Chapter One: Sue's Sliver
I worked the residential garbage route back then. It was summer job and it kept me busy, and out of trouble, for the most part. It was a job my mother had gotten me, by persuading a local owner that I was, indeed, big enough and mature enough to handle the work.
Mom worked at the interstate truck stop and I often went to have lunch during her shift. She had introduced me to John, owner of the sanitation business, and left it to me to work out the details. I succeeded and enjoyed the job, even though it was dirty and hard work most days. Not many kids in high school made the kind of money I did, not to mention having most of the day off, as we normally finished up by noon.
John was nice enough, a bit rough around the edges, but no worse than any other older adult I knew, that had worked long and hard to make his way in life. He appreciated my work ethic and showed me by giving me my own truck and route half way through that first summer.
He had little choice actually, one worker had quit and another he fired after catching him drinking on the job. He was hurting and made a point of telling me so. He also reminded me that I had no chauffeur's license and he was sticking his neck out.
"Don't screw this up!" Were his last words to me, as I left to fly solo, so to speak.
So, there I was on top of my little world. Running a garbage route and making good summer money. It took no time at all before I began to notice how people were creatures of habit, as I made my rounds week in and out.
I noticed those that were prone to drinking heavily or, at least, liked to have guests often and party. Garbage really does tell a lot about any house hold and it was no great surprise to me, years later, finding out about the unscrupulous uses for our discarded garbage.
The old saying, "garbage in/garbage out" was no longer true, as someone had figured a way to turn garbage into gold, in some cases, at no great expense to those that were discarding the stuff. Beware, is all the advice I think called for, but enough of that as my story isn't about garbage, but about a few women scattered along my route.
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Sue Johnson
There was Sue Johnson, a very noteworthy lady, who lived with her husband on 4th street, in the southwest part of town. My route ran the entire southwest quadrant of Owendale, which was OK with me, as I had no real preference anyway.
On garbage days, Sue was always late. She'd hear my truck and as I walked up her drive Sue would burst through her back door, garbage bags in hand running for the pick up can. It never seemed to dawn on Sue that she was, always, near naked in doing so. Or perhaps, with the hind sight, of years gone by, she was always very aware of the fact!
I was embarrassed the first time I saw her and turned my head away. She chided me that day saying,
"Oh come on, I know a good looking guy like you has seen a woman naked before!"
Chuckling, Sue made a poor attempt at wrapping her see through nittie a little closer to her body, with her arms, and turned strolled back into the house, like she was returning from the store. Entering her back door, she would always turn and give me a wink, before walking in.
Time went on and Sue and I got to be on a first name basis. Fortunately, or knowingly so, in Sue's case, her back yard was well concealed by tall hedges and fence works. Many days she would stop me and want to chat for a spell. Taking no small pleasure at watching me look at her body. Hey, I was young and what the hell!
She always seemed to enjoy the fact my pants had a large bulge, visible to her, when I was leaving, a sort of perverse satisfaction I guess. At some point, Sue apparently wanted more and I was ready for her, too.
I came up the drive that, fateful, day, whistling and wondering just how long before Sue would make her mad dash to the trash can and I remember thinking,
"Huh, where the hell is she today?" And that's when I heard the noise.
It was coming from the garage and sounded like Sue, but lower voiced and strained. I poked my head around the door and looked in.
"Hey! Just the guy I was hoping to see!" Sue called out.
"I gotta a little extra today. Can you handle it?" She said, smiling at me and pointed to a large bag on the floor.
Sue was wearing a short, black silk slip, which came down to mid ass on her. Her full breasts were heaving from the exertion she had been involved in and one breast was near fully exposed, proudly displaying a pink and very erect nipple, as her strap had fallen on one side. I smiled widely at her and immediately felt my cock starting to go erect.
As my eyes adjusted more to the, dim, garage lighting I noticed Sue wore nothing else, but the slip, no panties, nothing. Standing legs spread, and hands on her hips, Sue was catching her breath, her clean shaven pussy hi-lighted by the top of her slip.
Sue knew in an instant where my gaze had gone and smiling she said, "Well, come on, get over here and help. I doubt if that bulge in your drawers will get in the way!"
"How can I help, Sue?" I asked, as I stepped in the garage and stood next to her.
"Well, I was going to have you take this bag, but I swear I got a sliver in my ass while getting this damn bag out of the corner. Would you mind looking for me? Maybe you can get it out!" She said, grinning widely, and turned to bend over, spreading her legs even farther apart.
I raised her slip slight distance required to expose her entire ass and asked her to turn her butt into the light. Dropping down on my knees, I carefully inspected her ass, for the mysterious sliver.
"Huh? Nothing I can see Sue." I said, but added,
"I did find a very cute little mole!" And I placed my finger just inside the crack of her ass, slightly below her rectum, marking the spot.
"Really!" She quipped, "Are you sure that's what it is?"
"I'll look a little closer Sue, but it sure looks like a mole to me!" I chided her.
Gently, I grabbed her cheeks and spread them wider, taking a much closer look. That's when the aroma of her sex hit me and before I knew it I had slid my finger into her rectum and began probing her ass. I heard Sue gasp, and then raise up on her tip toes just slightly, allowing me a better look and angle to get farther inside.
"Wow, you really know how to look for slivers, don't you?" She sighed, her breath starting to come in small pants, as I probed her rectum.
"I'd really like you to look a little deeper. I don't suppose you have a bigger tool you could use, do you?" She asked huskily, looking over her shoulder and tracing her lips with her tongue.
"I think you're in luck Sue." I responded and slowly unzipped my pants.
Sue's eyes widened as she watched me haul out my hardened cock and said, as she turn away to bend over farther,
"That's quite a tool Ben! I was hoping you'd use that one! You make sure about that sliver, make sure you check as deep as you think it might be!"
"Ok, if that's what you want Sue, but what about your husband? Is he home?" I quickly asked, snapping my head around to check the view out the garage door.
"Nah, he's gone, went golfing and won't be back for hours."
A little more at ease, I stepped towards Sue, my stiff cock in hand, when Sue cried out,
"Wait, not yet! Let me get that tool of yours wet first!"
