It was pissing down when I got home so naturally enough the remote control to the garage didn't work. I'd known it needed a new battery but I just kept putting it off. Served me damned well right. One thing I wasn't going to do was stand in the rain and open the door by hand. I simply parked in the driveway, hopped out, and bolted for the front door. Still got soaked.
Once inside I hung my wet jacket up to dry and headed into the front room to turn up the heat. Oddly enough I didn't need to turn it up as some kind soul had already done so. I say oddly because I was the only one home, my two children being elsewhere for the weekend.
I stood near one of the heating vents and contemplated. The subject I chose for my contemplation was Erica, the young lass who lived next door.
Erica was a buxom blonde, eighteen years of age. Blue eyed, platinum blonde hair, long curvy legs that looked sensational, a delightful bust that had to be at least a C+ cup, and curves that would make a blind man take a second look.
Her personality was like fine champagne, all sparkly and bubbly. She radiated a joie de vivre, and I don't think anyone disliked her. Disapproved of her, possibly, but not disliked.
The disapproval would be because of the way she charmed every man she came in contact with. I didn't know if it was deliberate but then again, I didn't know if it wasn't. I did know that she'd been throwing out lures to Mike, my son, but as far as I could tell he wasn't biting. This was probably because he looked upon her as a sister and he already had a girlfriend. Not that him having a girlfriend stopped Erica from casting her lures.
I had no idea if she was sexually active and wasn't willing to guess either way. I do know that there weren't any rumours suggest that she was. My personal opinion was that if she was still a virgin it would only be because none of her entourage of lovelorn swains had managed to trap her alone.
If you're wondering why I was spending my time contemplating, with Erica as the subject of my contemplation, it was simply because the subject of my contemplation was lying on my couch, apparently sound asleep.
It was simple logic that made me deduce that she was the one who'd turned on the heating. She needed the extra warmth and for some reason hadn't been able to enter her own home. She knew where we kept our spare key and had apparently grabbed it to get in out of the rain. Not soon enough as her dress was quite damp still. I knew this because it was hanging just above another of the heating vents, swaying slightly in the rising warm air.
Sweet young Erica was lying there in an absolutely charming matched bra and panties set. Both items were somewhat abbreviated, pink and lacy, and I had to admit that she looked really good. If Mike found her like that I'm not sure if he'd continue to think of her as a sister.
Looking at her it seemed to me that she wasn't really asleep. Something about her breathing pattern I think, plus the slight flush to her cheeks. I strolled over to stand next to her, looking down.
"Wakey, wakey," I drawled.
She jerked slightly and her eyes popped open and she looked up at me. Would you believe she went, "Eek!" or made a noise very similar, a hand flying up to cover her breasts? Not that it was required or was of any use. Not required because her bra was (just) large enough to hide her nipples, and of no use because she had far more breast than hand.
"Got stuck outside and had to seek shelter?" I suggested, and she nodded, blushing in a very becoming way.
"It happens," I observed.
She looked down at herself and the amount of skin she was showing and suddenly looked a little nervous.
"Ah, Mike's not home is he?" she asked.
I guess getting caught in her undies by Mike was one thing but getting caught by Mike while I was there was something else again. I smiled.
"No. We're all alone so you needn't worry about any interruptions," I said.
With that I reached down, took hold of her panties and calmly drew them down those lovely legs, not stopping until I'd taken them right off. This time her slightly shocked squeak sounded a lot more realistic and a hand darted down to cover her groin. I'd have though grabbing for her panties would have been the better option but what would I know? I'm not a girl.
"You can't do that," she protested.
"Ah, yes, I can," I pointed out. "I've already done it."
With that I brushed her bra straps off her shoulders and drew them down her arms. I don't think she worried about them at first as it was just the straps, not the bra. That changed when I kept on pulling at the straps and once they reached a certain point they just naturally drew the top of her bra down. The cups popped off very neatly, leaving Erica in no doubt as to how much her hand didn't cover, breast wise.
She started complaining somewhat excitedly, slapping at my hands, failing to notice that I used that slapping to manoeuvre her arms right out of the bra straps. With the bra now wrapped around her waist it was just a case of pull it around until the catch was in the front and I could undo it and pull the bra right off.
"Why'd you do that?" she demanded, looking rather irritated. Also quite adorable, the way she was blushing.
"For health reasons, of course," I explained. It seemed to me if your dress was still wet then your lingerie probably was, too, and it would be better off than on."
"You're kidding," she said, not seeming to believe me.
"Well, yes, I guess," I agreed, pushing her hands out of the way and replacing them with mine. I started rubbing her breasts and mons, ignoring her cry of protest.
