Janice was the girl next door. I guess I shouldn't really say girl because she was pushing twenty and quite the young lady. I've known her since she was a kid and I have to say she's grown up nicely.
The day that the unfortunate incident occurred was a hot summer day on the weekend. I was home alone and I'd noticed Janice was sunbathing in her backyard. I have to admit she was really something in a bikini and I was practically drooling as I looked at her.
In case you're wondering, no, I wasn't hanging over the fence or climbing a ladder to get a peek. It just so happens I'd been upstairs and had looked out the window and seen her.
I couldn't stay there all day just drooling over her (actually, I could, now I think of it) so I just sighed, thought of what might have been and went on about my business.
I was in the kitchen having a cup of coffee later when there was a knock on the back door and Janice came waltzing in calling out hullo.
I just lifted my cup of coffee to acknowledge her and said "Janice" in a friendly voice while beating down the surge of lust I felt. Janice hadn't bothered to put on a robe just to drop in and see us, or me, actually, being the only one there, and that bikini fitted her like a second skin. Not that it was a very large second skin. It covered her here and there, if you know what I mean, but that was all it did.
She had come, she informed me, to cadge a couple of eggs off me. She was out and needed some for a cake she had to bake and she just couldn't be bothered going down the street for them.
That wasn't a problem as far as I was concerned and I just waved her towards the fridge, telling her to help herself. Then I sat back and enjoyed the view while Janice bent over and burrowed into the fridge.
She came up out of the fridge clutching three eggs, and the first thing she did when turning away from the fridge was drop one. Flushing and apologising, Janice dumped the other two eggs on the sink, grabbed the sponge and started cleaning up the mess.
The egg was crushed on one side and while leaking freely was easy to pick up and toss in the rubbish. Janice then started wiping the leakage off the floor.
Bending over like that emphasised the size and shape of her breasts very nicely. Her bikini covered her while she was standing or lying but when she bent over that way her breasts really seemed to be putting a strain on it.
Janice was quite startled when her top gave way and spilled her bounteous breasts into view. I should point out that this wasn't really due to poor workmanship where the bikini was concerned. I'm sure the bikini would have handled the load very efficiently if I hadn't reached over and pulled on the bow behind her neck.
Janice promptly stood up with a squeal, grabbing for the top to do it up. In retrospect, this was probably a poor choice of moves. Not only did it give me very nice view of her breasts bouncing happily, but it got her arms up out of the road so that I was able to reach out and undo the tie on the side of her bikini bottom.
All girls should really use either a double bow on their bikinis, or a little stitch to hold the bow in place. I suspect that in future, Janice will see the wisdom of this.
The side of Janice's bikini dropped away, showing a nicely shaven pussy. I do like those nice shapely curves of a well-trimmed pussy, don't you?
Janice now had a choice to make. Drop the top again, showing off her breasts, or continue to try to tie the top while her bikini bottom dangled and displayed her pussy for all to see. Or for me to see, anyway.
Janice opted to cover her pussy, releasing her top and grabbing for the ties to her bikini bottom.
"What do you think you're playing at, Andy," she snapped at as she twisted to get at her ties.
"It's an old game," I told her, "called strip Jack naked. I've just changed it to strip Janice naked."
