, the rain got a lot heavier. I ran up the path and rang the bell; I heard the dog Bark, and I was going to leave, as there was no answer.
I turned to go, and the door opened, a very wet blonde-headed man peered around the door. Can I help you he asked a little out of breath?
I have come for the paper money, I replied. Gosh, you are getting wet, he said back to me. Please come in, and I will go and get it for you.
He opened the door, and I could see he had a towel wrapped around his waist. Sorry, he pointed to his towel I was in the shower, wait a moment until I put something more decent on.
With that he scampered up the stairs, his body was not bad at all I thought, he had a very tanned body, and it was there in all the right places.
What am I thinking I said to myself, he came down the stairs again in a long white towelling robe. As he walked passed me, he smelled of fresh soap and eu-de-colgne. He came back with a ten pound note, he handed it to me, as he did it flittered to the floor.
We both bent down together, his robe opened and I could see his manhood, right before my eyes.
He sort of, grabbed his robe and tried to pull it together, as he did he fell backwards, and the robe flew wide open.
I tried to grab him to stop him falling over, and I toppled onto him.
We both said sorry, at the same time. The both of us burst out laughing, his manhood was semi erect, and he was pointing at my chest.
