Lazy was the way I was feeling. Why was I feeling so lazy? I didn't know and I didn't care. It was a nice day. The sun was shining brightly, there were a few clouds drifting past, a gentle breeze to temper the heat, and a very nice garden where I could relax.
I grabbed a book and a comfortable chair and settled down outside to read. As I read I could hear gentle sounds around me. The hum of insects, the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind, and a small gurgle of water from the small water feature fountain. All was well in my world.
Into my idyll a voice came drifting.
"Peta," it was calling. "Where are you Peta?"
I'm not Peta. Peta is my daughter. She's a lovely young thing of eighteen and was currently not at home, having gone shopping. Seeing she was spending my money on a new summer wardrobe I didn't really expect her to return for several hours. I ignored the voice, hoping whoever was calling would realise Peta wasn't home and would go away again.
It wasn't to be. The back door banged open and Janis came barging out, banging the door closed behind her. That'll teach me to leave the front door unlocked. It lets all the riff-raff in.
Maybe that was a little unfair to Janis. She was the same age as Peta and they'd been friends for an age which explains why Janis felt free to barge through my house yelling. Janis was quite a pretty young woman. Nice face, blonde hair, good figure, friendly attitude, really nice bust.
She was also, in my opinion, a tart, not necessarily just yet, but give her a year or so and her tartness would be well established. If she was still a virgin you could paint me surprised, but if so I'm sure that condition wouldn't last long.
"Where's Peta?" she demanded, coming and standing next to me. Personal space meant nothing to Janis. She was almost looming over me, pushing my book to one side to ensure that she had my attention. (That was probably my fault. I do tend to get engrossed in a good book and Peta had learned that if she wanted a sensible answer out of me she had to distract me from the book first. She also learned that she couldn't use my distraction to ask for something she'd know I'd refuse, trusting on my inattention to get a grunt that she could construe any way she wanted.)
I sighed and switched my attention to Peta. Being a sensible man and used to teenagers wanting to shock me I refused to be startled by her outfit. Short shorts that were ragged around the edges and revealed more than they concealed. Does the term camel-toe mean anything to you? An abbreviated top with a lacy bra that provided uplift and outthrust to her breasts, not that they really needed it. I know it was lacy as I could see most of it from where I was sitting.
"Peta had gone shopping," I told her. "I was of the understanding that you knew she was going shopping."
"Well, yes, but she was supposed to wait for me to go with her," protested Janis. "We agreed to meet here and go in her car."
"I know," I told her. "Ah, what time do you make it?"
She whipped her phone out from somewhere, glanced at it, and the phone vanished again. Damned if I could see where she hid it in that excuse for an outfit.
"It's nearly two," she told me.
"And you were due to be here when?" I prompted.
"OK, so I'm a little late," she huffed. "It wouldn't hurt her to wait."
I raised an eyebrow and smirked and she huffed again.
"What?" she said, sounding a little defensive.
"Some people might think three hours is more than just a little late," I hinted and got a cold look in return.
"It wasn't my fault. She still could have waited."
"What did she say when you rang to explain your delay?" I asked, knowing full well she hadn't rung.
Janis ignored the question, giving another little huff instead.
"What am I supposed to do now?" she demanded.
I sat up a little straighter. Do you remember what I said about personal space? She was standing right next to me and please remember that I was sitting. That meant that her tummy was a few little inches in front of my face, a tummy that was exposed by short shorts and cut-off top. I meekly surrendered to temptation.
"You can entertain me for a bit," I told her, while at the same time I flicked the button at the top of her shorts and pushed them and her panties down.
