"Celine, I want you to drop this package off to Bruce this morning. He's expecting it. I'd go myself but I have to run."
"Yes, dad," I said, running on automatic pilot.
"I'll leave it on the kitchen table so you won't forget it," he continued.
"OK. I'll remember," I called, and totally tuned him out while I continued with the messages I was sending.
An hour or so later I decided that I should really go and get some breakfast so I put my phone away and wandered into the kitchen to see what I could find. What I found was this whacking great parcel sitting in the middle of the table with a note standing on top of it. As my name was on the side of the note I just naturally picked it up and read it.
'Celine, if you'd been listening you'd know that you have to take this parcel over to Bruce this morning. Morning means before twelve o'clock. I do hope you're actually reading this before that time. Love Dad'
A hasty look at the clock assured me that it was only eleven. I quickly had some cereal, rushed through a quick shower and threw on some clothes. Seeing I was in a hurry and it was a warm day I just tossed on a t-shirt (no bra) and some tights (yes I wore panties, you pervert). I mean, I was only seeing Bruce, our neighbour. He was fortyish, not eligible boyfriend material for an eighteen year old like me, if you know what I mean. Who cared what I looked like for him?
I grabbed the parcel, finding it a lot lighter than it looked, and waltzed out of the house and over to Bruce's place. When I got there the front door was open so I just kicked the door and yelled out. (I couldn't ring the bell. My hands were full with that stupid parcel.) Bruce stuck his head out of a doorway and called to me.
"Hi, Celine. Just bring it here and dump it on the kitchen table," he called, and promptly vanished again.
Muttering to myself about rude men I hiked on down the hallway and into the kitchen, quite happy to dump the parcel onto the table. Delivered -- a quick glance at the clock showed it was only eleven forty five -- as per instructions.
I looked towards Bruce to say goodbye (I, at least, have some manners) but found he was turning to look at me at the same moment. Before I could say anything I was startled into silence by first, the odd look on his face, and second, the way his eyes ran over me from top to bottom and then back up again, stopping at my chest.
All of a sudden my tights felt really tight. They're a lovely pale lime green, and my favourites, but perhaps they were a bit old and worn rather thin in places, and they weren't called tights for nothing. As for my t shirt that was white and also old and although it was fairly baggy generally I couldn't say that applied where the bust area was concerned.
Glancing down at where Bruce was so blatantly looking I was shocked to see that I could see the nubs of my nipples pressing against the t-shirt and I also realised that it was thin enough that you could see the darker area around the nipple.
Ok. I was now officially uncomfortable. Time for Mr Hoskins' little girl, Celine, to be heading elsewhere. I opened my mouth to say goodbye (being a polite little girl) and suddenly all I could see was white and my arms were jerked up into the air.
Normal sight came back and my mouth stayed open in shock as I watched Bruce toss my T-shirt over onto the table. He'd just whipped it off without a qualm. (That is, he didn't have a qualm. I had a bunch of them.)
My hands flew up to cover my breasts and since my mouth was already open I prepared to give him a serve. I'd have been better off with my hands flying down to grab hold of my tights and yelling stop. As it was my tights (and panties) were what went down and the only sound I made was a startled scream.
Really, you'd scream too, finding yourself naked in front of a man without any warning. I was totally confused. Things like this just did not happen and now that it had what was I supposed to do?
Bruce's hands were now on my breasts, rubbing them, while he was telling me how lovely I looked and felt. I opened my mouth (again) to tell him to lay off, and he promptly covered it with his own, kissing me rather ferociously. Totally against my will I found myself responding, not really believing that I was, but I was.
Ok, so he could kiss. He also seemed to know how to make my breasts perk up and pay attention, because the way he was fondling them was actually quite pleasant. Still and all, this would never do. I managed to wrench my mouth away from his, turning my head to the side. Yeah, so this was another mistake.
He bent his head, his mouth latching onto one of my breasts, and he started sucking and teasing it. I could feel his tongue rolling my nipple around and then his teeth were rubbing against it. I tried to push his head away and succeeded for all of one second, which was the time he required to latch onto my other breast.
