Out for Deliveries

After Mindy helps you to load up the delivery truck with eggs, milk and produce, she gives you a clipboard with a list of deliveries to make and directions to each location. As you scan the list, the busty redhead leans in from behind you, letting her soft breasts push against your arm. "It's not a big town, so it won't be too hard to find your way around, and of course, you already know how to get to the farmer's market. Don't you?"

"I think so," you say as you grin and your eyes glance to her face beside you, "but if I get lost, I can always call you for directions."

She gives a quick laugh and snakes and arm around you waist, giving you cock a quick squeeze through your pants. "Or you could just take this beast out of your jeans and I'm sure that he'd lead you straight to Stella..." She gives her lip a soft nibble as she continues massaging you swelling bulge, "..and her big perky titties."

"Fuuuuuck," you groan in appreciation as she squeezes your cock again and again. "If you took it out right now, I guessing it would lead me right into your tight ginger pussy. Wouldn't it?"

Her nimble fingers pause on your bulge and she gives you a sly look. "Oh? Didn't I tell you, Stud? I'm saving that special treasure for marriage. No matter how sopping wet I get sucking on this thick, meaty cock, I promised my Momma that I'd save that hole for my honeymoon, so you'll have to be satisfied with my mouth." She sees the astonished look on your face and can't help but smirk as she gives your stiff bulge a pat and adds, "Or my ass, if you want to try cramming that monster in there." She slips away from your back before you can respond, leaving you with another aching hard-on. "Now you better get going on those deliveries, Boss. Don't worry about getting blue balls. The ladies around town are real friendly, so I'm sure you'll find someone to help you out with that hard cock."

After she tips her cowboy hat to you and turns to walk back toward the farm, you let you eyes linger on her bubble butt in those tight little cut-offs. "Mmmmf," You mutter to yourself as you give your erection a stroke through your pants. "I'm gonna make sure to take her up on that offer later." Knowing that the redhead wasn't going to be providing you with any relief until you got the deliveries done, you climb into the truck, check your clipboard again and then start off toward town.

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Since you already know the way to the Farmer's Market, you make that your first stop. The fact that you know Stella will be wearing her tiny gold bikini top may have factored into the decision as well. As you pull up behind the stall, you spy the dark-haired teen sitting on top of the folding table as she chats with a grey-haired grandmotherly type.

Hearing the truck pull up, she glances back, her face lighting up as she spots you. She finishes up her conversation with the customer, then slips from the tabletop and walks over to you. With every step you can see her gorgeous melons jiggling in her bikini top, barely held in check by the skimpy triangles of fabric. The black miniskirt that she has on do an excellent job showing off her long legs as well. "Heeeeey Boss! You made it!" Her big eyes look you up and down and she stops at your face, smiling wide. "You're lookin' good! The country air must've gave you a good night's sleep!"

"You're looking good yourself," you reply, doing your best to keep your eyes on her face and away from her tasty breasts. "I'm just sorry to hear that the conversation with your Dad didn't go so well." Even looking at Stella's face, with her big green eyes, long lashes, and pillowy pink lips, you're already feeling your erection straining at the front of your jeans again. You turn toward the back of the pickup truck, hoping to hide your obvious excitement from the innocent teen as you discuss a serious subject with her. "Why don't we unload the truck and you can tell me about you and your dad while we work?"

She follows your lead, grabbing several bunches of carrots as she explained, "Well, I talked to him, just like you said I should and explained that I was a grown woman now that I needed to be independent." She paused for a moment, staring at a crate of broccoli absentmindedly, then took a deep breath before grabbing a few bunches from the crate. She looks to you wide-eyed and continued, "He didn't take it well at all. As soon as I started talking he shut down and it was like talking to a wall! And when I finished, he told me that I was being ungrateful and selfish and greedy! He even said that I didn't appreciate all that he'd sacrificed for me growing up!" She gave her lip a nervous nibble and hugged the produce to her chest, making her perfect mounds of titflesh swell up against the bikini top. "After that, we started shouting and I ended up running to my room like a little girl," she admitted as she turned and started walking toward the booth.

"I'm sorry to hear that," you tell her as you follow behind her with your own box full of produce. "How are you doing now?"

Without glancing your way, she occupies herself by organizing the new vegetables on the table and answers, "Not so great, actually. I mean, since my Mom died, it's just been me and Daddy, and if he isn't willing to talk to me, I don't have anybody else to turn to." She finally turns to you and sits back against the table top as she continues. "I think it's time for me to move on, but he's not willing to let me be an adult."

You try not to be too obvious as you take a moment to glance up and down her luscious young body again and then step closer, looking into her eyes as you nod. "Stella, I've only known you for a couple days and I can tell that you are a smart, beautiful, grown woman. I'm sure that you'd do just fine on your own. I think that you need to stand your ground and go for the life you really want."

The corners of Stella's mouth curled into a smile and she gave her lip a soft nibble as she looked up to you. "That's awfully sweet of you to say, Peter. I'm glad that I can talk to you at least, but If Daddy's not willing to listen, how am I ever going to get him to understand?"

You almost get lost in her big green eyes, but an idea comes to you. "If you can't talk to him about it, maybe it would be better to write it all down in a letter. Or even an e-mail."

The teen's eyes darted along your face as you spoke, but they paused as she responded. "Write a letter to somebody living in the same house? That sounds... weird, but I suppose that it couldn't go any worse than last night did." She glanced to the ground between you for a moment, but then looked up to you again and nodded firmly. "I'll do it. I'm going to write him tonight and hopefully he can see that I'm not a little girl anymore!" Her body tensed for a second and then Stella threw her arms around your waist, hugging herself up against you. Her face laid against your shoulder and you could could feel the wonderful pillowy softness of her breasts mash against your torso. As she held the hug for a moment, you weren't sure what to do, so you placed your hands on her bare upper arms and gave them a gentle rub.

When she finally pulled away, she was smiling, but her eyes looked a little watery. "Thanks for everything, Peter. I don't know what I'd be doing without your advice." She gave a little sniffle but then giggled and patted your chest softly with one dainty hand. "But you'd better get going on your deliveries before I get all emotional again. Where do you have to go next?"

"Oh.. Um.." You pull the list that Mindy gave you from your pocket and unfold it. "Well, this morning there's So Fresh, the juice bar, a restaurant called Laura's, and then the bar on the edge of town, The Box."

Stella gave you a soft grin, "You'd better get on it then. Sounds like you've got a busy morning ahead of you."

You smile back at her and turn back toward your truck before you say, "You'll let me know how things go with your Dad and the letter?"

"You know it. Good luck on your deliveries!" The dark-haired beauty gave you a wave good-bye and then turned to greet a customer browsing the stall's produce.

You find yourself still smiling as you climb into the cab of the truck and look to the list of stops again, trying to decide where to head next.