Sandra Taylor was stood outside her parents' house in the pouring rain, wondering what to do.
When she had left school that day there were a few puffy white clouds lazily floating around the sky. However, as she had neared the end of her long walk home, the heavens had opened up and released a torrent of rain. But the rain wasn't her only problem; Sandra had forgotten her door key and, to make matters worse, her parents wouldn't be home for at least another couple of hours.
The mud from the front lawn had begun to creep into her shoes and socks when she saw the curtains twitching in the house next door. That'll be Dirty Dick, she thought, as the rain seeped through her coat, dampening her white school blouse.
Dick Burgess had moved in next door to Sandra a few months ago. He lived alone and had, so far, proven himself to be a bit of a sex pest. Although subtle in his endeavours to entice young females into his home, it was nevertheless apparent to Sandra that he had a serious kink for schoolgirls.
She noticed him everyday as she walked past his house in her school uniform, watching her from behind cracked shades and the corners of net curtains. During the summer, whilst sunbathing in the back garden, Sandra had noticed the old man on several occasions ogling her bikini-clad body through a pair of binoculars from an upstairs bedroom window. He spent most summer afternoons sitting out on his front lawn, pretending to read a newspaper and peering sneakily over the top of the pages, secretly leering at unsuspecting girls as they ventured past. She'd even seen him offering out cigarettes on a couple of occasions.
Sandra felt an odd shiver of excitement run through her body when she saw his curtains twitching and, although she couldn't see him, she knew he was watching her with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Perhaps even playing with his wrinkly old cock while envisioning her hot, young body.
Her suspicions were confirmed when the door suddenly swung open, revealing a baldhead and a chubby face full of stubble. Bald except for a couple of grey wisps above his ears, with a fat, round face, he wore bottle-top lens glasses, tatty old carpet slippers and a black bathrobe speckled with white stains. He had wiry grey hairs protruding from his ears and nostrils and his face was blotted with liver spots. He really was an ugly old goat, dishevelled and creepy.
Sandra stifled a giggle.
She had a sudden image flash through her mind of Dick stripping off her wet school uniform and groping her tits. The dirty thought, although unexpected and a little shocking, was exhilarating nonetheless, and gave her a tingle of excitement between the legs. It was strange but just recently the old pervert ogling her had been a real turn on. It gave her an almighty thrill to know he was watching her, lusting after her body. The previous week she had even gone as far as to flaunt her nakedness for the old man's enjoyment.
It had been a warm day and she'd noticed the old goat pottering around in his garden shed. Sandra had stripped off her clothes and stood by her bedroom window, curtains open, completely naked, doing her workout DVD. Her tits had bounced and jiggled and swayed as she'd jumped up and down, doing her exercises. The old man had sat in garden shed with binoculars glued to his face for the entire hour.
Feeling her pussy dampen, she wondered how many times he'd wanked himself off to the sight of her nude body that day.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said, his voice thin and wavering. "What the bloody hell you doing standing out there in the rain?"
She suddenly felt very shy and nervous. "I-I-I'm locked out," she stuttered.
"Well, get yourself in here, then, love. It's raining cats and dogs out here. You'll catch your bloody death if you not careful."
Although initially reluctant, after mulling it over, she came to the conclusion that even if he wanted to, Dick was far too old to get it up, let alone do anything obscene with it.
"Oh, look at you. You're bloody drenched through to the bone, you are. Come on, give us your jacket, I'll hang it up to dry," he said as soon as Sandra stepped foot in the door. "Oh, bloody hell! Look at your shoes; they're covered in mud. I can't have you tracking all that through the house. Come on, Sandra, slip off those shoes and socks. There's a good girl."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know plenty about you, young lady. Now enough with the pleasantries and do as you're told."
Sandra didn't protest and kicked of her muddy shoes before rolling her white knee-length socks down her smooth legs. When she reached her toes she tugged her socks off gently, revealing an immaculate set of toes with red-painted nails.
"Oh yeah," he sighed, adjusting his glasses with thumb and forefinger while leering down at Sandra's bare legs and adorable little toes. "Cute as a button, they are." He shook his head to regain his composure. "Anyway, I'm afraid that blouse is gonna have to come off, too, love," he said, slamming the front closed.
"No, I don't think I'd feel..."
"Come on! Get it off." His words were low and gruff, brought from the depths of him.
Determined to not look embarrassed or scared, she unbuttoned her school blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. But she blushed a deep shade of purple when she peered down at her chest and realised that her bra was wet and had become transparent from the rainwater that had seeped through. Her nipples had also hardened to tiny pink points and were protruding through the thin material of her bra.
"Jesus Christ on a bike!" Dick gasped, licking his lips mischievously. He couldn't have had a better view of her breasts if she were actually naked. His breathing became ragged and his eyes rolled madly in a state of total delight.
Sandra squealed with embarrassment and tried to cover herself the best she could with her tiny hands. She was still blushing and trembling when she felt the palm of his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the hallway.
"Don't be embarrassed around me. I'm 68 years old, love," he said jovially. "I've seen more young girls' naked bodies than you've had hot dinners. Mostly on my computer, mind you, but I've still seen them nonetheless." He laughed and his stale breath brushed over Sandra's face.
She giggled nervously, her heart racing and face burning, but she couldn't help moving closer to the old man as his clammy hand rubbed the soft skin of her lower back. It was so incredibly erotic, prancing around this old man's house in just her underwear, knowing he was lusting after her body. Her fear and embarrassment began to dissipate, overwhelmed by the exotic sensations the dirty old man's grubby hand was eliciting from her body.
They entered the kitchen and Sandra felt his hand brush over the pert globes of her buttocks before giving them a gentle squeeze. "Sit that peachy little backside down at the table and I'll put the kettle on. There's a pack of ciggies there. Help yourself."
She gave up trying to cover her chest as she eagerly reached for the cigarettes. Lighting up and drawing on the cigarette, she inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs and felt her body relax and grow warm with sexual desire. She slouched back on her chair and perched her bare feet up on the edge of the kitchen table.
