Paper Girl

by Mack55 (UK)

I just turn 18, mum said I should get a job, as I would be off for at least 2 months before college started. It was just me and Mum.

I got a paper route. 6 days a week, paid on Friday after 1 week.

I came back into the yard to collect my money, £5.00.

My round was the furthest away from the shop. Newbies always got this one.

The owner, John, said, so this is the girl causing all the talk among my customers.

I thought I had done something wrong, so I apologized.

No, John said, the old men love the fact that you flash your panties every time you get off your bike.

I blushed; all girls schools never had a boyfriend. He said they asked him not to change the round.

He had my wage packet in his hand and said, Well, do I get a flash of the panties so I can make my own mind up? I was dumbstruck.

After ages, but probably only a few seconds, I pushed the paper bag around to my back and lifted my dress up to display my knickers.

I kept my eyes on my pay packet.

John looked and then said, I can see why they are all excited; you are gorgeous.

I lowered my dress, and he handed me the envelope.

He then said, I have a marking-up job here for the evening papers on Saturday if you are interested; the boys are either playing football or watching it. Be here at 4pm.

I rode home in a daze. I could not believe that I had shown my knickers to my boss. They were plain white cotton ones.

Mum was just leaving for work when I got home; she said, If you are going to be late, make sure you always have your key.

I went upstairs, looked in the big mirror in Mum's room, and lifted up my dress. I could see the dark outline of my bush, but that was all.

I lay on Mom's bed and thought, if that excites the old men and I keep my job, there's no harm.

Saturday morning, I was so excited, nervous, and thoughtful as I delivered the papers. I realized who they were: 2 men in an old person's clothes.

They always came to the door as I got off my bike. I did it slowly but not blatantly.

Sat at 4, I turned up at the yard, and John showed me how to mark up.

There was only 1 type of evening paper, so it was just following the list and filling the bags.

They were placed in the shop for the boys to pick them up later.

As I was bent over the shelf marking it up, John came behind me, lifted my dress up, and placed it over my back.

The rear is as good as the front, he said. I left the dress in place and concentrated on the marking.

When all was done, John came out of the shop, locked the door with a small brown pay packet in 1 hand, and as I was leaning against the shelf, he said, show me again.

I lifted my dress up and showed my white knickers to him.

He rubbed his groin, and I realized he had an erection.

I could not take my eyes off it. He took it out of his shirt and stroked it.

I was mesmerized. It was big, with a flap of skin he kept moving back and forth.

He then asked me to show him what's inside my panties.

Again, seconds seemed like hours, but I pushed my dress behind me against the shelf, and with one hand on either side, I lowered my knickers to below my bush.

I did not take my eyes off his cock. He sped up and stepped closer to me.

I watched as he put his cock on my knickers and then emptied his seed into them. 3 or 4 spurts came out, thin white liquid.

Then he pulled back, tidied himself up, put the pay packet inside the top of my dress, and went back into the shop.

I pulled my knickers back up and went home. Mum was doing dinner, and I said I was going for a shower.

I went upstairs to my room, stripped to my underwear, found the pay was for £5, slipped my hand inside my knickers, and came within seconds and then came again as I found my clit all rubbed with his seed.