I'd just sat down to work in my home office when the doorbell went. I suspected it would be one of those days.
My name is Bill, I'm 40 years old and I run my own software business from home. It was a successful business and kept me very comfortable financially, which is why I could live in a nice big house in a family neighbourhood in the South West of England. I didn't have family of my own, having never married. I'd had a succession of longer term relationships, but nothing had really flourished.
The one thing I have been faithful to over the years is my fitness. I'm not a fitness freak, but I like to stay lean and fit. I gave up on gym memberships years ago and instead invested in some top quality equipment, and a large garden. My favourite thing was to do my kettle bell exercises in the garden when it was warm and dry - really working up a good sweat.
It was April, so the summer workouts were still a few weeks off, but I also had a room in the house as a gym so the fitness hadn't suffered. I'm 6'5" tall. I've got greying hair, cut short. I've got deep brown eyes that many lovers have enjoyed gazing into. I'm not the most attractive man, but because of my fitness regime I look a lot better than others my age.
Anyway, back to the story rather than me prattling on about myself. I got up from my desk and went to the door. I was expecting a delivery or Jehovah's Witnesses or something. It was neither. It was Aimee, my neighbour's daughter. She'd just turned 18 last week if I remembered correctly. Over the last few years she had blossomed into a beautiful young lady. She was 5'4", probably not much more than 100 pounds dripping wet. Her blonde hair was cut very short for a girl, but it really suited her. Her piercing blue eyes looked into mine confidently. She was incredibly lithe and toned as she was very much into ballet. She was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt.
"Good morning Mr Stornoway," she said in her sultry voice. It had really rounded out these last few months!
"Good morning Aimee," I replied, "please, I've told you before, call me Bill, particularly as your an adult now, not just my neighbour's little girl."
I swear she blushed a little, but she nodded.
"Sorry, Bill. You're right. Please can I come in? I want to talk to you about something."
I stepped aside to let her in and led her to the kitchen diner. I offered her a drink, she chose water.
"Bill," she continued once she'd settled. "Do you remember a few years ago, you promised to come and watch me dance?"
I nodded.
"Well, I don't want to be rude, but you never have taken up the offer. Why is that?"
I was caught a little off guard. "Aimee, you're right," I eventually replied, "I should have come. You see, the issue is, it was a bit weird, to me, to be going to the ballet to watch my neighbour's 'little girl' dance. Particularly as your Dad very rarely went along either. As I'm saying this I feel even worse. But you have to see, that watching young girls who aren't related to you, dancing around a stage is the sort of behaviour that gets your computer confiscated by the police!"
"I understand, Bill," she said after a pause for thought. "I hadn't thought about it that way at all. But I'm not Daddy's little girl anymore now, am I?"
"No, Aimee, that's true." My hole was dug and I was jumping head long into it.
Aimee grinned. "Good, I'm glad that's cleared up. Now, if you can't manage coming to one of my shows, would you at least come and watch me practise? I think you'll enjoy it, and maybe it will help make you feel more comfortable about coming to my shows. I'd love to have you there."
I agreed to the practise. What could go wrong? And it wasn't as if I was that busy.
"I'm so happy," Aimee gushed, clapping her hands. "Give me half an hour to get everything ready and then come round. Mum and Dad are out, so just let yourself in and come up to the attic to my practise room."
I let Aimee out and watched her super toned bottom wiggle its way down the garden path.
I was going to have to be careful. My dick was already stirring in my loins at the thought of watching this gorgeous girl flex and prance around. I wondered if she'd be wearing something skin tight, or if she practised in her slacks. Then I stopped myself. The girl was young enough to be my daughter. What would her parents say if they knew. I took a cold shower and headed next door.
I let myself in. I knew the house a bit from dinner parties and the like, but had never ventured upstairs. I climbed the stairs until I got to the attic. The setup was impressive. There was floor to ceiling mirrors all around, along with a barre for Aimee to hold on to. The floor was a proper sprung affair. It must have cost a small fortune. And there was a powerful audio system in the corner, hooked up to DynAudio speakers. No penny had been spared.
Then I caught sight of Aimee. She'd got changed into an off-white leotard. It was incredibly tight on her small frame, and it seemed the material was pretty thin. I could see little peanuts of nipples poking through on top of her smallish breasts. No way could she wear anything under there without leaving evidence. Not that she needed anything, her breasts being quite small were well supported by the elastic material.
I let my eyes wander. Down below there was just the slightest hint of a cameltoe. Her legs were completely bare, and so well toned and tanned. So much for the cold shower. I was sporting a slight semi.
