Hank Henderson
The neighborhood nympho
CHAPTER ONE
Tammy Palmer was walking slowly up the path to her home, a dejected look on her beautiful young face. She was wearing fashionable skin-tight jeans that showed off the delicious curves of her ripe ass, and spike heels that accentuated her long legs. Her maroon sweater was stretched tightly over her big tits, and the low V-neck allowed just enough of the bulging tit mounds to be visible. As usual, the eighteen-year-aid girl wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm tits wobbled enticingly as she walked. Her golden hair hung loosely around hex face, shining brightly in the sun.
After an hour and a half of trying to sell engraved goblets for her school club, the teenager had worked the condominium complex where she lived in a large circle and was almost back, to her own home. She had only made a few sales and, as she rang the bell of the last condo, she hoped for one more sale so she could go home on a positive note.
As she waited for someone to answer the door, Tammy thought about why she was do desperate to make some money. After her father's death, her mother had supported her two children by working for a small clothing company. When the company had gone out of business, several months ago, the family had been forced to sell their nice home and move into a condominium to conserve money.
Sighing, Tammy rang the doorbell one last time, staring at the mostly blank order form in her hand. She knew she would get twenty-five percent of the sales she made. But at the rate she was going, she wasn't going to make enough money to make any difference…
Ted Fletcher dropped his work and hurried from his den when he heard his bell ring for the second time. Opening the door, he saw a girl he'd often noticed next door. He'd always marveled at her beautiful features and her well proportioned body. He gulped slightly and his cock began to throb when he noticed the stiff buds of her nipples peaking the fabric of her sweater.
Fletcher barely heard her sales pitch as his gaze wandered from her gorgeous face to her tits. When she was through, he wanted to turn her down. But the pleading expression on her face made him think twice.
"I'll tell you the truth, Tammy," he said. "I really don't want one of those things – but I'll buy one from you anyway." He ushered the surprised girl inside and closed the door before heading through the spacious condo to get his checkbook. "What the hell – it's a good deed, and I enjoy helping out a pretty girl like you."
While Fletcher searched for his checkbook, Tammy wandered about his place. She figured the man must be a photographer since his walls were covered with pictures of all sorts.
"Did you take all of these pictures?" she asked, inspecting them more closely.
"Yes, I did," the man answered as he began filling out the check. He finished writing and handed the check to the youngster, smiling brightly at her. "Glad I could help out."