A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Bath/Window/Park/Playground/Top/Parley/Clothes/No/Talk/Randy/Help

"Oh! Right over there?" asked Sally, pointing past Randy. He didn't mind following the direction of her finger in order to turn away as he was finding himself increasingly flustered having to look at the starkers Sorenson girl perched beside him. Despite his earlier promise not to peek, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes up, whether she was aware or not.

"Yes, that's right," he confirmed. "That's Edward's place, the one with the red door. So if you can just hand o-"

When Randy turned back to his passenger she was no longer next to him, her door left ajar. It was unfathomable that she would've stepped out of his truck completely undressed and so was startled to spot her bounding up the sidewalk a moment later.

"Uh, Sally? Sally!" he called out, opening his own door. "Are you sure that you don't wa-"

"I don't mind! I can do this one!"

Randy was already thinking twice about shouting at a little girl prancing naked outdoors and quietly closed his door to not draw any extra attention.

Sally ran the rest of the way up the walk and pressed the doorbell, wanting to provide good service with a hand-delivery. A moment later she was elated to see a man peering out through the window of his front door at her. Sally beamed a smile at who she presumed to be Edward, causing the man to look up and down the sidewalk quizzically before opening his door with a dumbfounded expression.

"Can I help you?"

"Special delivery!" exclaimed Sally. She extended her arm forward holding the envelope, rising onto her tiptoes as she kicked one leg out behind her, stretching her body in order to reach inside the doorframe, thinking it might be rude to invite herself inside by stepping through the door. "Well, it's just a regular delivery, but I think I'm pretty special!" she joked. Edward just gawked at her. He caught a glimpse of the mail truck parked nearby, but was otherwise transfixed by the delightful little thing that had apparently come out of it.

"Wh- Where's your uniform?"

"No, no uniform. That would be special alright, if I got one of those! But I'm just a helper, so no uniform for me! Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get to wear one after I show how good I am!" Sally thought aloud excitedly while teetering on her toes, throwing her other arm out to one side to keep her balance, patiently waiting for the man to grab hold of his package.

"I suppose that's one way to save costs..." Edward replied as he warily took the padded envelope from Sally. She rocked back onto her heels and began to play with her hair while she nervously chit-chatted, proud of herself for completing her first ever delivery.

"Yeah, I could see that! I dunno how it works exactly. Randy never explained it. I probably don't deserve one though. I just started. But I don't mind going without!"

"I can see that," he muttered, nodding.

"Maybe it's weird to see someone delivering mail without a uniform on," she rambled nervously, throwing an arm behind her head and also grabbing hold of one of her ankles while she talked. "People probably aren't used to it. But that's okay. I bet I can change people's minds if I show how good a job I can do!"

"Hmph. Well you are looking good... for a girl your age," added Edward as he drank in the spritely naked young tween showing herself off and pulling her lifted leg to one side. The cutie didn't have a lick of body hair, her armpit just as bald as her pussy, and both opened up as if ready for inspection.

"I bet the uniforms don't even fit me! I'm only 10," Sally continued to ramble, unaware of the lewd view she was giving Edward as she absently stretched her leg higher and opened more of her body to him. She might've just kept on rambling and eventually pulled her foot all the way over her head had it not finally occurred to her that she was keeping Randy waiting in the truck.

"Oh! I better keep going." Sally turned away and hopped off Edward's front step, but looked back over her shoulder to add, "I hope you have fun with your package!"

"God... I just might," he replied, staring at Sally's cute bum cheeks as she skipped her way to the sidewalk.

As Sally happily took her uncomfortable seat and closed the passenger door it was Randy's turn to be mortified. He had also watched Sally stretch and pose on Edward's porch, a captivating yet bothersome sight. This girl "accidentally" leaving her house naked seemed a less believable story with each passing moment. It was good that he knew Ed pretty well and made a note to chat with him later, but having Sally running to and from his mail truck naked as a jaybird along his route couldn't be a good idea.

"How'd I do? I think I did great!" beamed Sally.

"Yup! A great... great job! And I think it's about time someone came to get you!"

Sally was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to deliver more mail, but she hadn't exactly asked for permission either. She busied herself by checking the letters and packages around her for names she recognized while Randy made several back to back calls until someone picked up. It was a short conversation, little more than, "Please come get your sister" along with the street address before Randy was forced to entertain the bold exhibitionist sharing his truck while they waited.

Sally had become her utterly aloof self again and had zero self-awareness as she leaned into Randy to poke at his dashboard, then climbed fully into his lap to have him teach her how to drive, before half falling into the back of the truck to reach for a colorful envelope that caught her eye. Randy eventually coaxed the immodest girl into sitting still, at which point, out of sheer boredom, she leaned away from him and pulled her foot up in front of her face to pick at her toenails. This gave Randy an unforgettable view of how a young girl's vulva parts itself when her legs are pried open so gratuitously.

By the time Devin showed up on his bike, the helpful mailman was very much living up to his name, as Randy as he had ever been. He all but shoved Sally out the door before speeding off in a cold sweat, her shirt and underwear still on the floor of his truck.

"Sally... what are you doing out here?"

"I was just trying to help Randy with his package," she said, sounding almost as confused as Devin. "But he only let me do it one time. I thought I did pretty good. I know Edward thought so."

"Who's Edward?"

"Edward Heyat," she stressed, as if that was obvious. "He said I'd make a great mail person."

"But... dressed like that?" Devin asked, looking at her fully bared figure with wide-eyes. Sally rolled hers.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but you can't get a uniform until you show what you can do!"

She was acting like she'd answered that question a thousand times today. With her sounding so exasperated Devin wasn't sure he wanted to ask more questions. Thankfully Sally, although completely threadbare, seemed as fine as she was unbothered by her state of undress.

"So... did you want to go home?"

Slumping her shoulders, Sally let out a sigh. She forgot to ask Randy if she could help him again some time. "I guess so. Bye-bye, Mr Heyat!"

Devin turned to see blinds sharply closing in a window Sally was energetically waving at.

"You never get to see each person's package though," mused Sally as she began to wander down the sidewalk. "Like, all the way. You can feel how big it is from the outside, but just kinda hafta imagine it. Like, it'd be way more fun if you could take their stuff out and look at it, play with it for a while before you had to, y'know, finish the job. But I bet Edward wouldn't mind! Pretty sure he wanted me to hold his package the whole time we were talking, so I probably shoulda done it for longer. He seemed nice."

"Mail... you were helping with mail, right?" asked Devin suspiciously.

"Mhmm!"

"Okay... but Sally?"

"Yeah?"

"Home is that way."

"Oh! I knew that..."

• Sally asks if she can ride Devin's handlebars on the way home.
• Sally walks home beside her brother.
• Devin insists Sally wear his white tank top before they go anywhere. Request --BraveNudeWorld (talk) 20:09, 5 June 2024 (UTC)

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