Chronicles of a Paper Boy
by Dunchad©


This is a tale of what happened to me when I was a paperboy in my neighborhood.
It involved delivering the free local newspaper to my road, and the one
adjacent. I never used to enjoy this round until one, rather eventful day.

Usually I would deliver my papers around the late afternoon, but one Thursday I
had an early dentist appointment. So for a change I began delivering at about
1ish. So I collected all my papers and began my, what was usually, a very boring
journey. From what I could see, there was no difference delivering at this time,
then at my normal time.

A few weeks ago, I had noticed a large moving van in the road next to mine; I
had not paid too much attention to it, as I just continued the service to this
house. So as I was about 3 houses away, I noticed the curtain twitch of this new
inhabited home. I was a bit apprehensive now, as I had heard stories of how
paperboys had gone missing, but still I walked slowly towards the white double
glazed door. As I went to lift the letterbox, the door swung open. As my gaze
was towards the floor, I noticed a pair of very slender, firm pair of legs, as
my view moved upwards, I came to a tightly incased crotch in what appeared to be
a set of sports shorts. I then quickly looked upward, so as not to seem rude by
staring and not looking up to see who was standing in front of me.

I saw a tall blonde woman standing there, and what I found confusing at the
time, was that she was staring right back at me. She had wonderfully full lips,
and such round well-proportioned breasts, yet again incased in a sports top, and
that was all she was wearing. It felt like an hour as we both stood there, but
it must of been a few seconds. Eventually she said, “Hi there, me and my mate
moved in about 2 weeks ago, but we haven’t seen you yet, I’m Rachel.” Then she
held out her hand. I reached out and held it, her fingers caressed the back of
my hand, and I pulled back, being shocked by this. And with that she delayed the
hold on my index finger and slid her fingers along mine. She said, “What’s your
name?”

“Mike” I replied, with an obviously weak voice, which she noticed, and I cleared
my throat immediately after, this brought a smile on her face. She said, “Want
to come in for a drink?”

With that I replied, “Erm, yeah sure, I guess so.”

As she led the way inside, I noticed her amazingly firm ass, and her cheeks
gently bumped up and down as she walked. By now thinking about her gorgeous
body, my cock became harder as I followed her closely.