Plain Jane Craved Attention

Jane looked at herself in the full-length mirror beside her bed, smiled, and then frowned at her reflection. She pulled one of the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and down her arm and frowned again. It was one of those moments she bemoaned not having bigger breasts like her friends.

She wasn't completely flat she tried to convince herself, a nice B cup but little more than a handful. Being petite and only 5' 3" tall didn't help. She twisted and pulled the dress up at the back, and frowned again at having a tiny arse, albeit quite peachy and firm. She told herself that it would have to do, it was the best option she had for the party later that night but she still didn't think it would help.

"Hi Jane, Bob's just called over, can you pop in and get him some bread and milk from the shop please?" her dad called from the doorway, "you look nice, new dress?"

"Yeah, I bought it yesterday for Daisy's party tonight," Jane answered.

"Oh, and you're hoping Josh will be there, am I right?" he shot back with a smile on his face.

"Dad, you're so embarrassing!" Jane called out, and laughed back at him, "I'll go for him soon, not in this dress though."

She smiled as he playfully pulled a face at her. It had been just the two of them since her mum had died, almost ten years ago now. Jane had just had her ninth birthday when she passed. She gazed back into the mirror, looking back at how much she looked like her, apart from having dark hair like her dad and not a redhead like she had been.

She had the same small tiny figure, little pointy nose and narrow eyes, emerald green in colour set off by her slight tan and jet black hair. She brushed it away from her glasses and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. She removed the dress and giggled to herself. Maybe I should go in just my bra and knickers she thought, maybe I'd get some attention then.

"Hi Mister Johnson," she called out as she let herself into his house, "bread and milk as requested."

He appeared from a doorway, laughing at her, telling her that she didn't need to shout, he wasn't deaf, and he'd watched her coming down the street anyway. He playfully punched her arm telling her he had to keep telling her to call him Bob, and Jane playfully punched his arm back.

He was older than her dad, only about five years though, still in his early fifties, but he didn't look like it compared to her dad. He had very grey hair, balding, and walked with a slight limp. His pot belly pushed his t-shirt over the top of his jeans. He did however have a very chiselled jaw, his face betraying the rest of him by still looking good.

"Off out chastising those boys again tonight are we?" he laughed.

"I should be so lucky," Jane laughed.

"They'd be the lucky ones," he laughed again.

"I don't mind, it's that weird time of year again," she said.

"Oh yeah, it's almost your birthday, isn't it? Twenty-five this year aren't you?" Bob retorted.

"God No. Nineteen this year," Jane answered.

Bob laughed, but she looked a little solemn and said quietly about her mum's anniversary too. Bob put a hand on her shoulder and told her that he was sorry. She thanked him, then told him she had to go and get ready to go out. She made him a coffee before leaving and smiled back as he watched her go back home. Jane smiled to herself, Bob always made her smile, and he was always encouraging towards her.

The party went much as expected, her friends were okay but boys seemed to be making an effort to avoid her, much to Jane's annoyance. She'd asked Daisy about Josh, who gave her a knowing smile and said he'd be back later, he'd gone to the cinema first with his other nerdy friends.

Jane laughed inside, she'd always referred to her as being nerdy too, jokingly because of the glasses. Josh was though, quiet and unassuming, socially awkward too. Despite being a year older than Daisy at twenty, she'd told Jane that he was still a virgin. Josh had protested and said he'd slept with four girls but walked off in a huff when she asked him who they were. Jane saw him when he came back and followed him as he went straight to his room.

"What do you want?" he'd asked when he saw her standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Came to say hello, was the film good?" Jane answered.

He smiled and started rambling about spaceships and explosions, and something about the lead actress and her tight outfit, then stopped and blushed.

"Was her outfit as nice as my dress?" Jane asked.

He blushed again, then Jane asked if he wanted her to leave, but that she knew that he liked her and she'd rather hang out with him than go back to the party. He nodded yes, and she sat on the bed next to him. They talked randomly for a while, Jane asking him things that she knew he'd willingly talk about to make him comfortable. She stood up, went to push the door shut, then stood in front of him.

"Do you like my dress then?" she asked, twisting and twirling for him.

Josh simply nodded, and Jane smiled and sat next to him again.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she whispered.

Josh nodded again but didn't move. Jane slid a hand behind his neck and leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips, then prolonging the kiss until she felt him pushing back, then she slid her tongue into his mouth. He jumped slightly but their tongues entwined, Jane used her spare hand to take his and place in around her back. She moved her hand, sliding it around and over his chest.

"Do that to me," she pleaded softly.

He paused, but then slid his hand ever so gently over her chest, his palm grazing over her nipples in turn. He gasped at how hard they were already, and Jane put a hand over his and made him squeeze her breasts in turn. Her hand slid down further, down over his stomach, stopping and smiling just before she reached his crotch. She stood and faced him, legs slightly apart.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked.

Josh nodded eagerly, and Jane was pleased to see the big beaming smile on his face as she undid the top few buttons and opened her dress to reveal her lace bra covered perky breasts. She took his hands and placed one each on them, guiding him to squeeze once more and to tweak her nipples.

"Do you like that?" she whispered softly.

Josh nodded, having seemingly lost his voice. Jane giggled and raised a foot and placed it on the bed next to Josh. Her dress fell open, and his stare went straight to her bare thighs. Jane moaned softly, she was acting like a slut for him and she enjoyed seeing the immense pleasure on his face. She reached down and pulled her knickers to one side, exposing her wet labia to him.

"Touch me, please," she pleaded.

Josh was a little hesitant, so once more Jane took his hand and placed it between her legs. She saw his face light up at how wet she was, and although he was clumsy she moaned and groaned at his fumbling, his fingers now and again rubbing over her clit. She groaned louder as he slid two fingers into her, and she reached down and stroked his crotch. Hmm, his cock felt rock hard and a decent size, around the same size as the dildo she owned.

"Shit, shit," Josh suddenly cried out.

He stood and barged past her, knocking her over nearly, and Jane called out for him. She had to adjust her clothing before going to see where he had gone. She couldn't find him in any of the rooms before bumping into Daisy, who told her that she'd seen him going out for the front door and heading down the street. After about another ten minutes and getting no response to her texts to Josh, she headed home upset.

She woke the next morning and came downstairs to hear her dad talking to somebody, and walked into the kitchen to him. She stopped when she saw Bob sitting by the kitchen table. He turned and stared, his mouth dropping open slightly, Jane feeling a little underdressed in her bed shorts and vest top.

"Erm, hi Bob," she said.

Her dad walked to her kissed her on the forehead, and asked how she was after the party.

"Yeah, it was okay, just the usual," she sighed.

"Boy trouble?" Bob asked.

"No not really, there was someone there but when I thought he was into me, he took off pretty sharpish," Jane retorted.

Bob was still looking her up and down, casually glancing so her dad didn't notice.

"Silly boy then, he doesn't know what he's missing out on does he? His loss," Bob laughed.

He looked at Jane's dad and told him he'd let him know a time frame and that he was going to go and leave them to their breakfasts.

"What was that about Dad?" Jane asked when Bob had left.

"Oh, he's noticed the fence is rotting and is broken in places, so he's going to get it replaced. He's taking it out tomorrow ready for a new fence to be put in later on," he answered.

Jane awoke the following day to hear wood snapping and a shovel being used. She looked out of her bedroom window down to their adjoining gardens to see Bob taking the fence down. He was sweating a little and his t-shirt had wet patches all over. She stood in the window, staring down at him, getting a little too transfixed on where his t-shirt clung to him. She got brought back to Earth when he glanced up and saw her, smiled and waved. Jane waved back, now aware of her erect nipples desperately trying to escape from her vest top.

She stood there for longer than she intended, watching him work, then went downstairs. Her dad had left her a note asking her to do a load of washing while he was at work. She put the clothes in, and then went to watch TV but couldn't concentrate. She went back upstairs and peered through the window, moving when she thought Bob was looking up at her. She went down and went to the door to their garden, and opened it up.

"Hi Bob, do you want a drink making?" she shouted.

"Yeah, a glass of water would be lovely," he answered, wiping his brow.

She poured a glass and took it out to him. He stopped working while he drank it, then looked Jane up and down again, and smiled. Jane realised she was still wearing her night clothes.

"I saw a picture of your mum yesterday, you look a lot like her don't you?" Bob said.

Jane didn't answer, simply nodded yes.

"God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Bob told her.

"It's fine, I just miss her a lot. Dad's great, but I still miss her even now," she answered.

"I knew her from when you guys moved in," he said, "You said about her anniversary the other day," he asked again.

"Yes, nearly ten years now, it was a few days after my ninth birthday," Jane told him.

"She'd have been proud to see you've grown into a fine young woman," Bob said, "how did it happen, if you don't want to talk about it that's fine."

"She had cancer, I only remember bits due to my age, but I know she was very sick for a few months before she..." Jane said, before stopping herself.

"Nine years since my wife," Bob told her, "she had cancer too, very sudden, it broke me for a few years after."

"Oh, I didn't know that, I'm really sorry," Jane said.

"I almost gave up, wallowed for a few years, and let myself go, I didn't always look this bad," he sighed.

He wiped his hand over his eyes, wiping a tear away.

"You don't look that bad," Jane told him, "you look like you need a hug though."

She walked over and put her hands around his waist, his hands instinctively went around her upper body and rested on her shoulder blades. They clung to each other until Jane suddenly realised she could feel his cock nudging against her hip. She pulled away, now aware of still wearing her flimsy night clothes, and that her nipples were erect once more.

"I, erm, should be getting back inside," Jane stuttered.

"Thanks for the drink, and the hug," he smiled, passing her the glass back.

She went back inside, and straight upstairs to her bedroom. He'd got back to work, taking the fencing down again. She stared towards his trousers, to his crotch, trying to see whether his cock looked as big as it had felt.

Once the washing was done, she put it all in a basket to peg out. She'd checked the weather, although it was cloudy it was still reasonably warm, and the clothes should dry outside. She went to change, glanced through the kitchen window, and smiled to herself before going out.

She smiled at Bob but then tried to ignore him, turning her back while she picked clothes out of the basket and hung them on the line. The sounds stopped and she knew he was watching, but she still didn't look back. She knew when she picked clothes from the basket her shorts were tight over her arse, and by starting from the far end of the garden she was getting closer to where he had been working. When she got right by him, she took out the tiny thong she'd worn to the party.

She went red and blushed, but still forced herself not to look at him, then pegged out the lacy bra too. She felt her stomach churn with excitement. She picked up the basket and turned to face him at last, catching him looking.

"If you're making a mess or kicking up a dust storm can you let me know so I can get these back in please?" she asked him.

He nodded, then started digging again. Back inside. She raced up to her window just in time to see him with the thong in his hand, holding it out to examine the fabric. She watched on as he smiled to himself, and went back to digging. Jane stood back from the window a little, and taking her dildo held it against her body like when he hugged her. It was a little small, the dildo only being six inches long, but would suffice for now. Jane fingered herself slowly while she watched him work.

She lay back on the bed, panting, shorts hanging off one ankle, her chest beating fast. She felt a little grubby, Bob wasn't exactly a catch and was far older than her, but the feeling of his cock against her had excited her far more than she imagined it would, or should have. She shook her head, it wasn't him, he was just an overplay of being with Josh, how close and how wet she'd been when Josh had been touching her. She thought about groping Josh, and how the dildo was around the same size.

Bob was there again the next morning, Jane dressed a little more appropriately today in a long nightdress. He was telling her dad that the team coming to put the fence up was delayed, the wind picking up had damaged somewhere and they'd been called as an emergency to stop access to a warehouse where the fence had broken. He apologised and said they'd be out as soon as possible. He smiled at Jane before leaving, but it was nothing out of the ordinary.

The next few days were normal too, Jane had felt her heart beating a little fast when her dad asked her to go to the shop while he worked and to get a few things for Bob too. She was apprehensive when seeing him in his own house, but he took the items and he paid her as normal, then told her that she could go through the back, now the fence was down she could get to her house easier that way.

He'd been in the garden again when she went out the following day, and he explained she'd need to keep an eye on the weather as it was due to rain later, that's why he was trying to get the grass cut now. She went inside and put her laptop on, thinking of things to do while her dad was at the office. She was looking for clothes and started looking at lingerie, and inadvertently clicked on a link which directed her to an adult lingerie shop.

She gasped seeing the items on there, one of the first items being a peephole bra and crotchless g-string set. She imagined having to peg that washing out, and more importantly, Bob seeing it out there. She laughed to herself, she'd probably give him a heart attack. She wondered if the set would get her noticed more, then realised it was pointless. They'd be hidden away, only to be seen at the final stages when it was obvious what was going to happen with or without them.

She clicked another link and gasped again. The mouse had moved when she clicked, and a page full of dildos appeared before her eyes. Not only did they look real, they were huge compared to hers. She picked up the slim plastic dildo she had and found a tape measure. It was six inches long and 4 inches only around the shaft. One on-screen screamed out at her, and she clicked on it. It was nine inches long and eight inches wide, twice as wide as hers. She measured her wrist, which was only seven inches around.

She looked up as she heard a sound, and saw raindrops hitting the window. Damn, she quickly slid her trainers on and ran downstairs, grabbing the basket to get the clothes in before they got too wet. Although it was only a short time, it was raining heavily. She took the clothes down as quickly as she could manage, her hair sticking to her forehead, and she heard a noise and Bob appeared.

"It will be quicker with two of us," he said, unpegging clothes and helping her.

With the clothes all taken down and in the basket, Bob quickly grabbed it and ran for the kitchen. He set it down and turned to see Jane run in after him. She stopped in the doorway, to see his staring intently at her, at her chest. She glanced down, her heart was beating fast making her chest move, but he was more than likely staring at her hard erect nipples pushing through the flimsy fabric, flimsier still due to it being soaked through with rain. She stood before him like his personal wet t-shirt contestant. What also didn't help was that she hadn't put on a bra yet, so her dark areola were clearly visible too.

"Do you have an airer, something to finish drying these on?" Bob said to break the silence.

She fetched one from the cupboard and he started sorting clothes. She told him that she could manage, but he told her that it was no problem. Yes, no problem because you keep looking at my breasts Jane thought. Her mind however didn't stop her, didn't make her go and put something less revealing on, indeed bending over the basket and handing the damp clothes to him, knowing that he could see down her top each time. Her heart raced more in anticipation.

"Right, that's the last of them," Bob told her, heading for the door.

"It's still raining heavily, you could stay here for a little while until it stops," she told him.

"I'd better go, your dad might not be happy to see me here with him out of the house," he answered.

"He won't be back for a while yet," Jane blurted out, before biting her tongue.

He smiled, but opened the door and left anyway. Jane sighed and cursed herself. She'd practically offered herself to him, but even so he'd still gone home. She had to change her mindset, she couldn't keep thinking about him like that, he clearly wasn't interested.

A phone call later helped, Daisy had phoned and asked her to come around to hers the following evening, just for a catch-up, a watch TV and drink wine kind of a night. She'd asked, as casually as she could manage, if Josh would be there, and Daisy laughed and said she'd see what she could do to persuade him to stay in.

Jane was just about ready to go out the following evening when her dad called out to her, telling her to pop in see Bob, to take a bottle of milk round to him, saying he'd bought it earlier and forgot that he'd placed it in their fridge. Jane pulled a face but said okay, and took the bottle around. She walked out and through the garden,and in through the back door after knocking.

"Ah, thanks, I was running low, your dad said he'd get one to save me from making a special journey," he explained.

He took the milk and looked her up and down, a knowing smile on his face.

"Going anywhere nice?" he asked.

"To see my friend, Daisy, to watch a movie," Jane answered.

"You look very smart, very pretty, a little overdressed to just be watching a film," he said, pointing out her blouse and skirt combo, complete with nylon-clad legs.

"Ah, yes, Daisy, Josh's sister isn't it," he continued, winking at her.

She smiled and nodded yes. She asked if she looked okay, and he told her she looked more than okay.