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My paper is delivered by a twelve year-old boy, Kyle, who lives three houses down from me. He has delivered the paper for almost a year now, and is often the way, he inherited it from an older sibling who "outgrew"the job. In this case the sibling was his sister, Jennifer, who was now almost 19. At first she helped him with the route, but after a week or so, he was able to deliver the paper with the same bullet-proof reliability as his sister. It had been months since I had seen Jennifer, and I missed her. She was a cute, likable girl, and she would often stop and talk when she wasn't in too much of a hurry. I am a single male, and while it might not have looked good for us to chat so much, she seemed to like the attention, and I liked talking with her. So it surprised me when the doorbell rang, and I found Jennifer standing on my front step. It was December, and it was snowing outside. She said, "Merry Christmas," and handed me the annual calendar the newspaper distributes to it's subscribers. "What are you doing," I asked. "I thought your brother had the route now." "He's behind, and this particular delivery is slow every year," she said. "So I volunteered to help him out a little. I don't mind, it gives me a chance to catch up with my old customers." Just then I remembered the expectation of a tip with this delivery, and I reached for my wallet. I dug around a bit, and pulled out a five. I handed it to Jennifer with a smile and instructed her to keep some for herself, and give the rest to her brother. She thanked me, but she didn't move. Instead, she asked a question which stills echoes in my ears as though it was yesterday. "I'll give it all to him, he's earned it all year," she said. "But I would like to get a little money for myself. What would I have to do?" This question was clearly exactly what it seemed, but it took me so much by surprise, that I stood there a moment or two trying to be sure that I hadn't misinterpreted something. I steeled my courage, and offered my reply. "Your brother got $5, if you want $5, you could lift up your skirt," I said calmly, though my heart was pounding in my chest. And I held out another five dollar bill to Jennifer. She was leaned against the wall inside the door, still wearing her coat. She leaned forward, and took the bill between her lips, and held it there. I thought I might have a seizure. Jennifer then undid her coat, and dropped it on the floor. She attended an all-girl's Catholic High School, and was still wearing their easily identified uniform: plain skirt below the knee, opaque white blouse, no nylons, no jewelry, black shoes, white socks. Jennifer took a deep breath, then let it out, and reached down to the hem of her skirt with both hands. She gathered the fabric slowly, lifting the plaid skirt inch by inch. first I saw her soft knees, then the beginnings of her thighs. The skirt continued to rise, and then, after a brief pause at mid thigh, it came up all at once. Jennifer held it there, gathered around her waist, while I stared at her lovely legs, and body. She was wearing white, cotton string briefs that looked one size two small for her growing body. They were probably a year old, and the barely covered her anymore. Small tufts of curly brown hair peeked out from the edges, and, and the elastic at the top seemed stretched as far as it would go. "Do I have to turn around," she asked, not a bit scared. "Yes" With that Jennifer raised the skirt up in the back, held it high above her waist, and turn slowly away from me. Like the front, the little bit of cotton fabric seemed barely enough to cover her. And, in fact, the sweet cleft of her ass was just visible above the waistband. At the bottom, her ass cheeks dropped below the elastic, and the lines marking the juncture of her thighs with her cheeks was plainly visible. I could feel myself sway, and beads of sweat were rising on my back, and forehead. I couldn't think what to say, what to ask for. I didn't know how far Jennifer was willing to go. I didn't know how far I was willing to go. Then she bent over at the waist, while keeping a curve in her back, the way women do when they want to stick their bottoms out at heir lovers. The soft mound of her pussy stretched the fabric of her panties, and I just stared at it for a while. "Is this worth a little extra?" Jennifer asked, breaking the silence. "Absolutely," I stammered, and fumbled for the last five in my wallet. Jennifer reached back between her legs for the money, and tucked it in the pocket of her blouse. I continued to stare at her fine body. Her legs were slender and smooth, with less curve than a woman's, but more than a young girl's. The position she was in put tension on her panties, and they slid slightly down her ass, exposing more of her splendid cleft. I wanted to reach out and touch her, stroke her, but I didn't. Instead, I asked another question. "How much money are you interested in making?", I inquired. It seemed to be an indirect way of asking the question I really wanted to ask, namely how far are you willing to go. "As much as you got," came the reply. And I stepped up the pace. "I'll give you ten to take off the skirt entirely, and another ten to take off your blouse." Jennifer did not hesitate. As I dug for a twenty, she unzipped, dropped, and stepped out of the plaid skirt; leaving it on the floor in a heap. She then unbuttoned the cuffs of her long sleeve blouse, just as I held out a twenty dollar bill. She motioned for me to tuck it in her shirt pocket, which I did. I took the opportunity to caress her small breast as I did so, but Jennifer did not react. She undid the buttons down the front of her shirt, and let it drop slowly off her shoulders, and down her soft arms. Jennifer stood before me in her white panties, and a small white bra. She made no effort to cover herself, nor did she seem afraid. I looked at her, and both of us smiled as our eyes met. Then Jennifer walked past me, and into the back bedroom. I the realized that we had been going about out encounter near the front windows of the house, and I was glad to be in a more private space. I followed Jennifer, watching the muscles of her ass rise and fall with each step. She moved her fingers under the elastic of her panties to readjust them. In the bedroom, I stayed behind her for a moment, and lifted another twenty from my wallet. I reached it over her shoulder, she took it, and tossed it on the bed. Then I unhooked her bra, and slit it carefully off her slender shoulders. Across the room I could see her small breasts in the mirror, and her smile as well. She raised her arms over her head, and I took the invitation to reach around her and cup one tit in each hand. Her breasts were small, but round. They were soft, and her nipples were small, and pink. I rubbed each breast, and moved the tips of my fingers across her flat nipples. With some attention they rose from the middle of those pink circles, and hardened beneath my touch. Jennifer craned her neck so she could whisper in my ear. "How much for the panties?," she inquired. Her deep whispers drove her hot breath into my ear, and I squeezed her soft mounds hard. "Another $100 for everything," I moaned in a determined voice. "$100 for all of it." Jennifer let her arms down, and spun away from me. Her nipples remained hard, and she rubbed her breast herself while I dug in a drawer for money. Major Melons has Tons of Milky Nipples Pictures
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