Chantelle's twin sister to indicate that police were in the vicinity had blown the whistle. Coming back to Chantelle's twin sister.
I had first met her when one day she met me in a cafe just after lunch.
At the time I didn't realise that it was not Chantelle herself.
In fact it was Chantelle's idea to send her sister to seduce me without telling me who she was.
I was to remain in ignorance until the very end of the seduction.
She breezed into the cafe and spotting me moved over to give me a nice big hug and kiss. Thinking it was Chantelle I responded and we had a short chitchat about nothing in particular. She then suggested we went back to my house to continue the 'conversation'.
I thought the rest of my family were elsewhere so I readily agreed, knowing there would be far more than just conversation.
As we reached the house we entered and as we moved into the comfortable lounge she gave me a nice hug and French kiss, just as Chantelle always did.
She was wearing clothes identical to ones Chantelle always wore.
Low cut tight sweater showing the tops of her beautiful tits, sexy half-cup bra which could easily be seen through the thin material of the sweater.
Short wide flaring mini skirt with no panties - which I was soon to become aware of.
5" inch heels with just short pale blue bobby socks and a white gold ankle chain on her left ankle.
No sooner had we broken apart from the greeting than she took the hem of her sweater with both hands.
Slowly she lifted her hands upwards and the pale blue half-cup bra slowly came into my view. Continuing upwards she completed the act of removing the sweater over her head, disturbing her cute blonde ponytail in the process.
Having removed the sweater she moved back to me and we repeated the initial introduction.
This time when we pulled apart she proceeded to unbutton my shirt preparatory to removing it, much quicker than she had removed her own sweater.
Next she moved her hands to the zip on her skirt. #I loved the noise it made as she drew the zip downwards, allowing the skirt to drift from its position round her waist.
As a leaf falling from the tree in autumn the skirt meandered its way past her hips, onto her thighs and eventually to the floor via her knees and ankles.
She stood there in most of her glory.
Naked from the bra down to her short socks, her prominent mound displayed in all its glory, shining with her juices due to her arousal.
As she looked at me she could see the large tent in the front of my trousers.
Standing quite still for what seemed an eternity to me, she eventually moved back to me.
I wondered what she would do next.