I paused at the top of the stairs as I checked the hem of my skirt. It stopped above my knees and I was very conscious I had nothing on underneath it. I stood for a few moments debating in my own head whether to put some panties on. The large mirror on the wall opposite made my decision for me; no panties or not, the white blouse was very see-through where my nipples were.
I put my bra back on and opened Sarah's underwear draw. There were brand new ones in a River Island packet; they were a size too big for me, but they would be better than none. They were a thong cut, the front a simple triangle covering my privates as the sides reduced to a 1cm wide strip of material around my sides, connecting to an equally thin strip of material that was coming from between my legs. I twisted my legs uncomfortably; I never really got on with the thong cut. I forfeit that they look really quite sexy, but for comfort they were just not that nice. I considered putting the panties I slept in back on, but as they were designed for that use, they were a little bit too thick material to wear underneath stuff so I opted for the thong.
"Morning," I said cheerily to John, taking a sip from my cup of tea and smiling at him.
"Hey," he said, scanning me up and down, "Toast?"
"Please," I replied as I sat down on the bar stool as he put a couple of slices of bread into the toaster. Conversation was awkward, but not in an uncomfortable way. If questioned and answering honestly, we probably both agreed that he licking me out and I sucking his cock probably shouldn't have happened, but there were no regrets, at least from me anyway. As the time passed, the air of tension reduced as we drifted back to our usual relaxed way around each other.
"What time is Sarah due back?" I asked.
"Around midday I think," he replied checking the time which was just coming up to half 10.
"Okay," I said as he stood up.
"Going to have to get some work done," he said. "Lads will be round later for our usual cards night and need to catch up beforehand."
"Okay," I said again as he smiled at me and headed to his study / office.
I stood up and sat on the sofa, switching the TV on. It was the usual stuff on at this time on a Saturday morning, cooking program or news. I settled on the cooking program, half watching it as I daydreamed. They always made it look so easy; I tried to make a potato rosti a while ago and that went wrong so haven't really tried again since then. I guess that's why they're professional chefs and I am not, oh well.
I heard the deep throbbing sound of a large motorbike outside and the muffled voice of a female and a male. I guessed Chris was dropping Sarah off as he was the only person we knew who rode one. The front door rattled and Sarah came in clumsily; her biking jacket and trousers restricting her movement and the extra size making her misjudge the doorway as her shoulder bounced off the door frame.
"Oh, hello," she said, "What you doing here?"
"Tell ya later," I replied, "You okay?"
"Yeah ta," she replied dropping her rucksack onto the floor and taking off her jacket.
She was wearing a nice short cut top which stopped just above the waist of her armoured trousers. Her slender but nicely toned stomach was perfectly shown off by the top she was wearing. "Is Dad in?" she asked.
"Working," I replied to which she acknowledged. "Yeah one sec," she shouted out of the door, "No peeking though."
She clumsily unclipped the buckles on the bike boots and kicked them off before unfastening the trousers and taking them off just inside the door. The motorbike engine stopped as Chris got off the bike and headed up the driveway. He was a bike instructor so the stuff Sarah was wearing was borrowed from his collection used for new bike people. She stayed behind the door as she handed him the jacket and then the trousers. "Hey Fi," he said smiling at me.
"Hey," I replied smiling back at him. He was rather hot; not sure if it was the biker rebel fantasy or not, but he had that rugged, sexy look that only a few men can really pull off. His day-old stubble gave a sophisticated, not scruffy, look enhancing his more mature good looks. I say more mature; he was only a few years older than we were. He had taught me how to ride a bike a year or so ago and we had kept in touch.
"You okay?" he asked in a friendly tone.
"Yeah thanks, you?" I asked back.
"Yeah fine," he said.
"Yeah k, catch up later you two," Sarah said, "Stood in my panties here."
"Hot," he said smiling at her.
She just smiled at him, "Yeah, yeah, thanks for the lift, see ya later, bye, bye, bye," she said as she closed the door on him, bundling him out of the door as she blew him a kiss.
"You want a drink?" she asked as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"Yeah sure," I replied, surprised that she was walking round in her underwear. She has always been relaxed with her body, but she has always been careful around her dad.
She came back in and placed two drinks on the table, my eyes naturally drawn to her bare legs, her privates barely covered by a tiny triangle of material, the elastic of her panties was just a thin band around her waist. I smiled at her as she caught me looking, "Barely worth wearing any," I commented.
"I know," she replied, "The dress I wore yesterday was either these or none at all, and it wasn't long enough for none."
"Ewww, wearing same ones, you skanky bitch?" I said with a smile.
"Yeah," she admitted, "Wasn't staying yesterday originally, but one thing lead to alcohol and no one could drive... Anyway I doubt you've changed yours..."
"I robbed a pair of yours," I replied.
"Oh really, without permission? Time to lose them," she said with a smile.
"Welcome to them, not comfy," I replied.
"You wearing some of those River Island thongs?" she asked to which I just nodded. "They are horrible aren't they?"
"Yeah," I agreed, "Bit invasive..."
"Think the sizes are wrong on them. Look nice though. Sex panties, get him in the mood then lose them," she said grinning.
"Yeah they do look very sexy, although those aren't bad..." I said, gesturing towards her waist.
She covered herself with her hands; the panties were tiny, accentuated by the way she was stood as she ran her fingers around the elastic repositioning them properly, which helped a bit. "So yeah, take em off," she said pointing at my skirt.
"Ha, no way," I replied.
"Dare ya," she said.
"You first," I countered back, "Starkers though..."
She hesitated for a few seconds, her fingers toying with the elastic of her panties as I watched. I was expecting her to tell me to get lost as her Dad was upstairs, but she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra through her top. She then with no hesitation lifted her top off taking her bra with it over her head before pushing her panties down and off. I stared between her legs for a second or so; we had seen each other naked a lot. Although never officially being partners, we have been sexually active with each other on a fairly regular basis. The surprise as she got naked in her living room though, took me back a bit. She was trimmed neatly, her brown pubic hair shaped into a neat triangle above her pussy as she uncovered herself to me and said, "You next..."
"Not when your Dad is in," I replied, my eyes still staring at her exposed pussy.
"He is at work, isn't he?" she replied sounding a little surprised, throwing her hands between her legs and looking around.
"Doing work, he is just upstairs," I replied, my eyes diverting up to her exposed breasts. Her nipples reacted to the cooler air as they hardened and pointed out off her apple sized C cup breasts.
"Shit," she exclaimed using her hands to cover between her legs, "One sec, best put something on."
She rushed off upstairs, coming back down after a few minutes wearing jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. I was sure I had said that he was just doing work, but conceded I may have been mistaken. "I did think it was strange when you did that," I said to her.
"Yeah, thought you said he was at work," she said, "oops."
