This is a very short story about a totally unexpected stroke of good fortune. I am 38 years old and married. We have two kids and on the odd occasion that we go out for the evening we ask a neighbour's 18-year-old daughter to baby-sit the kids. Her name is Jane and we have known her about 10 years.
Last Saturday morning, I was running an errand to our local shops when I saw Jane crossing the road. She went in the shop next door to the one I went in. When I came out she had gone round the corner and started the half or so mile walk home. Driving back home, I knew I was going to pass her at any moment. I saw Jane up ahead walking along the street with her back to me and I slowed up along side her.
"Do you want a lift?" I called out as I lowered the window and stopped next to her.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you want a lift?" I asked again and then she stopped in her tracks and I suddenly realised my error. It wasn't Jane but someone who looked exactly like her. In fact, if could have been her double except this girl was about 19 or 20 years old. "I'm sorry," I said, "I thought you were someone else."
She laughed, possibly startled, possibly embarrassed, but then smiled and I was instantly attracted to her. "It's OK," said the stranger.
"I'm really sorry," I said. She laughed again and then some more words came out of my mouth. "You can still have a lift if you like." It was speculative and just a spur of the moment suggestion.
She hesitated, smiled and then said, "Why not?" As she walked round my Audi A6 I checked her body out. She was a nice young shape. Not skinny like a lot of women but full figured in a very sexy way. She had white trousers on and a brightly patterned top which was buttoned up. Her tits were clearly quite large and she had a nice round bottom that wobbled beautifully in her trousers. It was one of those bottoms that looks great on a young woman but looks terrible later in life after a giving birth and middle age sets in.
She got in my car and I asked where she wanted to go. Then the stranger explained that she was heading towards the bus stop to go on to the next village. I said I would drive her there. She was very relaxed in my car and I wondered how this would look to anyone else. I am not in the habit of picking up young women either deliberately or accidentally.
"That air conditionings nice," said the stranger. I turned it up a notch and she sat back in the leather seats. I was trying to check her out without her noticing. Her smell was intoxicating and I was really at a loss what to say. When we arrived at her house I stopped and turned off the ignition. There was silence but she was not uncomfortable with silence.