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The Journeys Of Albert Tooley
(Albert Tooley)

     I made a lot of deliveries that exposed me to some of the wealthier sections of town. I was making a delivery and had made a turn off Piccadilly Street, searching for the address of a Miss Wimberley Kitchens, delivering her a dress that was needed for a ball that very evening. The dress was bundled in heavy paper, but I still was attentive to demons that would spoil my duties. There were foul presences abounding, and even in daylight anyone with obvious duties of carrying a parcel was sure to be in someone's sights. More than one unemployed eye darted from my eyes to my cargo. 



     I had almost reached the outskirts of my neighborhood, when I happened to glance down an alley and in an instant my eyes captured a forbidden view. Without knowing my presence or seeming to care, a young lass of my age or older had lifted her skirts and curiously, whilst still standing, placed one leg up on a pipe about waist high.



     My eyes focused on the sparse hair that covered her womanhood and the milky white of her thighs. Then she reached down grabbing a tuft of hair and pulled up on it, and then, almost to my shock, she emitted a proud and forceful stream from within her dark secrets. I was caught off guard by this innocent and private scene. She would have done my boys proud in a pissing contest, as her stream hit the dirt alley floor with an audible downpour. Still unaware of my presence, with her leg high, she grabbed a bit of her hem and dabbed any remaining dribbling moistures from between her legs. This is when I caught a glimpse of pink folds of flesh that cut her femininity cleanly in half and my insides boiled with a heat I had not yet experienced.



     She then took note of me and with a shy grin she straightened her dress and then yelled, "Never seen a girl doin er necessities?"



     Several passersby looked towards me and I walked quickly from the scene. The impression weighted heavy on my mind. Oh, I had seen the female form in many stages of undress. On Sunday when my mates and me could get out of church gowin, we would go to the back alleys of the taverns and several spots where we knew the weekly baths of the working girls were done outside. The tavern girls bathing in a big wood tub in back of The Green Apple was our favorite, as the women were not so plump and didn't throw things at us if they knew our presence. This was our favorite spot to strain eyefuls against the fence. The sight of the shiny soap on their big bosoms and the playful lathering between their legs was a fascinating sight. But until now I think I enjoyed the Sunday quests cause it was something forbidden and a bit of curiosity to see a naked woman.



     But the sight of that girl in the alley with her dress high and her pee flowing hard and then that glimpse of the pink folds. How much was going on down there? What other things did a female's hair cover? Well, the feeling in my belly was a ticklin in a new way. Her sight inspired an unfamiliar aching wantonness in my loins. That was the first time I think I was aware of the pull of a girl. Should I go back and make acquaintance? No, she had yelled at me and I had viewed her privacy. The most I could expect was a trouncing from a street tart.



     When visiting my mother, my Aunts were not shy about their forms, and I had glimpsed, more than once, their secrets. Aunt Hillary took to wearing loose nightshirts on her visits and made no dainty attempts to cover her ample bosoms when she bent over. Her nipples were big and dark and pushed hard against the light cloth. In the morning I made a point to be piddling around the back kitchen door, as she was first to come to start breakfast. When the sun was right, her shirt revealed all her parts in grand manner. When she bent to light the stove, the crack of her buttocks was easily followed to her dark hole and then to a flowering of hair that hid the rest from my curious eyes. Sometimes I caught her squatting on a chamber pot, but forced my eyes away in respect, but she paid me no mind. Once I walked in on her when her nightshirt was coming over her head and I froze at the first revelation of a totally nude lady. I froze and when she saw me, she shooed me away with no harm done.



     My neighbor Julie, being near my age, was a great tender of her garden, though small and sickly in the city confines. She still took delight in growing vegetables. She had a charming way of squatting while she tendered her garden, pulling weeds and giving drink to each little plant with loving care. When I was younger I was well aware her lack of undergarments and her female mound was apparent. It looked smooth and hairless and not all that interesting. I kind of felt sorry for her, not having a cock to brandish. Seems she was just missing something, down there. But as of late my eager and exploitive eyes were keenly aware of the coarse black hair that was growing between her thighs, as she had not in these years changed garden posture. More than once she caught me looking, but pretended to ignore my stares at her privates and on more than one occasion of late she would appear to open her thighs wider while I stared, avoiding all eye contact with me. This puzzled me, because in our history, she had neither been friendly to me, or mean. She just accepted me as the boy next door. So this game she played meant she fancied me or she was proud of her new sprout of hair. This would not be the first of my questions as to the whims of the opposite sex, which to this day remain unanswered. In my youth, the more questions about girls I had, only created more....................



     All these introductions and my new found fancy for the sights of a woman compared nothing to the lusts coursing through me yet, at the site of the alley girl. What was it that had caused my blood to warm and my body to tingle? My belly felt light and tickly and there seemed no way to scratch it. The sight of her folds was more stimulating than anything I had ever seen. I walked and my thoughts turned more daring. I pictured myself walking up to her in midstream and her smiling coyly at me. Upon completion of her relief, I would gentlemanly take her hem from her and say, "Allow me, my lady," and I would take her skirt and gently dry the moisture from her full mound and make sure that not a hair was left undried.



     She would thrust her hips towards me and I would put a finger to her crease and push and explore this tantalizing mound of flesh so smooth and soft, her hair as fine and soft as a baby's. I would, seeing her enthusiasms for my explorations, pull her blouse down to fondle the pink nipples that awaited my caresses, squeezing the milky white mounds.



     My loins were hot with this daydream and I was abruptly brought to life by a passerby's hard bump which, owned to my inattention, dislodged my precious cargo from my hands and to the ground it went, only to be immediately retrieved by a lad of my size who ran into the crowd. I snapped right and ran towards him. With some uncomfortableness it was difficult motion to be achieved, as my breeches were stretched to a tent from my lusty thoughts. One lady looked to my eyes and then my crotch and put her hands to her mouth. I must have been a sight.