Eroticy Story - Papergirl, The

"Lisa, Marie's here again. Pay the girl, now," Ed Maxwell said. Lisa Maxwell, at 27, was a tall and strikingly lovely woman. Her husband was going away for the weekend of fishing with his buddies.

The newspaper girl, Marie, came up the walkway with a bundle of papers in her hand.

"Hi, Mrs. Maxwell!," the girl said cheerily. Lisa leaned out of the door, and stared dreamily at the young woman. Marie wore tight slac- ks, and a T-shirt. Lisa watched as the girl bent over to pick up a coin she'd dropped.

Lisa's heart fluttered nervously as she saw the girl's ass outlined in the slacks. Lisa could also see the outline of the girl's panties through the worn material.

The woman put her hands on her crotch, through her skirt. She fingered herself gently for a few seconds as she watched the girl. Marie had light brown hair that was of medium length, thus she didn't seem as avant-garde as most girls of her punk generation. Marie was slender, just over five-feet four, and just eighteen years old. Her eyes caught Mrs. Maxwell.

Lisa was rubbing her aching crotch before the girl's very eyes. She dug into her purse, scooped up some change, and handed it to the girl.

Mrs. Maxwell was dark haired with smoldering femininity.

"Here's the change for this week. Oh... Oh, Marie, my husband isn't going to be here this weekend. Why don't you come around, and mow the grass tomorrow? I'll pay you five dollars, and I'll fix a snack."

"Gee, Mrs. Maxwell, that would be super. I need the money. You see I'm hoping to go to New York this summer with my older sister. I need some new clothes."