Carol pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. "Ok I'm not gonna be very long in here, are you coming or waiting in the car?" she asked her daughter sitting in the passenger seat next to her.
"I'll come" Sophie answered, as she unclicked her safety belt then turned to open the car door.
"Ok, but no messing about and no cursing" Carol said, also unclicking her safety belt and exiting the car.
The two walked up the drive towards a large expensive looking house. Carol pressed the car security button on her keyring as they approached the front door, then tapped the door bell a couple of times.
"Remember this is my work colleague Sophie, so don't go showing up or embarrassing me in there, ok?" Carol said sternly.
"Yeah mom, I already know, I got it the first time, ok?" Sophie replied petulantly.
Sophie may well have been eighteen, but that didn't make the slightest difference to how Carol talked to her. Their dynamic had always been the same regardless of her age and would likely remain that way for years to come.
"Yes, and I know you well enough by now Sophie..." Carol stopped halfway through what she was about to say, as a figure at the other side of the door approached and unlocked the door to greet them.
It was a Man that appeared to be in his early fifties, about five foot eight inches tall, give or take an inch, short cut hazel hair with notes of grey, blue eyes, clean shaven and dressed in trousers with matching socks and a clean pressed shirt.
"Carol" he said, opening the door fully and greeting her with a smile. "Good morning and come on in."
"Thank you" Carol replied as she stepped inside the house and waited by the door.
Sophie followed her mom inside, flashing a smile at the man as she walked by.
"Good morning to you too" he said, getting a good look at Sophie as she breezed past him, then turned to close the door behind them and lock it.
He estimated Sophie to be about eighteen or nineteen years' old, an inch or two shorter than himself but she was wearing heels with a considerable platform to them, light blonde hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, slim petite figure with a moderate sized perky chest. She was wearing powder pink gym leggings with platform heels and a figure hugging, white short sleeved tee-shirt.
"This is my daughter, Sophie." Carol said, "I'm dropping her off at a friend's house but I'm running late so we had to come here first, I hope you don't mind?"
"No not at all Carol, think nothing of it" he said before turning his attention to Sophie "It's nice to meet you Sophie, I'm Frank."
"Nice to meet you too" Sophie smiled.
Frank smiled back at her briefly then headed towards the kitchen "I knew you'd be pushed for time this morning Carol, so I've got those files out for you. Come on through when you're ready and take a look."
"Excellent, I appreciate that" Carol said as she followed him through.
Sophie walked behind her mom as they made their way through the long hallway and into the brightly lit kitchen.
Frank was stood at the kitchen counter as they walked in, "Files are over there next to my laptop, Carol. Help yourself to whatever you need and can I fix you a drink or anything?"
Carol scanned around the kitchen until she spotted the laptop, then started to make her way over to it "I see them, and nothing for me thank you Frank" she said.
"Anything I can get for you Sophie?" Frank asked.
"Latte?" Sophie asked him.
"Sure, I have Latte if you'd like one?" Frank replied.
"That would be great, thank you" Sophie smiled.
Frank went to the other side of the counter and grabbed a latte capsule to slot into the coffee machine. It was like a small cup or capsule that you put into the machine, then it did the rest for you.
Carol looked back at Sophie, scowling as she mouthed something inaudible to her. She knew full well Sophie had only done it to frustrate her.
Sophie quickly smiled at her mom to fully rub it in before Carol shook her head and went back to looking through the files.
"Done" Frank said as he secured the capsule in the coffee machine and pressed the power button. "Should only take a couple of minutes, Sophie."
"Thank you" Sophie said, as she stood next to the kitchen door.
"You're welcome to come in if you like Sophie, there's stools at the counter or chairs at the table, whichever you prefer" Frank said.
"Thanks" Sophie said again, as she briefly contemplated the counter or the table. Then headed towards the table, as it looked the most comfortable and took a seat close to Frank.
It was a large kitchen, Franks laptop and files were located to the far end of it, directly opposite the door they came in, where there was a second door that led to a smaller hall and staircase. The counter with stools was directly in the middle and the table Sophie was sitting at, was to the right side of the first door, placed just in-front of a set of marble countertops. Where the coffee machine was and where Frank was standing.
"You just come from the gym, Sophie?" Frank asked due to her attire.
Sophie looked up at him from the table "Yeah, I went to the early session this morning, it was a lot busier than the one I usually go to in the afternoon."
"Sure, I go myself and the morning is always the busiest time, everyone getting a rushed workout in before they head to work for the day." Frank said as he admired her physique, then stopped when he reached her platform heels, "However I'm hoping you didn't wear those during your workout Sophie."
Sophie looked down at her platforms, then turned her heel to the side and laughed, "Nooo, I'd fall flat on my face if I tried working out in these. I have some normal sneakers that I use just for the gym, and these are my regular heels."
"Those are your regular heel's" Frank said with surprise "Well, then I can't even begin to imagine what your irregular heel's look like."
Sophie nodded "Yeah these are my three-inch platform's, I have so many more in different styles and colors. My tallest one's are seven-inch platforms, but I've seen some that are taller and I kind of want a pair."
Frank was shocked, as he had no clue that such thing's even existed. "Seven-inch heels on platforms like those, heck what would you even do with them Sophie? Surely, they're not practical enough to wear very often, or for very long."
Sophie agreed, "You're right, I don't wear them much, just sometimes in my room or around the house. I love them though and think they're cute and glamorous, even if they're really hard to walk around in."
"I think I know what you mean Sophie" Frank said as the coffee machine started to hiss and pour latte into the cup. "Its like art, you can't do much with it but it sure is a pleasure to look at." He turned to focus on the cup once he'd finished talking, then waited for it to fill, before picking it up and placing it on the table in front of her.
"There you go, one latte. I would give it a few minutes to cool though as that machine serves it piping hot. Theres plenty of extra milk and sugar too if you want some" Frank said.
"Thanks" Sophie said, as she sat back in the chair watching Frank bring her the latte. "Looks just like the one I get from the mall."
"Now that's not surprising, but very reassuring to hear." Frank said, as he stood at the side of her looking down. This angle gave a whole new perspective of Sophies t-shirt, cause from the front he couldn't see much, except the general overall shape of her breasts. However, from up here he could see the whole pronounced fullness of her tit's, as well as her soft protruding nipples through the thin fabric.
He continued to enjoy the view, while doing his best to not make it so obvious as to what he was looking at. "I'm a big coffee drinker, Sophie, so I wanted to get a good machine. It's a year old now but was top of the line when I bought it, so the quality shouldn't be all that different to the fresh coffee you get at the popular stores."
Sophie smiled as she looked up at him "Yeah, it looks exactly the same, like I wouldn't be able to tell the difference at all."
Frank laughed "It's good to hear, now let's just hope it taste's as good as its look's." Before remembering to add, "Give it another minute or so though, trust me when I say this thing make's very hot coffee, I don't want you burning your mouth on it Sophie."
"I'll give it a few more minutes and blow on it a bit before I try it." Sophie said.
"That's good thinking" Frank said, as he looked down Sophies top one last time, then stepped away to lean back against the marble countertop. "Is there anything you'd like with that, a snack or cookies or something?" He asked.
"Have you got any sausage?" Sophie asked. "I usually order latte with a grilled sausage sandwich, you can have it with just sausage or with melted cheese too, it's really nice."
Frank tried to recollect whether he bought any sausage the last time he was at the store, but genuinely couldn't remember. "That's a good question Sophie, but I don't think I do" as he walked over to the fridge and looked inside, just to be certain. "No, there's no sausage, I didn't pick any up the last time I was shopping, I'm sorry."
"That's ok, I only asked cause it feel's strange to have my latte and no sausage sandwich to go with it. It's not like you knew I was coming and would ask for sausage or anything" Sophie smiled.
"I know what you mean, I have my food and drink combinations like that too. One always goes with the other and it does indeed feel strange otherwise, that's why I wish I had some for you Sophie." Frank said.
Sophie blew on her latte, then asked "You wished you had some for me?"
"I do" Frank said, "to go with your latte, it is a shame that I don't."
Sophie tried her best not to giggle as she asked, "Some what?"
"Some sausage" Frank said with a manner of confusion.
