Late one afternoon a few summers ago, and just before dusk, the door bell rang. I must tell you that I was a pretty miffed at the time.
My wife, Betty, was away visiting her sister in Boston -- we're both retired -- and I had the house all to myself. I was enjoying some really hot porn on my computer, which I usually have to sneak around to watch when Betty is home since she finds the stuff disgusting. So, the interruption was not welcome.
I went to the door -- the cat followed me, as usual. When I opened the door I was delighted to discover the cutest little redhead standing there and a delightful strawberry blond standing next to her. They looked to be high school or maybe college age. The really cute one had long red tresses which fell past her shoulders, but just how far down her back I could not tell. Her complexion was that of a typical redhead, ivory skin and the obligatory freckles on her turned up nose. Her youthful beauty and freshness was almost overwhelming, and as an added bonus, she was blessed with more than ample pert breasts.
The other girl was lovely too; taller than the redhead and with short hair. She had very long legs and a nice figure, but not as impressive in the boob department as the redhead. But no slouch either. Both wore very low cut sleeveless tops showing a lot of cleavage like you see so some much these days in both young and older women, alike.
The redhead stood before my door holding a stack of glossy brochures and she wore some sort of name badge. As soon as she saw me, she started her "pitch." The other girl just stood one or two steps back, looking completely disinterested; in fact, she looked quite bored.
"Hi, my name is Amber. I represent Allied Entertainment Publishing and I am working to earn enough money to go on a field trip with my class to France next semester. It's an opportunity of a lifetime. I just need a few minutes of your time to see which of these magazines you would most like to order." She paused and seemed to be trying to get some of the printed material out to show me before she continued her sales pitch.
"Oh. Well Amber, its really hot and humid out there, so why don't you and your associate come in and you can show me what you've got where we'll all be more comfortable; and, I won't have to keep the door open and let all the air-conditioned air out." I told her.
The fact that I hadn't said "I don't want any" and had not slammed the door in her face, not doubt, kept her hopes alive of a sale.
"OK ... sounds like a good idea. Oh, and she's not my associate ... she's my big sister. Mom said I shouldn't go by myself to houses of people we don't know."
The cat was winding his way between my legs and he almost tripped me as I stepped back to allow the girls through the door.
"Damn cat!" I yelled.
"Oh ... what a sweet kitty." Amber said as she knelt down next to me to pet him.
"His name is Patch." I said. As Amber stooped in front of me to pet the cat, her low cut top afforded a wonderful view of her lovely breasts. It was clear she wore no bra and I even had a fleeting glimpse of a nipple when she bent to retrieve her materials as she stood up. Her sister just stood outside the door.
As Amber stood, I pointed toward the living room. "Why don't you spread your brochures out on the coffee table? Oh and do please come in ... I don't think I got your name, my dear." I directed the latter to the 'big sister' who still hadn't made a move to come in.
"Jenny." The girl standing outside said. "Hey, I'm cool; I can just wait here." She added.
"No, no ... I insist. It's much too hot and muggy out there. Besides, I'm sure your mother would prefer that you keep an eye on your sister ... you know, in case I'm a serial killer or something." I said, and chuckled.
"Come on sis, its OK." Amber said to her sister; she was bent over petting the cat again and giving me another glorious view of her beautiful breasts. So Jenny came inside and I closed the door.
As we all walked into the living room, I asked; "Can I get either of you something? Water? A soda?"
"Hey, a beer would be nice." Jenny said and laughed.
"Sis!" Amber exclaimed, perhaps thinking her sales opportunity was about to evaporate with such rudeness on the part of her older sister.
"I'm sorry my dear, I'm afraid I'm not much of a beer drinker. But I do have a very nice Chardonnay if you'd like." I suspected she hadn't been serious about the beer. She was probably just trying to shock me, or irritate her sister; so she was somewhat taken aback by my genuine offer of wine.
"Oh ... ah, yeah ... sure, why not." She said as Amber was spreading her glossy sales material out on the table.
"How about you Amber, would you care for a glass, too?"
Amber looked up and glared at her sister, but then accepted my offer. "Yes, please."
I went to the kitchen and took a bottle from the fridge and uncorked it. I grabbed three glasses and carried them, along with the bottle, into the living room and placed everything on the coffee table next to the brochures. I'm ashamed to say, a naughty plan was hatching in my randy old brain that I simply could not resist. Well ... maybe not that ashamed.
I sat down on the sofa next to Amber, being careful not to sit too close. My eyes were drawn to the short mini-skirts both girls were wearing; their shapely legs and plump thighs caused a delightful stirring inside my sweatpants.
"Jenny, please come sit down." I said and indicated sofa. "There's plenty of room."
As Jenny sat on the other side of her sister, she pulled her short skirt down to maintain her modesty.
"You know Amber, it's kind of unusual these days to see young ladies in skirts -- most girls I see these days seem more apt to wear jeans. I must say, it is refreshing to see such pretty girls, as yourself and your sister, in skirts." I told her; as I spoke, I poured the three glasses of wine.
"Oh why thank you ... I thought I'd look more professional in a skirt." She said. I took one of the glasses of wine and handed it to Amber, then gave the other to her sister.
"Yeah, well, Sis made me wear it. I'd much rather wear jeans." Jenny added.
I lifted my glass in a toast. "Well, you both look lovely ... cheers." I said and I clinked my glass lightly against both of the girl's glasses.
Amber put her glass to her lips and tilted it back drinking the entire glass of wine like soda pop. "Hmmm ... it's a little sour, but pretty good ... really."
Her sister hesitated and watched Amber down her glass of wine and then Jenny followed suit, chugging her own glass of wine, as well. From the look on Jenny's face, I got the impression that there might be a lot of competition between the sisters and Jenny was not about to be out done by her little sister.
"We call it 'dry' but you're right, it is pretty good. Would you like another?" I asked the girls.
"Please." Amber said.
"Jenny?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure." She replied, so I poured both girls another glass which finished the bottle.
