I blame the pokies for what happened. Entirely their fault.
The previous evening I'd decided to eat out at one of the local bars. They had a good cook and I just couldn't be bother cooking for myself. I went out and, while my meal was being prepared, I wandered into the games room to play a few games on the pokies. I wasn't going to spend much - just have a bit of fun.
In what seemed like a very short time I was down fifty and then the machine spun up a hundred. I stuck the original fifty back in my wallet and put the fifty in a new machine. This machine spat out a hundred on the first spin, so I pocketed that and moved on. It was most definitely my night because machines kept giving me a bunch of small prizes as I moved around. By the time I was paged for my meal I was ahead by about nine hundred. I had my meal and went home, having no desire to lose all that nice money.
The next day was a Saturday and a very pleasant day. I got out into the front yard a little before lunch time, wanting to cut the grass before lunch as the day was starting to heat up and there was no way I was going to be out there once the temperature moved from nicely-hot to way-too-hot.
I'd just finished the mowing and edging and was starting to pack it in when along came Deanne. A very nice young woman was Deanne. She lived somewhere further up the street, not exactly sure where. I didn't know her marital status or if she had a boyfriend; I just knew that I found her very attractive. She stopped to comment on my garden, which was understandable as the flower beds were currently in full bloom and looking good.
Previous times when Deanne had stopped to chat for a few moments I'd always tried to flirt a little, slightly irritated to observe my best efforts sail past her, completely unnoticed. Not that this was going to stop me trying again. Deanne was currently dressed for the coming heat, wearing shorts (very short) and a cropped top (even if it wasn't cropped enough).
"Garden's looking good, Dave," she observed. "Nice to see it in full bloom."
"Thank you," I said. "I have to return the compliment."
She looked a trifle confused and I smiled.
"You're looking good and it's nice to see you in full bloom."
She gave me an 'oh you' look and ignored my comment. Seeing she was about to move on I added another comment. (As long as you're talking they won't move away. Unless you're being excessively rude.)
"I like the outfit you're almost wearing."
She bridled slightly at that.
"What do you mean, almost wearing? There's nothing wrong with this outfit."
"I didn't say there was," I pointed out. "I distinctly remember saying I liked it. Mind you, I'd pay good money to see you without it."
"Well, really," she said, sounding as though she was in a bit of a huff.
"Yes, really," I assured her. "Ah, fifty, if you were wondering."
She blinked. She might not have been wondering but she was now. After all, fifty is fifty, when all is said and done.
"I wasn't wondering," she said coldly. Maybe not, but she was also still standing there instead of leaving indignantly.
"Just saying," I said. "You really are remarkably pretty. It would be money well spent in my opinion."
She was looking around, deliberately not looking at me.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking," I said. "Stupid of me not to realise. You suspect that I might try to touch you once you're naked. I wouldn't do that. It would be an insult and you're much too nice to be insulted that way. No, the fifty is purely to look at you, cash in advance."
She hesitated, still not looking at me, and then said, "Seventy five."
"Don't be greedy," I said softly. "Fifty is still fifty you know. It's really free money where you're concerned."
She was chewing on her lip, trying to make up her mind, so I simply gestured in a sort of half bow that she should precede me into the house. I think she just started walking automatically, the way you do when someone indicates after you. After a couple of steps she hesitated for a moment and then kept going. Yes! One naked lady coming up.
I ushered her into the front room. I had minimal furniture there, but I did have a large plush rug in the middle of the floor. I took her purse from her, letting her see me drop a fifty into it as I put it to one side. Then I gave her an inquiring look.
She was blushing fiercely but she was game. She started with her shorts, undoing them and slipping them down, stepping out of them and putting them with her purse. After that her top came off, leaving her in what could only be described as her scanties, and very fetching scanties they were.
She flicked a glance at me and I let her see the admiration I was feeling. She took a big breath (which did interesting things to her chest) and then pushed her panties down. Smooth shaven, and truly wonderful curves on that girl. I was almost holding my breath as she reached behind to undo her bra.
Then she was standing there, naked, with only a slight flush to her face, her chest heaving slightly as she breathed deeply. Her breasts were shapely and firm, standing out with no hint of sag. Maybe in a few years, but right now. . .
I twirled a finger and she did a slow turn, letting me admire all of her. A very nice bottom that totally went with the rest of her figure. When she was finally facing me again I nodded my approval.
"Absolutely superb," I murmured, reaching out and brushing my fingers lightly across her breasts.
"You said you wouldn't touch," she reminded me quickly.
"Did I? I guess I did. Tell you what. As a way of apology I'll give you another fifty, because I'm finding it dreadfully hard to not touch."
I pulled the other fifty out of my pocket, holding it up so she could see it was real. I then reached over and tucked it under her purse, watching her the entire time. She didn't say no so I felt it safe to assume that touching was now permitted.
