The Baxters are the family next door. They've lived there for ever but I'd been expecting them to sell up and downsize. They had raised five children in that house and it was quite large. Once all the children were married and gone it just made sense that they'd sell and take a smaller place, one easier to maintain.
It didn't quite work out that way. Sharon, the last and youngest of the Baxters, finally got married and went off on her honeymoon. When she came back she and her brand new husband moved straight into the Baxter house. Apparently they'd decided to pay her parents board while they save up for a place of their own. Smart thinking when you consider the costs of living on your own.
Both the Baxters worked, Sharon also had a part time job, and her husband had a full time job. This did leave Sharon with time on her hands but, fortunately, she had a lot of friends in the area. (Me being one of them.)
I was several years older than Sharon and spent a lot of time with her brothers when we were growing. I still saw them every so often and I guess you could say I was more their friend than Sharon's but she considered me one.
I should make it clear that I'd never dated Sharon. She was just my friends' sister and as such had no romantic appeal. (Okay, I'll admit that she was pretty and had a damn fine figure, so there was certainly some lust appeal, but this was balanced by the 'my friends sister' bit.)
One thing I'd noticed since Sharon returned from her honeymoon was that she was more aware of herself as a woman. Prior to getting married she'd been sweetly naïve, another reason to keep any incipient lust under control. Now she was aware of what's what. She didn't flaunt her body but she sure dressed in more adult styles, showing more cleavage than she used to, not that I was objecting. She certainly had the breasts for it.
A couple of weeks after Sharon had returned from her honeymoon I had a half day off. She must have seen me coming home as she came wandering over, banging on the back door and coming in. This was not unusual. She and her siblings had been doing something similar ever since they learned to toddle far enough to escape their own yard.
"What're you doing Mick?" she asked. "Why aren't you at work?"
"I've got a half day off," I replied. "I do get them occasionally."
We chatted for a while and I finally asked, "Why the long face?"
The reason I asked was that she looked a little despondent.
"Oh, it's just that some of us were going to go to the club this afternoon but it turns out that I can't go."
"Why not?"
"No money. What I have has to go for board and such and there's nothing left over. Maybe a couple of dollars but that's nothing."
"Well, you don't have to spend any money at the club. Just use your couple of bucks to buy a drink and spend the rest of your time socialising."
"Ha! With all the others playing pokies? I'd look cheap not to play a few games but if I use the board money I'd be in deep doo-doo."
"Just leave your purse at home. Then you can excuse your non-playing as due to that. They'll understand."
"Yeah, and lend me some money to play with which I'd feel bound to accept, and then I'd lose it and have to repay it out of the rent money and hullo deep doo-doo."
I nodded thoughtfully. One of the things that I was considering so thoughtfully was the very nice cleavage she was currently showing. I could see the lacy edges of a yellow bra, me being somewhat taller than her and just naturally looking down.
"So your options are don't go, which you don't want to do but are resigned to, use some of the rent money, which you are smart enough to reject out of hand, or acquire a small stake for the pokies through some other means. I have an idea whereby you can get yourself a quick fifty."
"What? You do not."
"Yeah, I do," I said softly, stroking a finger along her cleavage, feeling the softness of her breasts. "Just a little healthy exercise, just between you and me and you're on your way to the club with the rent money safe and a little spending money in your hand."
She was staring at me with wide eyes, not quite sure if she believed what I was saying. She hadn't pushed my finger away from her breasts though and I could see her nipples were causing her top to tent a little.
"I couldn't do that," she protested. "You're suggesting I go to bed with you. I've never done that sort of thing with anyone but Brian."
"Who's talking about a bed?" I asked with a wicked smile. "Right here would be fine. Haven't you experimented outside the bedroom?"
"No, of course not. Why would we?"
"Why wouldn't you is more the question in my opinion. Variety is the spice of life and all that."
She looked around the kitchen, seeing as that was where we happened to be.
"You want to have sex with me here? In the kitchen?" She sounded scandalised.
"Actually, I just want to have sex with you," I admitted. "The where is irrelevant but seeing we're here, why not?"
She started dithering, not wanting to say yes but also not wanting to lose the fifty. I just kept a gentle smile on my face.
"Tell you what," I said. "I'll just take off a few things and we'll see how things progress from there. You can always call a halt at any time."
With that I flicked open the next button on her blouse, displaying a little more cleavage. Her head was tilted down, watching as I slowly flicked her buttons open, her face flushed. With the buttons undone I eased her blouse free from her skirt. I didn't try to take it off, just moved the sides apart, showing off her tummy and bra.
I talked softly, complimenting her on her looks, her smooth skin, the shapeliness of her breasts, how pretty her bra was and how well it suited her. While talking I was also touching. Not groping her, but letting mu fingertips brush lightly against her flesh. I also managed to unclip her skirt and lower the zip. Again, I didn't try to take it off, just letting it sag a little, leaning to one side and exposing part of her panties, panties the same lacy yellow as her bra.
I didn't need to take her skirt off. I guess she found the way it hung an irritant because she reached for it and pushed, letting it slide down her legs. I, of course, took the opportunity to compliment her on those legs and how smooth they felt.
