the papergirl

I leaned forward as I opened the front door in hopes of spotting the morning paper on the porch. Instead, I almost knocked heads with the young lady preparing to press our doorbell.

"Oh. Hi," the hardly five foot tall brunette said, after she gained her composure. She had at first been startled by the sudden opening of the door, but now offered a wide toothsome grin.

"I'm April Raines," she offered as she handed me a rolled up copy of the morning edition. "As for the name, well, I've heard it all. I blame my parents. They were quite the hippie potheads eighteen years ago. You're Mr..." she started.

"Steve" I stated, offering my other hand in greeting as I took the paper from her with the other.

'Mud' I thought, if the wife comes down. This girl was simply gorgeous, with tits to rival Jeri's on a foot shorter frame. Her outfit wouldn't have caused a second glance on most. On April, the effect was devastating. She had on a heather gray pair of running shorts with fleece lining, the waistband rolled over and lowered in the current style. While she didn't have the wasp waist of my wife, there certainly was not a bit of excess flesh on the deeply tanned legs and belly that showed. The top matched the shorts, cropped a few inches above her navel, sleeveless with a vee neck. What was underneath seemed incredible, though. What had to be an industrial strength bra lifted her enormous jugs up and together to form a tight cleavage. Her tits looked like soft pillows I would dearly like to lay my head on.

"You're our..news carrier?" I asked, managing to look past her and glimpsing a mountain bike with a canvas sack parked at the beginning of the walk to the porch.

"Papergirl will do. No need to be politically correct with me. But yes, I am. There aren't really any young kids in this development, so the newspaper was delighted when I inquired a couple years ago. I actually have about three times the area they usually like to distribute. But I don't mind. It's good exercise," she pointed a thumb back to the bike. "Plus, my nights are free, if you know what I mean!" she said, cocking her head and giving me another big grin that dimpled those apple cheeks of hers.

I tried to keep my mind off her meaning, looking down, noticing that even her feet looked cute in some bright white leather sneakers that were open in the back, like sandals.

As April followed my downward gaze, she noticed something else. "Uh, Steve, I don't know how to put this tactfully.."

I glanced back to her face, the thick dark hair that framed it was highlighted with sun-bleached streaks. I followed her gaze.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry!" I blushed, closing my bathrobe. I was so entranced by the young beauty, I hadn't noticed my hardening cock had stood straight and poked it's way through the flaps, pointing straight at my papergirl.

"Oh, don't be!" she reassured me with that butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth smile. "I'm flattered that you find me that attractive."

"Heh, well," I smiled, trying to recover from my unintentional flashing episode. "I guess you've seen a lot if you cover the neighborhood early in the morning."

"Yeah, I've seen my share," sucking back on her lips and clamping them shut as she nodded her head a few times. "Anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself and give you my card.." April dug into her little shorts' small pocket and pulled out a newspaper business card with her name and phone number written on it. "If you ever have any problems, or if you want me to stop delivery if you go on vacation, let me know first. It's easier than dealing with the paper directly, and I can probably resolve anything myself."

I snuck one more glimpse into her deep cleavage as she bent towards me to point out her name and number.

"Don't worry," she said as she turned to leave, looking back over her shoulder before I could tear my eyes away from that lovely round ass. "I won't disturb you with the doorbell all the time, I'll just toss it on the porch."

'Darn the luck!' I thought as I watched her churn those legs on the bike pedals as she made her way down the cul-de-sac.

Luck really had been on my side, though. As I made my way back to the sofa with the morning paper, I heard Lisa turn off the shower's water.

I tried to appear nonchalant when I heard my wife make her way down the steps. Cup of coffee in one hand, I held the paper up in front of me with the other.

"Great news, honey. Both the paper and cable are started," I casually related from behind the newspaper.

"So I see," I heard Lisa say as she glanced at ESPN and my hidden face. "You know, I was thinking.."

'Uh oh', I thought. Three words a husband hates to hear. It usually means more work.

Lisa continued. "If we get to work early.."

'Aw, knew it.'

"..And work through the day, I bet we can get this all taken care of today. Then we can look forward to 'par-tay at the neighborhood barbecue tomorrow."

I felt her hands gently rub my shoulders as she stood behind the sofa. Her idea didn't really sound half bad. Especially the party all day part. But I didn't want to give in too easy.

"Oh, Lise," I smiled, as I turned my head up to look into her eyes. "You work your poor husband like a dog."

"I thought you'd need a little incentive." I heard her moving back in front of my still outstretched newspaper.

"Aw, Lise," I playfully whined, "what now?"

"Put the paper down and look at me when I talk to you, Steven."

'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'sounds like the ol' Lise. Where was the one from this morning?'

I placated her by putting the paper down in my lap. I looked up to her. I'm not sure why my jaw didn't hit the floor.