After the experiences with Rita, (read my two earlier recollections)
I thought I definitely needed to change from being a shy 18 year old.
Opposite the shop was a pub, I’ll call it the Joiners Arms, not the real name.
They were customers, nice people, with a very pretty daughter.
I thought she was really sexy and had harboured thoughts about her for sometime.
Not only was she a really pretty 18 year old, but she had a lovely curvy figure.
Always rushing around in mini skirts, with no bra (it was newly fashionable back then) that showed off her wonderful bouncy breasts.
She knew I fancied her.
She’d flirt outrageously and laugh at me because I’d blush so much.
I used to deliver to the pub after hours, early afternoon. They used to shut at 3pm, in those days, reopening at 5.30.
I’d take their order upstairs to the kitchen.
Quite often, Mandy would be alone, her mum and dad having gone shopping.
She always managed to come out of her bedroom, not wearing much, as I delivered. I was certain she did this on purpose.
She’d feign surprise at seeing me coming up the stairs with the pub’s meat order.
One time, all she had on was nickers, and she stood watching me, putting her arm in front of her breasts..to sort of conceal them from my lustful gaze.
“Oh, it’s you, what are you doing here ?…and stop looking at my tits”
“Delivering your meat” I blushed profusely, trying not to look at her.
She just raised an eyebrow, laughed, “You wish, I bet you’d like to deliver your meat to me, you’re a dirty little bastard.”
She then turned her back on me, dropping her hand as she did so, giving me a full eyeful of her bouncing breasts, and skipped back to her room. I heard her talking, then I heard a man laughing.
I went into the kitchen and put the meat order away.
As I came back out, I could hear the sounds of a bed banging and loud sighs and giggling.
I knew what she was doing, and she was deliberately making as much noise as possible, so I would hear her.
I stood listening, my cock hardening as I did so.
“Oh yes” she said, loudly. “That’s right, lick me there, oh yes that’s it, that’s it, now give me that cock, now, oh yes”
The bed was banging noisily. I couldn’t help myself, I got my cock out and started rubbing it frantically, they were obviously fucking and by the noises they were both making they’d be cumming any moment now.
I wanked furiously and I couldn’t help it, I came in unison with them.
As I put my cock away, Mandy came out of the bedroom..
“Why are you still here” she said, she was naked, and smiling.
She made no effort to hide her nakedness either.
“Was you listening to us” she demanded.
I fled from the pub..as she laughed loudly.
A couple of days later I was back delivering in the afternoon.
The pub seemed empty.
I went to the kitchen, a bit disappointed, hoping to have a repeat performance.
I put the order away. I know I shouldn’t have, but I thought it would be a good idea to look in Mandy’s room.
It was nice and tidy, bed made, laundry basket in the corner. I looked in it.
There was a pair of her nickers.
I picked them up and held them to my nose…
Her perfume and the smell of her fanny went straight to my cock.
I stood there inhaling her smell, rubbing my cock, I got it out and started rubbing myself with her used underwear.
I heard a noise, and then the bedroom door opened.
“What the …” Mandy said….”what ARE you doing “
“I’m so sorry “ I stuttered…”I just….”
“You just thought you’d sneak in my bedroom and have a wank in my nickers”
…”what are you, a fucking pervert”
I dropped her nickers back in the laundry basket, and started to put my cock away.
“Who told you to put that away” she demanded.
I stopped, blushing profusely, just looking at her. Slowly my cock started to droop.
“Drop those trousers, weirdo”
I did as instructed.
“Now, rub it”
My face was burning, but my cock was stirring again.
She shut the bedroom door behind her.
She took her coat off. She was wearing a mini skirt and boob tube.
“So” she said, “do you fancy me then, or are you just a used nicker lover.”
As I started to reply, I stopped rubbing my cock.
“Who said you could stop” she said…”I’ll tell you when to stop, it’s my bedroom…rub it”
My cock was dribbling and straining. I was very near to cumming.
But I did as I was told, I rubbed at my cock, I thought any minute now…
“Stop, take the rest of your clothes off” she commanded, just in time.
I did as instructed, my cock was twitching and jerking, I really wanted to finish it off.
“Did you listen to me and my bloke, the other day” Mandy asked.
“Ye ..yes” I stammered
“I knew you would, I told him you were probably listening outside the door, wanking, he loved the idea, made him fuck me even harder.”
She laughed, “would you like to see my tits”
She didn’t wait for me to reply…
She just pulled her boob tube down, her breasts bursting forward.
Would you like to fuck me” she purred..
“yes please..Oh god” I moaned, and my cock jerked and bucked and then I shot my cum across the floor.
“Oh for fucks sake…you wanker…..what a waste….you can come back tomorrow, but don’t touch your cock again until I say you can”
And she shooed me out the door.
