There was this nice looking young girl about sixteen or seventeen named Hilda Lewis who had felt the call of nature and hormones. She had gotten herse...f knocked up and her parents had forced the young father of the child to marry her. He was a little older than she, about twenty, I suppose, and worked in the local cotton mill to support them.As luck would have it, they moved into a small house that was on my paper route. They lived on a winding dirt road about a mile from my house and were the. But, either Sandra was impervious to the lines or it just went over her head. Sandra was sort of nice but she did seem a little dim. I was missing Mandy's laugh and good humour. Anyway, we got to Sandra's place, she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to come in for coffee. I thought about it and if anything wanted to stay faithful with Mandy, so I said, “No. I'm working tomorrow, so I've got to be up early.” which was a lie. She left me her mobile number and I told her I would call her. She. I was holding my dress down as I shifted my legs around on the couch so I knew I didn’t show him anything I wasn’t ready to show. Just then, he reached out and rubbed the top of my foot where the strap on my shoes had been. “Your poor feet must be aching from those tight straps.” He said as he rubbed the top of my foot. He looked me in the eye and asked “Do you mind?” I said “No” and he pulled my foot to his lap and began to rub it. It has been so long since I had a foot rub and it felt so. A desk was situated opposite mine and I imagined in detail what my colleague would say if he was to walk in on me whilst I was fingering myself and enjoying every moment. It turned me on knowing I risked this happening but also a total stranger walking in and finding me on my desk with my legs apart.Moving various items aside on my desk, I perched myself on top and kicked off my heels, running one hand against my stockings, feeling how silky the material felt against my skin, and moved my.