Just after I started in my second year of the Sixth Form (so I would have been just 18) Daddy had this work colleague to stay for a couple of nights so that they could discuss some stuff and then go off to a meeting early in the morning. I don't normally pay much attention to Daddy's bank people but this one was frankly very dishy. There was something about him which somehow got my juices going if you know what I mean. He was introduced to me as Mr Speed (I have changed the name) and I, very respectfully, stuck to that. He was somewhere in his forties and very well dressed and very cultured in his speech. Even when he changed out of his work suit he came downstairs in a pair of casual trousers with creases like razors and a well pressed blue and white checked shirt.
Of course we all had dinner together and I am sure my sister Gemma had a thumping great crush on our guest but I had the advantage. Gem was only fifteen and really a silly little schoolgirl. She just didn't know what to say and barely spoke two words through dinner. Well it happened that one of those coincidences of dates worked in my favour. The last night Mr Speed was with us was parents night for Gemma and it was important so Mum and Dad both had to go with Gem; the Sixth Form had their parents evening on a different night so the position was explained to Mr Speed who said he had a daughter of his own and he understood perfectly. This meant that Julie had the task of keeping our guest entertained till bedtime and I had decided that I would be VERY entertaining. As Gem was putting her coat on she whispered something to me about behaving myself but I just gave her a wide grin and then shut the front door so it was just me and Mr Speed...all alone in the house...till very late.....with nothing to do.
Well the TV was on and the two of us sat down in the lounge. I offered him a drink and I had noted the previous evening that he drank whisky so I gave him Daddy's best Glenfidget and I had a sherry. After school of course I had changed so I was in that short little white skirt and a floppy grey jumper. I had not bothered to take my school socks off so I was in white kneesocks which I know can have an effect on men. In the Sixth we are allowed to wear tights but that particular morning I had chosen socks and if you believe that was chance you are very naïve.
As we watched the film together I stretched out on the sofa sort of lolling over two seats with my legs stretched out and I crossed them from time to time which caused my skirt to ride up while remaining just decent. We did not watch the film in silence, we shared comments on the plot "Oh you can tell he stole the bonds, he's being so nice." And we had a gentle conversation about school and I asked him how long he had worked with Daddy. I didn't ask him about his family because I didn't want him thinking of his wife but we were getting along famously and, even with my little boobs, as I lay back in my so very relaxed posture, they were definitely very obvious through my jumper.
Well the film ended and I refilled his glass without being asked then I mentioned that I had some Economics homework and, of course, he worked with money didn't he. Mr Speed was very willing to help so I bobbed up and ran from the room to collect my notepad and textbook. I had shed my slippers now so was in just socks. When I came back into the room I perched myself on the arm of his chair and leaned towards him so that he could see the tables of figures in the book. Our faces were very close together as we looked at the book and I had applied just a little perfume when I went to fetch the books. Our conversation diversified from the specific problem to Economics in general and how superficial A level Economics is compared to what goes on in the real world. In my "little girl" voice I said that I had very little experience of the real world but I bet he had lots of experience (crosses legs again very slowly).
It felt very artificial for me to be propped up on the arm of his chair and suggesting a move to the sofa would have been too obvious so I sort of leaned into him gradually and ended up resting against his shoulder. He was showing quite an interest in my Economics textbook and said it was useful to know what was taught at A level for when the bank recruited people from school.
I leapt upon that as my cue.
"I'll tell you what. I'll leave you alone to have a look at the book. I need to pop up and have a shower. I'll be back before you know it."
And Fairy Julie flitted from the room.
It was quite a lightning shower with lots of foamy gel but I did find time to wash my hair with nice scented shampoo then I ran along the landing to my room stark naked and hoping he might have come upstairs to use the loo but I couldn't get that lucky. In my room I slipped on my nice short pink nightshirt with Daffy Duck on the front and I threw on my thin silk robe which I tied, fairly casually, around the waist. No need to bother with knickers as Mum was not at home and Daddy never minds.
