The Paper Round

I had a paper round after school, this was back in the early 80s in London. I had a top notch route, all the quiet streets in Knightsbridge, just behind Harrods, and I delivered papers to some rich and famous people let me tell you! But, famous or not, no one left an impression on me quite like this woman. I used to see her sitting in her dressing gown every day in the downstairs window of her house. I remember a marble statue of a sensuous looking, naked woman on the windowsill. I used to wonder if it was her. She would be curled up in a chair next to it and she would always smile and wave as soon as she saw me coming up the path to the door. I don't know if she was waiting for the paper or just staring out the window but she was always there. Looking back she was probably only in her early thirties but to me she was this exotic "older woman". I had no idea why she would be wearing her dressing gown at that time of day. She always had it on. It was a turquoise colour and it looked silky, thin and delicate, like her. One breeze or gust of wind and she'd blow over. She reminded me of a fragile little bird. Her dark hair would always be up in a knot. I used to fantasize about seeing her hair down and imagine looking into her sad blue eyes. I must have been delivering her paper for about two months before I got to speak to her. It was one of the rare occasions when she wasn't wearing her dressing gown. I was about to put the paper through the letterbox when the door suddenly opened and she was standing there wearing a leotard and tights. "Oh" she said "I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else". I don't know who she thought I could be but looking at her standing there, I realised she was a dancer. She took the paper from me slowly and looked right into my eyes. I actually thought I stopped breathing for a second. She was so gentle and quiet and her slim body looked so elegant in her dancer's clothes. She didn't move away and seemed to want nothing more than to stay in my presence. My heart was beating like mad and I tried to think of something to say to her but I couldn't. My mouth went dry and I felt myself break out into a sweat under her gaze. We stood there for about a minute until I finally said, "Well, I guess I'd better go" and she carried on looking at me and remained there while I walked down the path. She didn't shut the front door until I was out of sight. I was 18 at the time although I think I looked older back then. I was tall, about 6 ft, and lean. I wasn't particularly handsome but I think I had a certain rangy charm. The next time we spoke it went a lot further. I was coming up the path and the door was open. I hesitated on the front door step not sure if she was around or whether I should put the paper on the table in the hallway or leave it on the mat. I was standing there mulling it over when I realized that piano music was coming from the drawing room. I decided I would go in and see if the front door had been left open by mistake and hand her or whoever was playing, the paper. I went in and she was sitting at the piano, playing the most beautiful music. She saw me standing there and stopped. "Hello" "Your door was open" "Oh, was it"

"I thought I'd better come in and check if everything was alright." "How very gallant of you" It was funny. I felt so comfortable around her. She got up from the piano and came over to me and took the paper out of my hand. "Do you have a few minutes?" she asked. "Yes" I said. I don't know what was going through my head at that point but all I knew was that for some reason I was becoming obsessed with this woman and being in her presence was like being under a spell. She asked me to sit down and went to the front door to close it. I sat on the sofa looking around the room. There were enormous paintings on the walls. She came back and smiled when she saw me sitting. "Are you hungry or thirsty? Can I fetch you anything?" "Oh no" I said. She came and sat down next to me. "Would you like to know my name?" I nodded. "It's Anabella. What's yours?" "Mark" "Hello Mark." She leaned forward close to me and saw me looking startled and took my hand and held it in hers. I said I was not sure if I could stay very long as I had to finish my round. She told me how much she liked me and that she had been wanting to invite me in for weeks. I stared at her speechlessly. I knew that she was naked under the dressing gown and the way her body was shifting around on the sofa getting closer and closer to me was starting to get me hard. "Your hands are cold" she said rubbing them and then she brought one up to her warm body, her chest. "See.. compared to my body, you're freezing" holding my hand under her robe on her warm skin, inches from her breasts. She slowly took my hand and raised it to her mouth. Then looking me steadily in the eye, questioningly and beseechingly, she started to suck my little finger. My cock was completely hard now and I desperately needed to adjust it but I couldn't do it without her seeing. She saw me wriggling and looked down at my crotch. She started to suck my finger even more deeply taking two of them in her mouth. I was breathing really hard now and didn't know what to do. She told me that she wanted to feel my penis and asked if that was okay with me. I said yes and she asked me to unzip my fly which I did. She reached in and felt for my cock and it bounced up out of my boxers. She gave a little cry when she saw it standing tall and erect. She looked back up at me excitedly and said she wanted to give me pleasure and did I want that? "Yes" I said. She seemed so gentle and eager to please me and even though I had only ever had one girl touch my penis and was not experienced at all sexually, she didn't really make me feel nervous. She put her hand gently around my cock and started to rub up and down the length of it. I remember sinking back into the cushion breathing heavily and thinking I might pass out. "Does that feel good?" she asked me, concerned. I nodded. "Do you want to touch me? Or see me naked?" she asked. I nodded again and she slipped out of her robe, just like that. One movement and the silk crumpled silently onto the carpet and her tiny frame was naked in front of me. I could have circled her waist with my hands it was so small, there was nothing to her. Her breasts were delicate with pale pink nipples and her bush was dark. I wanted to touch her but I didn't dare. It was like she could read my mind. "Touch me if you like" she whispered, coming closer to me on the sofa. Her nipples brushed against my body and I reached out and started to fondle her breasts, clumsily I thought, but she seemed to like my touch and she licked her lips and bent over me, sucking my nipples and flicking them with her tongue as she continued stroking my shaft up and down. Some of her hair fell on my stomach. It was so soft. She was squeezing my cock gently underneath the head and rubbing her fingers softly over the tip. It was glistening with fluid and she smiled when she saw it dribbling over the edge. Her other hand started to rub my balls through my boxer shorts which made me delirious. I knew I was going to come quickly and there was nothing really I could do to draw this out. Her breathing was getting faster now and I could see she really wanted me to come. I let go and started to moan outwardly now, letting the rhythm of her hand speed up. I was so close to ejaculating. I panicked a bit thinking it was going to go all over her sofa but I couldn't stop now. It might sound weird but my main memory was that the hand stroking my cock was doing it with such care and love. She was looking at my face intently as I was about to come and I felt a bit embarrassed to have her looking at me like that but I finally had to let go and I shot spunk everywhere; over her, her hair, my chest, the sofa, cushions.. Her eyes were alight like a child at Christmas and she hugged me telling me how amazing that had been and what a man I was. She went off and got some tissues and came back and helped me to clean up. She was still naked and I was having difficulty concentrating on what I was doing as she was so beautiful. She then put her robe back on and asked me to have some tea but I said I really had to go. I saw her a few times after that but she was rarely at the window anymore. I felt sad to see her so infrequently and I didn't know if she was avoiding me. Any time I did see her she would smile warmly and ask how I was but she never lingered or asked me to come in again. I stopped my round a few months later when I left school and I didn't think about her for the longest time. I have recently had odd thoughts about her and wonder what she's doing and why she wanted to get me off so much that day? She had an aura of the unhappily married woman about her when I look back, but I never saw her husband or her with him so I have really no idea. It seems a bit odd to me that a woman would have such a need to see a young man's penis and make him come but, who knows? For me it was a really positive thing. I think she gave me a lot of confidence in myself and I wasn't half as nervous around girls my own age afterwards. Suddenly girls seemed to be a lot more interested in me too. Everyone should have a woman like that in their lives. At least once.