Ever&ever
07-30-2018, 02:44 PM
Hello
This is my first attempt at writing a story that lots of people might read, so please forgive me if it's not very polished!
Here we go!
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Monday July30'18
It was 5 in the morning, just getting light, and I was delivering flyers for Mario's restaurant. He agreed I would do just one street every day before school; Mario had a map back at the restaurant where we colour-in the roads that I had done.
It was Saturday - so actually I wasn't going to school - I was wearing my thick sweater (over my sleep-top that I thought it was too early to take off!), black jeggins, my short yellow pleated skirt and yellow flip-flops. Before leaving home I had taken my sleep-bottoms off and put on yesterdays panties (that were under my pillow)
It was a beautiful morning and I had got about half-way up Lyndhurst Gardens when I noticed this HUGE puddle that spread across the road from kerb to kerb (well, it was more like a LAKE really - I learned later that there had been a burst water main over-night)
I took my flip-flops off and stepped into the lake because I wanted to see if I could see the reflection up my skirt; well it was very disappointing because I couldn't bend over far enough to see properly!
Just then this HUGE truck came roaring up the road and WHOOSH! It emptied what felt like the entire lake over me! Every little square millimeter of me and my clothes was soaked!
I was so shocked that I burst into tears - whatever was I to do?
But just then a man in his pyjamas came running out of the door of house Number 7 - I thought he was my guardian angel! He was carrying a bright blue bath-towel and he said "You poor girl, good heavens but you'll catch your death of cold, here put this bath-robe on and come indoors and get warm and dry and I'll make you a hot cocoa"
He put the towel over my shoulders and that felt much better then he put his arm round me and that (like warm pyjams!) felt really good and he held me close while we shuffled up the garden path to his front door.
He guided me inside which wasn't easy cos I had both my ams wrapped round him and my head was burried in his side (Iiked his smell!). My teeth were chattering all the while and when we were standing in the kitchen he said
"Now here's my nice warm dressing gown, I'll go and find some more towels while you take your wet things off and snuggle down into my warm gown"
When he came back I was still as he left me
"I'm s s sorry m mister I's t tooo c cold t to undress, can you h help me p please?"
"OK, quickly, quickly - dressing gown on radiator to warm and dry, good. Wooly off"
I lift my arms for him to take my sweater off that's VERY heavy with being wet
"Goodness me, it's FULL of water still!"
He drops iton the floor
"Now your sweet litte top"
"It's m my s sleepy- t t top" I tell him and raise my arms again. I notice he does this slowly because he's looking at my little boobs. I'm pushing them out for him and do what Beth at school calls a shoulder-roll!
More to follow . . . . . . . .
This is my first attempt at writing a story that lots of people might read, so please forgive me if it's not very polished!
Here we go!
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Monday July30'18
It was 5 in the morning, just getting light, and I was delivering flyers for Mario's restaurant. He agreed I would do just one street every day before school; Mario had a map back at the restaurant where we colour-in the roads that I had done.
It was Saturday - so actually I wasn't going to school - I was wearing my thick sweater (over my sleep-top that I thought it was too early to take off!), black jeggins, my short yellow pleated skirt and yellow flip-flops. Before leaving home I had taken my sleep-bottoms off and put on yesterdays panties (that were under my pillow)
It was a beautiful morning and I had got about half-way up Lyndhurst Gardens when I noticed this HUGE puddle that spread across the road from kerb to kerb (well, it was more like a LAKE really - I learned later that there had been a burst water main over-night)
I took my flip-flops off and stepped into the lake because I wanted to see if I could see the reflection up my skirt; well it was very disappointing because I couldn't bend over far enough to see properly!
Just then this HUGE truck came roaring up the road and WHOOSH! It emptied what felt like the entire lake over me! Every little square millimeter of me and my clothes was soaked!
I was so shocked that I burst into tears - whatever was I to do?
But just then a man in his pyjamas came running out of the door of house Number 7 - I thought he was my guardian angel! He was carrying a bright blue bath-towel and he said "You poor girl, good heavens but you'll catch your death of cold, here put this bath-robe on and come indoors and get warm and dry and I'll make you a hot cocoa"
He put the towel over my shoulders and that felt much better then he put his arm round me and that (like warm pyjams!) felt really good and he held me close while we shuffled up the garden path to his front door.
He guided me inside which wasn't easy cos I had both my ams wrapped round him and my head was burried in his side (Iiked his smell!). My teeth were chattering all the while and when we were standing in the kitchen he said
"Now here's my nice warm dressing gown, I'll go and find some more towels while you take your wet things off and snuggle down into my warm gown"
When he came back I was still as he left me
"I'm s s sorry m mister I's t tooo c cold t to undress, can you h help me p please?"
"OK, quickly, quickly - dressing gown on radiator to warm and dry, good. Wooly off"
I lift my arms for him to take my sweater off that's VERY heavy with being wet
"Goodness me, it's FULL of water still!"
He drops iton the floor
"Now your sweet litte top"
"It's m my s sleepy- t t top" I tell him and raise my arms again. I notice he does this slowly because he's looking at my little boobs. I'm pushing them out for him and do what Beth at school calls a shoulder-roll!
More to follow . . . . . . . .