The Lodger
Like a lot of couples during the big recession we needed to tighten our belt or earn some extra money. We mentioned this to some friends and they suggested taking in a lodger and would you believe it their eighteen year old daughter wanted to move out of the family home. We had know their daughter Rossi for years, she was a pleasant young lady who just wanted a bit of freedom from her parents. Ann and I were happy to take her as a lodger and her parents were happy that she would be lodging with people she knew. I'll just add that our friends lived about twenty minutes away.
It was winter when Rossi moved in and we quickly slipped into a routine. After dinner most evenings the three of us would snuggle up together on the sofa watching TV with the central heating blasting away.
It seemed to be a long, cold wet winter so it was a relief in April when the sun actually shone and warmed the world up, at least our bit of it. At last the central heating was off saving us a few quid. It was great to get out of the winter sweaters, tee shirts and shorts were now the order of the day. The three of us were still together on the sofa watching TV. Rossi was very much a part of the family, she'd snuggle up to Ann, sometimes with her head on Ann's lap. Ann would brush Rossi's hair with her hand. Rossi would also snuggle up to me as well. There was a lot of affection going around as we sat on that sofa I can tell you. Ann usually had her phone with her all the time and I think she gave that as much attention as the TV
As the weather turned warmer still so Ann decided that her favourite clothes for TV viewing would be her bikini brief knickers and a bra or bikini top After a couple of evening's TV viewing Rossi asked, "would you mind if I dressed in bra & knickers to watch TV?"
I didn't have any objections and Ann said, "of course not darling, whatever you feel comfortable in."
"I'll just go upstairs and change then."
A few minutes later the girl appeared in a white bra and like Ann bikini briefs. She looked a little shy at first, she obviously was not used to parading around in her underwear. Ann was in her usual spot at the left hand end of the sofa and I was at the right hand end, I tended to swap from the end or the middle. Rossi sat in the middle and lent up against Ann.
"Are you sure you don't mind me being dressed like this?" She asked as if seeking reassurance.
"Of course not, what's source for the goose is source for the gander" Ann replied indicting her body with her hands.
"I feel a bit funny."
"You'll soon get used to it believe me."
The girl snuggled her head into Ann's shoulder. "You two are the best."
"Can I ask you something Ann?" Rossi asked after about five minutes.
"Of course anything."
"I hope you won't get upset or think me disgusting."
"Rossi come on out with it."
"Will you kiss me?"
Ann just turned her head around to face the girl and pecked Rossi's lips half a dozen times. She leaned back and smiled, "does that answer your question?" Rossi leaned forward and got another few pecks. The kissing became a daily routine even I got the occasional peck.
As the days passed by I noticed that Rossi's panties were getting smaller, not quite micro but getting there. Her bras were getting smaller and if I wasn't mistaken see through.
I mentioned this to Ann one evening in bed.
"Leave the girl alone, she's discovering her body and what's comfortable to wear."
"But it's getting pretty sexy."
"So what, give the girl a break. Now that's enough about her, wasn't I looking pretty sexy for you?"
"You know you were."
Indeed Ann's underwear was getting briefer.
"So what you gonna do about it mister."
And of course one thing led to another.
I often wondered if Rossi could hear Ann and I making out, both of us are pretty verbal when reaching orgasm, plus of course the bed bouncing.
Ann and Rossi were becoming very close, which was great to see. Ann wasn't so much a mother figure, more of a big sister. Rossi was eighteen years old and had no siblings so Ann was something of a guiding light.
Ann besides being a manager in the time and motion department in the factory where she worked also organised make-up parties. When a group of women got together Ann would go and demonstrate a make-up technique on the person who had organised the party. She was very good. So when Rossi announced that she was going to a party the following Saturday Ann volunteered her services, not only to do the girl's make-up but to go shopping with her for a new dress. So on Saturday the pair disappeared for a girls shopping trip.
On their return I of course asked to see what they had bought but was told very firmly to wait and see when Rossi had been prepared for the party.
At six o'clock the girls disappeared and half an hour later reappeared and my God what a transformation, Rossi now looked about twenty, she also looked bloody gorgeous and the dress, short, a little low cut and if I wasn't mistaken an uplift bra was doing a marvellous job of giving the girl some tits.
I drove Rossi to the party and went in to find out when it would be over. Rossi insisted I had one drink and then informed me that she wanted a smoochy dance with me. What could I say. She danced like she was a second skin, moulding herself to my body and surprise, surprise I got a hard-on.
Needless to say back home I didn't mention that to Ann. The next Saturday Ann had booked a meal for the three of us at a pub/restaurant about sixty miles from home.
"Why so far away?" I asked.
"It's a surprise, you'll enjoy it believe me:"
It took us an hour and a half to get to the pub and I didn't understand why the girls were wearing jackets, it was plenty warm enough not to need them. We were shown to our table immediately when I discovered why the girls were wearing jackets. When they took them off they were wearing identical black see through body stockings with not a bra in sight, I was faced with my wife's amazing tits and the somewhat diminutive tits of Rossi, but for all their small size a very nice pair I've got to say.
