I was glad I wore my leggings and snug vest top, I thought, as I saw him. My top cropped just the right amount, not too much skin, but enough to tempt a look of my flat stomach. I always liked the way he couldn't help checking me out. Trying desperately not too, but always failing. He tried to do it discreetly but was awful at it.
I had bitterly regretted my choice on the way to the shop. It had been lovely and sunny when I left, but had started darkening by the time I had arrived.
He hadn't seen me yet. His attention on the items on the shelf in front of him. I pretended not to see him and put my basket down. I looked for something on the top shelf and tried to reach it, not even sure what 'it' was.
I stretched my petite body tight as I went on the tip of my toes. At 5'3 I wasn't the tallest. My flat stomach tightened and my ribs stretched the skin of my thin waist. My small pert breasts pushed out against my top. An over the top display I know, but I hoped he was looking.
"Hi Hannah," he said. I smiled inside, pretending to be surprised to see him. "Need a hand?" He reached past me and took what I was aiming for, passing it into my hand.
"Hi Tom. Thanks," I said. Dropping to the balls of my feet. Slightly flustered. I imagined him looking at me when he approached, and it made heat rise in my lower abdomen. I turned to him and smiled up at him. "It's a pain being short sometimes."
"Especially when you need those... er... Organic Chia seeds?" he said. I looked at the pack, hoping they weren't too expensive. "What do you do with them?"
I died slightly inside, instantly turning pink. "Just... um... cook stuff," I said lamely. I didn't have a clue what you did with them. For fucks sake Han. I cursed myself. "How are you?" I tried to change the subject.
"Good thank you," he replied. "I was just off to see your dad actually. I need to pick his brains."
"Good luck with that," I said. Trying to be funny. "Not much there." He laughed politely and I cursed myself again. Why was I so pathetic around him? Well, I knew why. I fancied the shit out of him. He was my dad's friend though. Even without the mammoth age gap it was wrong on many levels. Didn't stop me fantasising though. That big juicy...stop it Han. I caught myself staring like an idiot.
"I didn't realise you were back," he said.
"Only for the holidays," I said. "A little break from all the hard studying, and nights out."
"Tough life?" he said.
"Very," I said. "My liver probably looks like it's been humped by a rampant Incredible Hulk."
"Wow. A randy Hulk," he said, laughing. "Now there's an image I can't get out of my head."
"That's an image I don't want to get out of my head," I said. Laughing with him.
"Oh god no," he said. "I refuse to believe my school friend's daughter is old enough to make comments like that."
"Hey, I'm 18 now," I said. "Believe it. You're officially an old man. I mean a good looking old man, but still ancient."
"Thanks," he said. Laughing. "I think." We looked into each other's eyes. I held his look. It felt like a long time.
"Right. Okay then," he said, breaking the silence. "Guess I'll see you at yours in a bit."
"I'll walk back with you," I said, a little too quickly, and forcefully. I cringed. I needed to get my shit together. I saw him hesitate at his answer. "Sorry, we don't have to." Damn it. What was I thinking?
"I'd like that," he said, quickly. Obviously sensing my discomfort. I smiled. I knew he was being polite. It was sweet. "I just..."
"Worry what my dad would think," I finished for him. "We'll be okay. We'll have our clothes on."
"That's good," he said, smiling. "Okay then. I'm heading to the checkout. I'll meet you outside when you're done." He wandered off to pay and I stood there and watched his tight bum walk away, squeezed nicely into his jeans. His squeezable firm bottom. I shook my head again, seriously get it together Han, I thought. This was dangerous territory.
I continued my shopping, and went to pay. Luckily my new seeds were only a couple of pounds. I just hoped I could find a use for them, I didn't like waste. I checked my hair on the self service screen, running my fingers through the long dark strands. Letting it fall back down my back, feeling it caress my bare shoulders.
I met Tom at the door, he was waiting inside and staring out. I could see why. It was raining hard.
"Love this country," I said as I neared. I was going to get soaked.
"Mmm, not good," he said, turning to me. He looked down at my white top, I felt myself going red again. "Especially for you."
"I wasn't exactly expecting rain," I said, defensively. It was a shocking error on my part though. Especially seen as I hadn't bothered to put a bra on.
"Have you noticed the weather the last two weeks?" he said. "Or do you student's never go out!"
"Cheeky bastard," I said, laughing.
"Here you take this," he shrugged his coat off. A tight t-shirt underneath. Things were looking up. "It's better my nipples show than yours."
"Why what's wrong with my nipples?" I said, offended.
"Oh god," he blurted. "No...I...you've got great nipples." He noticed me smiling, winding him up.
"Wow thanks," I said. "Great nipples. Too smooth Tom." I laughed. He pulled the coat back.
"You can get wet for that," he said. He looked good as he smiled. I fought to behave myself. Too late for that, I had almost said. I snatched the coat off him.
"You've already offered," I said, putting it on. It was huge on me.
"Come on," he said. "It's not going to stop."
We hurried to mine. It was raining hard and we moved as fast as we could. I was glad I played football and kept fit, my training being put to good use. I didn't want to seem unfit to Tom.
I couldn't help glancing at him as his shirt became soaked and his nipples became obvious and hard against the fabric. It was May, but the wind was still cold. He had hard lumps and bumps in all the right places. I was horny now, no denying it. Shame my dad would be home.
We got back and I went in first, taking off his dripping wet coat and hanging it on the radiator. I turned to Tom who was standing drenched in the doorway. I couldn't help but laugh. He gave me a mock evil look.
"I never should've given you that coat," he said. "Teach me to be the gentleman."
"Sorry," I said, stifling another laugh. "We'll get your clothes dry and I'll make you a coffee to make it up to you. Come on."
"DAD!" I shouted on the way in. No answer. In the kitchen there was a note. I smiled. My dad was so old school. In the days of a hundred ways to message someone he loved a note on the kitchen table. I read it and my heart beat increased.
"My dad's had to pop into work," I said, turning to Tom. "Said he won't be too long, and to look after you till he gets back. Guess I'm at your service." I let the statement hang, watching his face. I was sure I could see a battle in his head. I was hoping it was whether he was going to bend me over this kitchen table or not.
"Sounds fun," he said, smiling. "Could do with getting dry first though." He looked down at his dripping clothes. I did too, they clung to his body. I would've looked all day. I shook my head.
"Yes...of course," I mumbled.
I led him through the kitchen to our utility room. A small room with the washing machine, a tumble dryer, and a large chest freezer. I went to the tumble dryer and set the timer. I turned to see him watching me, the fire rose further in my lower stomach, reaching dangerous levels. We were alone in a small room, I was only two steps from his large firm arms. I took a deep breath, turning my attention to the dials of the tumble dryer.
"If you get undressed and chuck your wet things in there," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. "I've set it. Just close the door. They'll be dry in no time." I stood and stared at his wet t-shirt again. The contours of his hard muscular body underneath.
"Thanks Hannah," he said. He stood there for a moment, no words between us. "Um...can I have some privacy." I looked at him stupidly for a second, then realisation dawned.
"Oh shit. Sorry," I said, laughing. "Yeah sure." Well played dickhead, I thought, cursing myself. I hurried out.
I left him to get undressed, sent my dad a quick message, and went to sort myself out. My top had stayed dry under his coat, but my leggings were soaked from my thighs down. I peeled them off in my room and dried my slender legs. My pants had survived beneath the long coat, but I changed them for some fancy black lace underwear anyway, and replaced the leggings with a small tight pair of black denim shorts. I knew nothing would happen, but you had to be prepared, right?
I went for a wee, and to sort my hair in the bathroom. The hood of the coat had saved me from a drowned rat look. A quick fluffing of my long dark hair and I was good to go. I couldn't ignore the feeling taking hold of me. The thought of Tom naked downstairs. I tried to shake it off.
I checked my phone and smiled. Today was my lucky day after all. By the time I had made Tom a coffee I knew what I wanted. I headed to the utility room. I stood outside the door and chewed my lip nervously, wondering if this was a good idea. I decided it was.
I slowly opened the door. Peering in. No shame in my pervy antics. I nearly fucking moaned, stopping myself just in time. Jesus Han, I thought, I'd be humping his leg next.