The Paper Route

I had a paper route until I was almost 17. It was only about 30 houses. I’d deliver in the morning and collect money once a week. It was pretty easy and the money wasn’t bad at that time. Usually I hated collecting payments and tried to get everyone to pay by the month. There were a few houses, however, that I didn’t mind visiting as often as possible. One was the Daniels. They were old to me but I would guess they were a relatively young couple. Maybe in the Thirties. They had one son who was 4. I loved collecting because I loved looking at Laura, the wife. She was short, Maybe 5’1″ and kind of plump which I liked. She had huge tits and a wide ass with thick legs. What I liked even more was the show I always got. All of her clothes were a little tight and a lot of times she was in very short shorts or a tank top of just a bathrobe. I didn’t realize it at the time but she must have liked showing me. Her husband Vic was a nice guy but I didn’t really like it when he was around because he always paid me when he was and I didn’t get to see Laura. Somehow I figured out that he was never around on Saturday mornings and Laura always seemed to be in her pj’s still and I kind of settled into a routine of collecting from them at that time.
Laura probably noticed this also because she always seemed to be both ready and not ready for me at the same time. I would show up and she would look amazing in a short bathrobe with her bare legs hanging out or a thin pair of pajama bottoms and a very tight tank top with no bra on. I loved this and couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She would then look all over the place for some money, bending over, reaching over her head. I would get fantastic glimpses of her cleavage or her ample ass. All the while she would make small talk and I would struggle to say something whitty. I dreamed of her all the time and jerked off repeatedly, thinking of her fat chubby nipples and huge (atleast double d) breasts. She had almost black hair which I loved for some reason. I think because I was a redhead and that seemed like the most different. This went on for quite some time and since I didn’t really know what to do with a woman, that was fine by me.
I remember one Saturday morning I showed up and Laura was in her thin pajama bottoms and tank top and she was drinking coffee. She paid me and sat down in a chair in her living room, pulling her legs up onto the chair with her. She asked me stuff like “How’s school going?” and stuff like that. I tried to answer her questions but i was mesmerized by her crotch. She hadn’t put her legs under, it was more like she was squatting on the big chair. her huge nipples were hard and I could see the faint outline of her darkened areolas. Her pajamas were stretched tightly across her fat pussy and I could see them riding into the cleft. I probably just imagined it but I thought I could see each individual pubic hair pushing against the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms. My mouth felt thick and my crotch and asshole felt kind of numb as I stared at her. “Well, How about it?” I realized she had asked me a question and I had no idea what it was. I looked at her blankly and she asked me again. “Mow the lawn? Vic has to spend more and more time at work lately. Would you be willing to mow the lawn and maybe do some odds and ends around the house from time to time?” Well, it wasn’t exactly the ‘how about it’ that I had imagined but summer was just around the corner and I could use the extra money so I quickly agreed.
It was only two saturdays later that Laura asked me if I had time to mow the lawn. I told her I could be back in about 15 minutes and ran home. I can’t say I had a real plan but I did have some ideas. I quickly changed into an old pair of shorts and some shoes I didn’t care about. I brushed my teeth and put on a thin tank top. I admired myself in the mirror. I had started working out the year before at school and was very proud of my physique. At 5’8″ and 145 pounds, I had no idea that I was probably the only person impressed with my body. I ran back to Laura’s house and told her I was ready. She showed me to the shed and showed me where the mower and gas were. She had changed while I was out and was now wearing a very short pair of cut off shorts and a tank top. Her son was at his aunt’s house, playing with his cousins. She told me she was going to do some gardening, and as she bent over in the shed looking for some gardening tools, I couldn’t help but admire her big round ass, the bottom of which was hanging blatantly out of her shorts.