My daddy had asked me to drop off some share certificates to Susan, one of his clients. She lived in a bungalow some way outside the city, about 3/4 of an hour's drive away. He warned me that she was a bit eccentric but that she should be home at around 4:00pm to receive the pack.
"Whatever you do Lucy, don't go into her house with her, unless you want to get pounced on, and licked against your will, she's a bit forward in her dealings with girls."
"Don't worry dad, I'll be careful."
"Good, try not to be too late coming home, I want to have an early night tonight."
He smiled his crinkly smile, as I drew close to him, we were alone in the privacy of his office. Dad gently placed his hand on my shoulder, closing his eyes as I put my hand into the side of his upper thigh, gently massaging the thick shaft of his penis as it hung down the inside of his boxers. The moment held a promise of virility and potency, triggering the excitement of anticipation for our later encounter.
It was raining when I left the office building, and I didn't have a raincoat, though I always carry an umbrella in my driver side door pocket. Arriving at her address and opening my umbrella I went to her door and rang the bell, there was no answer, so I rang it again and knocked loudly on the front glass pane. Again, there was no answer, checking my watch, I saw it was 4:05pm, so I decided to sit in my car and wait for her to appear.
Wearing flat shoes as usual for work, and thick 100 denier, opaque black tights, by lady Sophia, over my black cotton Lycra knickers. With a black silk blouse over a soft plain black bra, black nylon lace trimmed slip, and a wool mix, sleeveless mini dress which clung quite viscously to my body, I was conscious of getting slightly wet from the rain as I made my way back down her pathway to my car.
"Hello there miss."
The voice came from behind me, it was quite deep and definitely belonged to a man. Turning I saw a face peering over the low hedge of the next-door neighbour. He was a nice looking older man, very mature, but in good health, probably in his early 60's, or so I thought. White haired, slightly balding on top, pink scrubbed skin, and dark eyes, he was around my height, 5'5" and slightly built, but with a bit of a pot belly. He smiled at me in such a disarming way, that I immediately felt confident about speaking to him.
"Hello, I'm sorry if I disturbed you with the knocking."
"You're looking for Susan?"
"Yes, I have some important documents for her, I'm going to wait in my car for her to come back."
"You look as though even with your brolly you've been caught the rain shower, come on in if you like and wait for her in here."
I thought about his offer, it would be uncomfortable to sit in my car with my clothes as wet as they were. He looked like a decent enough sort of man, so making a snap decision I agreed.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you to offer, hopefully she won't be too long."
"You're more than welcome, come in before the rain gets any heavier."
Walking around the hedge, I went up his pathway and stepped into his front door. He watched me as I crossed his threshold, smiling at me in warm welcome. He conducted me to his lounge, and I sat down in a wonderfully comfortable armchair, where I could see the gate next door.
"Welcome, my name is Reg, who might you be?"
"I'm Lucy, I'd put the package from my dad through her letterbox, but it has to be signed for by Susan."
"I'm just about to make some tea, would you like a cup?"
"Yes please, that would be a lifesaver just now."
He walked quietly out of the room, and I could hear him moving around in his kitchen, the clatter of china and the sound of his kettle boiling. After a few minutes he popped his head around the doorway and asked.
"Would you like biscuits, I've got some nice chocolate digestives?"
"That's very thoughtful of you, yes please, I would."
He returned to the kitchen and a few minutes later came back with a tea tray, setting it down onto the glass coffee table in front of me. He poured out two cups, before asking.
"Do you take sugar?"
"No but thank you for asking."
"Sweet enough on your own then."
"It has been said from time to time."
He smiled as he handed me my cup, then sat down in the armchair facing me. I noticed that the rain had stopped, and daylight streamed in the through his front window, bathing me in a soft glow as the evening started to encroach on us. I realised that as I sat with my ankles crossed, my knees were apart, and the sunlight was highlighting under the hem of my dress. Although I knew he couldn't see much, just a dark suggestion, a slight shadow with a faint hint of intimate femininity, it still didn't stop him looking.
Shifting my position to allow the light to reveal a little more, enjoying the expression in his eyes as he absorbed the limited vision under my hems. He relaxed back into his armchair drinking his tea, but unable to tear his gaze away. I can't honestly say why, but increasingly, I do find the older and more mature man, charming, attractive and on occasion very desirable.
We talked for some time, he, telling me of his life, and me responding with my ambitions and future wishes. They had been married for nearly 30 years, but sadly his wife had passed a way after a lengthy illness. He'd lived alone ever since in his bungalow, which had been their family home. He amused himself after his retirement with reading and collecting old black and white films that had been digitised onto DVD's. With a wry look on his face, he sheepishly told me.
"Of course, I get a lot of fun watching Susan's goings on next door."
"You spy on her?"
"It's difficult not to, in fairness when I first saw you knocking on her door, I thought you might be another one of her girls."
"One of her girls?"
"Oh yes, she a lesbian, quite open about it as well, and with a voracious appetite, she has a constant stream of girls. She takes them to her room, and they have fun together. Her bedroom has big sliding glass doors, and she doesn't pull the curtains. My room is straight across from it, and I get a good view of everything."
"Does she know you watch?"
"Of course, we have a sort of agreement, she loves the idea, and I don't mind, it's the closest thing I get to sex these days anyway."
"So, you've spoken with her about it?"
"Oh yes, she enjoys the fact of knowing I'm watching and makes sure that there's no obstructions in my line of view. Sometimes it's the highlight of my afternoon. I've seen things about women's bodies that I've never seen before, so exciting."
I smiled at his comment, noting that he had a cheeky sparkle in his eyes, feeling a little cheeky myself, I paused before responding.
"Really? Forgive me for asking, but you take care of yourself while you're watching, and has she given you anything to help you get the mood so to speak?"
Reg sat back in his armchair, shifting his weight a little, then spoke.
"If you mean her underwear, then no, I wouldn't get any reaction from it anyway, it's cheap stuff, little more than bits of string, with a few nylon frills."
"But you do like girls underwear, just not hers. Interesting. So, what sort do you like then?"
"It may be a bit of a surprise to you, and you look like someone who knows how to choose and wear decent quality lingerie. However, I do prefer straight forward figure-hugging plain stuff, a little bit of lace, or embroidered trim perhaps, but plain, does it for me."
I moved a bit further forward on my seat, the wool dress riding up my thighs, exposing the sleek smooth black of my tights. He leaned forwards and looked pointedly.
"Are those tights or leggings that you're wearing?"
"They're tights,100 denier and opaque, and are super soft against my skin, they have elastane incorporated in the weave. So, they are very stretchy and silky tight against my legs."
To demonstrate, I sat up and took some of the material above my knee, between my forefinger and thumb, pulling it up and away from my legs. Stretching the material between my knee and my crotch, thinning it and outlining the black knickers underneath them.
He literally stared up under my skirt, sighing as he did so.
"You wear plain stuff then? Tights rather than stockings I see?"
"Most of the time, I find with tights, they're the most comfortable and they shape my legs, the black makes my legs look slim, I know, even though I'm a bit muscular in the thighs and calves, they're one of my most attractive assets."
I stood up, pulling my skirt up to just above the swell of my bum, and turning my hips from side to side, giving him a clear view of my upper legs, and the prominence of my pubic mound, pressing against the clingy front of the tights. It didn't bother me, I enjoy being a bit revealing and because as his question illustrated, they were more like leggings and covered my modesty very well.
"You see Reg, they fit very snugly, and the warmth of my body helps to form them over my figure, highlighting the curves and sweeps of my bottom and legs."
"I must say that you have lovely shapely legs, they're so nice to look at."
I sat down again, noticing the disappointment in his expression as I tugged my skirt back into place. It was delightful to me to see his expression as he looked under my skirts, and I confess even at that early stage, it piqued my interest. He fell silent for a few seconds, then looked up.
"I think I just heard Susan's car pull up outside."
