This is pretty short for me and leads on to a longer sequel.
An unexpected visitor
When your doorbell rings after 1 am, on a Friday night, it is never a good thing. Especially when you're single and in your mid-forties. I've no fun-loving friends that just turn up unannounced.
It's fortunate that I'm still up. Pausing the movie and putting down the wine glass. I head to the door, trying to work out who it is. Never would I have guessed it was my neighbour's daughter, Kate. She was nineteen and dressed to the nines, and very drunk.
"I lost my keys." She slurs, pushing past me. "And mum and dad are away tonight."
She's squinting in the harsh hall light. As she tries to hang up the long leather coat she'd been carrying, she misses. But it gives me a moment to take in what she's wearing. A black sequin halter top, exposing her entire back, and a very short skirt. She bends to pick it up, but wobbles on her high heels and gives up. Turning instead, she weaves into the lounge.
A rather pissed off middle-aged man is standing just outside the door. It takes a moment to realise he's not some random bloke she's picked up, but an unpaid taxi driver. As I pay him, he mutters.
"I'm glad that's not my daughter, getting into a state like that."
"She's not my daughter..." he looks up and I can see he's trying to figure out if I'm some sugar daddy. "She's my neighbour's kid." I explained.
Returning to the lounge to see Kate standing in front of the TV. Drinking my rather expensive wine and flicking through the TV channels looking for something else.
"Where did you lose your keys?"
"At a club. I got kicked out for no proper reason. My keys, phone, and money must still be there." She seems to have found a music channel she likes.
"This wine is good." She downs half a glass in a single gulp and holds the glass out as she turns the volume up.
Rather than try to talk over the noise, I refill her glass with the last of the wine. She looks a little disappointed but sips from it. Setting the glass down, she sways to the music.
Pouring myself a malt whisky, I notice what I should have noticed earlier. With her backless top, she's braless and the loose sequined material does little to hide the movement of her breasts. As she shimmies and turns, I catch a hint of side-boob.
Taking my seat again, I'll admit to finding this a little weird. I'd known the girl since her parents moved next door about ten years ago. Back then, my now ex-wife insisted on throwing summer BBQ and bonfire parties, inviting most of the neighbours. So we got to know them well.
However, when we separated, around the point Kate hit her teens, the parties stopped and I'd become a recluse as far as the neighbourhood is concerned. Not that I shunned the neighbours. I'd still greet them if I bumped into them on the street.
However, I pretended not to notice when one neighbour's wife or another would drop hints about a single friend they knew. It seems to a married woman, that an unmarried man in his forties, is an aberration they have to fix.
I suppose I was aware of Kate growing up, but I'd never thought of her as anything other than just the neighbour's kid. Seeing her like this, short skirt, high heels and a top that barely qualified as clothing. It was impossible to ignore that she wasn't a child anymore. Her legs are slim and seemingly endless in that short skirt. In the low lighting, it's hard to judge her bust, but I'd hazard a guess of a 'C' cup.
As she writhes about sinuously graceful despite her drunkenness. She was also extremely sexy, and for me, that's a problem. I've been single and without female companionship for over six years.
I'm enjoying the spectacle a lot more than I should. After my divorce, some of my friends tried to drag me to a strip club to get over my ex-wife. I'd refused, but seeing Kate's gyrations made me wonder if I'd missed out.
When the music changes, she opens her eyes and catches me staring at her.
"I love this song!" She shouts and the pace of her dance becomes more frenetic.
Her arms above her head, rotating in one direction, while her hips rotate the other. Her abdomen is exposed, and I struggle to tear my eyes off her swaying breasts. Luckily, her eyes are closed again.
Alternating from one foot to the other, she gradually rotates on the spot. When her back was to me, she suddenly bends at the knees and shakes her bum. I think she's trying to twerk, but her bottom is just too small and pert. It does, however, emphasise how short her skirt is.
Resuming her dancing, her turn continues and from the side, her halter top is hanging looser. Revealing the side of her breast, almost to her nipple. It's only for a moment, but that's the first naked breast I've seen in far too long.
Now I'm glad about the low lighting and my dark trousers. The natural biological processes were working, despite my discomfort, and I'm developing an erection.
Once Kate is facing me again, she stretches up high. Then drops to her haunches and bounces back up. It's only for a fraction of a second, but I'd swear I saw something between her legs and under her skirt. It was almost like a flash of light, like those of her sequined top.
She repeated the drop, but this time she came down heavier and lost her balance, landing unceremoniously on the floor. With her knees open and leaning on one elbow, I can see the front of her underwear is sequined, just like her top. A nice touch to coordinate the pair, I thought as she started laughing.
"Oops." she giggles, closing her legs a little late.
My manners kick in, and I jump up to help her.
"You ok?" I ask and she nods. Taking my proffered hand and pulling herself up.
"Looks like I've done enough dancing after all." She says, grasping her wine again. "Actually, I don't suppose I could get a foot massage?" Without waiting, she plops herself down on the settee. Her head was on one armrest and her body was running the length of the settee.
