The adventures of Kelly – Part 1

CHAPTER 1


Kelly Johnson was a little tease. At the age of 18, she had already managed to earn herself a lot of extra pocket money by doing little sexual favours for several older gentlemen in her neighbourhood, but she knew she could earn more – much more.

It started with her paper round, and at Christmas when she put little cards through all the doors wishing everyone a Merry Xmas, luv from Kelly. She didn’t really give a shit whether they had a merry Xmas or not, but it did remind them that she had delivered their papers, and it often prompted them into leaving a tip for her.

So early December off she went on her bike with a bagful of cards to deliver. She enjoyed biking round her neighbourhood to do her paper round. It was much quicker than walking, and there was the added bonus of being able to upset all the businessmen by letting them see her panties and then cycling off quick. She always wore very short skirts, even in the wintertime, and deliberately let them ride up whenever she saw one on his way to the station. There was one in particular, Mr Pervy she called him, who always left his house at 8 o’clock exactly. Kelly used to try to be cycling towards him just after he left his house every day. She didn’t always make it, but when she did it was real fun. He would pretend not to notice her, but she could see him desperately trying to look up her skirt. All he ever got was a quick flash of her knickers as she shot past, and she knew he would have done anything to get a longer look.

As she rode into The Avenue, with her long blonde hair blowing behind her in the wind, she saw the old bloke at number 13 getting out of his car and went into the drive to give him his card. He looked pleased to see this small, beautiful blonde girl coming to see him, and she remembered that last year he had given her a very generous £5. Better be nice to him.

Kelly gave him his card and wished him a rather early Merry Christmas. How kind, he said, and asked her how she was doing at school. Kelly got back on her bike and sat there chatting to him, telling him how well she’d done in her exams. As she sat there, with one foot on the pedal and one on the floor for balance, she saw him looking at her legs, trying to look up her skirt.

Dirty old bugger, she thought, but instead of sitting on her bike a bit more modestly, she slowly moved her left leg so that he could see further up her skirt.