It got to be lunchtime, and I decided I was ill. I told the boss I had a really bad headache, and he was sympathetic. It was the middle of summer, working in a stupidly hot warehouse, and I'd had enough. My new girlfriend had come to visit and was waiting for me at home, and I couldn't stand working anymore.
I was twenty, home from university working for the summer. My parents had gone on holiday for a week, I had the house to myself, so Kris, who was 21 then, decided it might be a good idea to come and check out where I lived.
I was sweating badly walking up the hill from work to home. I comforted myself on the trek back thinking of the cold shower I'd have when I got there, then maybe I'd take Kris for a drink in the pub garden across the road.
Kris was not a country girl, so I didn't know what she'd make of that idea. She was used to a speedier lifestyle; one of the first times we went out together, after an hour she thought we ought to get in a taxi and tell the driver to drive around while we fucked. Out of shyness I declined, gracefully.
I really thought she was too good for me back then. I'd met her on my degree course, and as soon as I saw her told myself this was the girl I wanted to marry. She was tall, about the same height as me, slim, with long dark hair, and big blue eyes. At lectures she always wore jeans and cardigans, disguising an amazing figure; her breasts were perfect, neither noticeably small nor large (the crude description would be 'a handful.') Her legs were long and beautifully formed, and her hips protruded just enough to give her a gorgeous shapely butt.
When I arrived at the front door of my house I was red faced and sweaty from the August sun, and out of breath from the walk. I paused on the step for a minute composing myself, and then let myself. "Hello?" I called. "Kris, I'm back."
A moment passed and her head appeared around the top of my stairs. She looked surprised for a second, then regained her composure and ran down the stairs to greet me. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you for hours!"
"I was worried about you, here on your own."
She walked straight past me, grabbing my shoulder on the way and pulling me into the front room behind her before sitting down heavily on the sofa. I sat down next to her.
"Have you had a nice morning?" she said, clutching my hand in hers. She drew it into her lap, and my eyes were drawn to her white legs and the bottom of her thighs. She was wearing a short, tight lilac skirt and a white vest. I looked into her brown eyes, staring at me attentively as I responded, while she made massaging gestures on my palm.
"Okay, about average. What have you been up to?"
She drew breath deeply and sank down on the sofa, letting go of my hands and raising her arms above her head. "Not much, not much." She slipped down further, shutting her eyes. My own eyes flicked down, and saw she'd made her skirt ride up; she had no underwear on and her bush was well, there.
