It was quite early on a hot and sunny morning, and I was working from home at my desk overlooking the back garden of the house, when the doorbell rang. I jogged towards the front door. It was warm in the house and in the sunshine coming through the french doors, so I was lightly dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
I got to the front door and pulled it open to find the Miss P, eldest child of Mrs P, breathing heavily and looking very red faced, on the doorstep.
"Oh thank god you're home!" she panted, "Can I come in? I went out without my water bottle and I'm dehydrating!"
"Of course!" I smiled and let her into the house. I had seen Miss P out running the previous day and had waved as we passed each other. I assumed she had come home from University to visit her family for a few days in the summer holidays, and was making the most of the good weather.
She was dressed in running gear - yoga shorts and a t-shirt that was clinging damply to her back, with her brown hair up, running shoes and ankle socks. She was breathing hard as I led her into the kitchen, and got her a glass of cold water from the tap. I handed it to her, and she took it gratefully and leaned against my old kitchen table as she drank it.
"Thank you so much!" she said after she had downed about two thirds of it. "I didn't realise it was going to be so hot out there, I felt like I was going to faint."
Her dark brown eyes and long lashes flitted over the kitchen and back to me, as the pinkness in her cheeks receded, and she smiled at me.
"And, when I saw where I was, I thought I would knock on your door."
"Well," I replied, "it's always nice to see you. I haven't seen your mum in a while, how is she?"
"She's fine", Miss P replied with a grin, "she was talking about you, though, and some fun you'd had... with Mrs E?"
I was somewhat taken aback by this, and stammered " Ah, right... well, yes, it was a surprising afternoon all round."
"I bet!" she replied, draining the last of the glass of water and putting it on the counter. "I have never heard of her being so... kinky. I imagine it was very surprising for Mrs E when you fucked her up the arse as well."
I could feel my cheeks going red, and I glanced at Miss P's face to find her grinning at me.
"So," she said, standing up off the table and facing me head on, and put her hands on her hips, "I had this great idea, I wondered if you had time this morning to fuck me too?"
I grinned and looked her up and down. Nature hadn't given her much in the chest region, but her body was toned and young. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
