The Papergirl

Saturday,11:00 am. I was having a shower trying to get rid of a rather nasty hangover when the damn doorbell rang. Loud! Damn near made my head bust. I tried to ignore it but some shit kept pushing the bell. Shelly, my wife, works Saturdays so I had to answer the friggin’ thing myself. Turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, held it round my waist and stumbled down the stairs, dripping.

“OK, OK. I’m coming.” Every ring set off explosions in my poor head.

Opened the door.

“What is it?” Young girl standing there. Red hair, freckle face. Crisp white cotton blouse, red pleated skirt, running shoes. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me dripping wet, bleary eyed. The towel wasn’t the best cover up.

“C-c-collecting for the p-p-paper, s-sir.” She stammered. Sounded a bit confused. No wonder, my towel exposed me up to the hip but what was the big deal, my front was covered. “$4 sir.”

“Don’t you usually collect from my wife in the evening?”

“M-mom says not on s-s-school d-days anym-m-more. So I’m c-c-collecting t-t-today. S-she s-s-says if I f-f-fail again I’ll ha-ha-have to do p-p-papers all my life.” Quite a stammer. She was trying not to look at me but her eyes kept glancing at the towel.

“OK, wait a minute.” Noticed a note on the table. Note said pay for paper. There were 4 ones. Gave her the money. Watched her leave.

She got on her bike and seemed to whisper excitedly to her friend on the other bike. They both glanced back at where I stood. I ducked back inside.

Up in the shower again, hangover still pounding, I thought of the surprise I gave the girl with the towel. My cock got hard so I jerked off. Nice start to the day.

After Shelly came home we had some beer. I mentioned the papergirl. Shelly passed me another beer and laughed.

“Next time show her your 45 yr. old butt. Her name’s Annie. Not too bright, always stammers. Looks young but she had her 18th birthday a couple months ago. The other kid was probably Priya. From India or Pakistan or someplace. They’re in the same class. Nice kid but she’s not too bright either. Actually, the two together aren’t bright enough to light up this room. I thought of introducing Annie to Brucie next door, he needs a girlfriend but I don’t think she’d have any idea what to do with a boyfriend.” Shelly always went on and on. Boring. We had some more beer, Shelly pretended to be a papergirl and we had a quick fuck before passing out. Next day I had another mother of a hangover.

Next Saturday I was just toweling off and casually rubbing my cock. Hangover wasn’t so bad this time. Doorbell rang. Wrapped the towel around me though my cock pushed it out a bit. Wandered downstairs, opened the door. Papergirl again. Hmm. Hair in pigtails. Hadn’t noticed last time. She wore a yellow tank top and blue pleated skirt this time. Her eyes went wide again. Noticed the bulge in the towel maybe? Hope so.

“C-c-collecting for the p-p-paper, s-sir.” She stammered as usual. “$4 sir.” I noticed her friend, brown girl, (Priya?) standing at the foot of the steps wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts. Nice brown legs. Hair seemed to be pleated in a ponytail like a typical Hindi.

“OK, wait a minute.”

I turned to get the money from the table and the towel “accidentally” slipped. Hastily re-arranged it but they got a good eyeful of my butt. I know ’cause there were two sets of stifled giggles. Took a fiver from the table and gave it to her.

“H-h-here’s your ch-change, s-sir.” She fumbled in her bag for change and I noticed the brown one hiding something behind her back while stifling more giggles. Annie’s face seemed to have taken on a bit of a flush.

Shut the door, peeked out the curtain and watched them leave. They kept glancing back at the house obviously giggling. Priya was showing Annie something on her cell phone while glancing at my door. Jeez! She took a picture of my ass!

Went back upstairs to get dressed. Stopped in the bathroom to jerk off while picturing the brown girl’s legs and Annie’s red pigtails. Another nice start to a weekend.

Later, Shelly came home so we had some beer and a couple of joints. I told her Priya got a picture of my butt. She thought that was hysterical.

“Guess they like your sorry old ass. Next week invite them in for milk and cookies. Show them the full monty. Maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe you’ll get two cherries. One of them brown! That’d be kind of like a cappuccino cherry?”

“You’re making me nervous now. Where do you get these ideas anyway?”

“Oh come on. It sounds like fun. I don’t mind if you snack on some cherries. Long as you give me a good fuck after. Besides you can video it for me. Maybe we can post it somewhere? OK?? “ Shelly was getting a bit high.

“OK, I’ll make some hash brownies for them to snack on. Maybe some orange juice too with a bit of vodka. You can see me starring in my own movie with them as supporting actresses.”

We had some more beer and another joint and had a quick fuck before passing out. I had very interesting dreams that night and looked forward to helping two young actresses with their film debut!!

I may be 45 but I’ll still try anything.

I figured they being young and not very smart to boot they would be easy to con.

I was prepared. I spiked some orange juice with vodka and Shelly baked some special hash brownies. I figured they would get high from either the booze or the hash. I just had to get them to come in and have a drink or bite.

I hid 3 camcorders in the living room to catch all possible angles.

The bell rang right on schedule. They might be dumb but they were punctual.

I let go of my cock which I had been rubbing in anticipation and put on a terry robe so they wouldn’t be too scared to come in.

I opened the door wide and with a big smile said:

“Morning Annie. How are you today?” Annie was well-dressed in a white, silky blouse and red pleated skirt. She wore black dress shoes today and her bicycle was nowhere in sight.

The usual response:

“C-c-collecting for the p-p-paper, s-sir.” She stammered in her usual manner. “$4 sir.” Her friend, Priya waited on the sidewalk by the gate wearing a bright green sari with a golden colored scarf. Why all dressed up today?

“Oh, of course, I’ll get you the money in a minute. How come the two of you are all dressed up today?” I tried to sound interested, which I wasn’t but I was having trouble concocting a plausible reason to invite them in.

“We’re ce-ce-celebra-brating.