Steve had thought that he'd have a quiet Saturday afternoon to himself. The house was empty. His wife had gone shopping with friends, the boys were out with their mates and Kirsty had to go to the library to complete the paper she had to write. She'd hoped not to go, but found she was missing some information at the last minute and so had to make a quick dash.
Peace and quiet filled the house with a rare silence, a seldom experienced situation with three kids living there. Steve agonized about what he should do with this valuable free time, with the house to himself. Just as an idea came into his mind the doorbell rang. His heart sank. So near and yet so far. Steve thought about not answering it, letting whoever it was think the place was empty, but with the car in the driveway it was obvious he was in, so he reluctantly headed for the door.
His initial anger at being interrupted was replaced by excitement as he opened the front door and saw Kirsty's friend Susan smiling at him from the front step. A feeling of guilt quickly built inside him as he remembered that he was meant to tell her that Kirsty was out of the house and couldn't meet with her. He felt guilty, but at the same time was relieved that with a quick apology he would once again have the house to himself.
He looked at Susan and took a few moments to take in the wonderful sight before him. She had lovely long blond hair, a slim body and pert breasts that he had to physically prevent himself from staring at. He still loved his wife, but at 43 her body just couldn't compete with this hot 18 year old. Oh, he thought, to be young again.
The sunlight behind her lit up her blond hair which was being blown around gently in the light breeze, held out of her eyes by her sunglasses perched high on her head. She watched as his eyes started to look down, taking in her lightly clad body. She could see him looking at her white halter bikini, clearly visible through the thin white material of her blouse, then she watched in amusement as his eyes went lower still, looking at her small denim miniskirt and white high-heeled shoes.
Susan stifled a giggle as he came back to his senses and hurriedly looked back up at her face.
"Kirsty and I are having ice-cream with chocolate sauce this afternoon." She said, holding up a shopping bag as evidence. "Then we're just going to chill out. Is she around?"
"I have a confession to make" Steve began, but before he could get any further into his apology Susan walked through the door and into the hallway.
"I need to get this into the freezer." She said over her shoulder as she walked towards the kitchen.
Steve shut the door and hurried after her. She knew his eyes would be on stalks, burning holes into her butt as he stared at her ass. Susan would often flirt a bit with Steve, just harmless fun, so she made sure she wiggled her ass a little as she walked.
Opening the fridge door and bending over she placed the bag inside, then turned around to face Steve. She leaned back deliberately against the fridge door, keeping her arms behind her, giving him a clear view of her chest.
"Where's Kirsty?" she asked.
Steve proceeded to tell her of his forgetfulness, and that unfortunately she had wasted her journey there. Steve was still really looking forward to having the house to himself, but this was a very pleasant interruption and he had no desire to send her on her way just yet. On the contrary, he now had a better idea about what, or at least who, he'd like to do.
"Well, I don't have a car." Susan continued. "Kirsty was going to drive if we went anywhere, so either you'll have to take me, or I'll have to stay here until she gets back."
She watched him smile as she said "take me". She loved to flirt with him, it was so much fun, and he would always rise to the bait. What 45 year old man wouldn't enjoy flirting with an 18 year old girl in the prime of her sexuality.
Steve told her that the least he could do was get her a drink, walking towards the fridge as he spoke. She moved out of his way and perched on the edge of the kitchen table, watching him intently as he got her a beer, opened it and handed it to her.
"It's a pity" she went on. "That ice-cream would have been great. I don't suppose you fancy some, do you?"
His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face before he was able to catch himself and gather his composure. She knew the answer though, and didn't wait for a reply.
"Cool." She said. "I'll get the bowls"
"No need to do that," he jumped in, stepping closer to her.
She put her arms behind her and leaned back, shaking her hair down her back and out of the way, her feet crossed at the ankles. She could see his eyes roaming over her face, her neck, her chest. As she felt her nipples start to stiffen she hoped he wouldn't notice, but his focused attention on her breasts told her that he knew she was getting turned on. Her heart began to beat a bit faster
She had flirted with him before, and he'd often smacked her bum as a joke, but this time it seemed a little bit different, a little bit dangerous. Normally there were more people around, other reasons why it couldn't go any further, but now there were no other reasons. In the same situation with her boyfriend they would have been making love as soon as she had walked through the door, grateful of time alone in the house. The thought of the wafer thin line between flirting and something more serious only aroused her more.