Heather on a Slippery Slope - Ch3 23rd June

[flashharry]

Pregnant at 16 by a man old enough to be her father, everyone told Heather it wouldn’t last. They were right, too. Five years later, she’d been dropped as her sugar daddy had predictably moved on to a younger model. She didn’t harbour hatred for him – she knew what she was getting into, and he had provided her a little cottage for her and her now fifteen-year-old daughter Emma. Heather had had a wild childhood, getting into all sorts of trouble with the police, mainly for taking things that weren’t hers, but motherhood had hitherto brought a sense of responsibility.

The young girl had received birthday and Christmas gifts every year from her father, but it had to be said that he was not the paternal type and didn’t visit. Despite inheriting a natural beauty from her mother, Emma lacked confidence and Heather finished up withdrawing her from school and declaring her as home-schooled. The two petite redheads could have been sisters.

The cottage, a small two-bedroom bungalow, was situated right on the edge of town, with just one real near neighbour near the copse – the old manor hour house, which was being renovated, having previously fallen into a depressing state of disrepair. Heather saw a lot of parallels to her past in the couple who moved in. The man was around 40, dark hair slightly greying but slim and energetic looking. His clothes gave away the wealth behind him. His female companion was much younger, certainly a teenager, and she could not quite be sure of their relationship.

Casual greetings gave way to longer chats and a few weeks later, David, the new neighbour, asked if Heather would be interested in working for him. Heather wondered if he really wanted her for her mind or her looks. Even at 32, she still had a very youthful look, with her long, straight red hair in a ponytail and her freckles giving her a girlish charm.

But it seemed e really did need some office support, someone to put all the receipts in order and study regulations as he and his labourer, a muscular, but older man named Marc, started to address the problems of weatherproofing the building before looking at each room in turn.

For Heather, a few hours working cash-in-hand was absolutely perfect. She asked how she was supposed to dress and was told “Office wear. It’s mostly just Marc and me, but occasionally I may invite clients, so if you are presentable (he smirked a little at that), it means you are always ready to meet anyone.”

That made perfect sense to Heather who had a reasonable wardrobe to work from. As she got ready for work on the first Monday, she did worry a little that she wouldn’t be up to the job. The room designated as an office needed an immense amount of work to put it in order. David made it clear that he didn’t expect it all done at once and that any office equipment she needed, she could just charge it up to a card which he left in her control. Heather spent a few hours online and within a few days, office items started to be delivered to the House.

It was all perfect, really. A 200-yard walk to work, pay which was off the record and left to her own devices for much of the time. As the paperwork gradually came into order, she happened to run into Marc and asked about the chances of the room being painted. The following morning, she found a large tin of emulsion and a brush in the doorway. Undeterred, she popped home to change and was soon happily sploshing emulsion on walls that desperately needed it.

David came by a little later and stopped to talk. He was obviously impressed by her versatility and asked about her daughter. He said he could find her a little work cleaning and tidying the general exterior of the house – the porch and weeding the immediate driveway, etc. It was the perfect match-up. Heather and Emma would be earning, learning and assisting David and Marc as they tried to restore the house to its former glory.

Marc finished around five the next Friday and David invited Heather and Emma into the lounge for a drink as he felt it had been a good week. Heather had a couple of glasses of wine and even Emma had a little glass of her own. All was well in the world. As they parted for the weekend, they all looked forward to the restart on the following Monday.

Monday morning duly came, and Heather made her way to work in a t-shirt and denim shorts. It was spring and the weather was getting warmer. She had at least one wall still to paint and then she could put the office furniture that was still boxed up together. She left Emma at the cottage as there were a couple of deliveries expected.

It was an altogether different atmosphere when she walked in. David was standing in the room that was to become the office with receipts and invoices in his hand. Heather paled. Not all the ordered equipment was being delivered to the main house. Some of the orders were being delivered to the cottage – and there was only one reason for that.

“I think we need a chat.” David began.

“I can expl…”

“No, you don’t need to. I’ll call the police and they can deal with it.”

Heather looked genuinely terrified. “What can I do to make this right?”

David just shook his head. “Not only is it you, but Emma too. She’s at the cottage receiving the goods. You know how that implicates her.”

Heather realised then just how stupid she had been looking such a gift horse in the mouth. It had been impatience that did it. Had she waited, she would have earned the things she wanted and if the police were involved, her previous criminal record would surface. She could even spend time inside and that would see Emma in care. Emma, a girl in some trouble of her own right now – all because she couldn’t wait for a new computer and desk.

As David fetched his phone from his shirt pocket, Heather switched into panic mode. “What can I do?” she asked again, “I’ll do anything if you’ll just not call the police. Maybe I could work here for nothing until it’s paid back?” David looked very pensive.

“Claire!” he called. “Can you come here – just as you are.”

Fifteen seconds later, the young lady Heather had seen before entered the room. The slim blonde almost glided into the room. Heather was that taken aback with the smoothness of her movement, she almost missed the fact that she was absolutely naked. Not a stitch.

The silence in the room was broken by David. “This is Claire, who you may have noticed is a naturist. She works for me as my housekeeper. She has been trying to plan the design of the first floor recently, so you haven’t seen her. She was a naturist before we met, and I had no problem allowing her to work like that.”

Heather could see why. Her tan was amazing and there were no white patches. Slim, yet busty, she was the equal of anything anyone could see in men’s magazines.

David now turned back to Heather, “You said you’d do anything so as not to involve the police?”

Heather nodded.

“You can keep your job here, but if you accept my terms, this will be your uniform from now on.” He continued. “Apart from the punishment aspect, it will make thievery almost impossible without clothing to cover anything.

“N-naked?” Heather stammered.

David didn’t answer. He felt it was a rhetorical question and he had made the answer clear. At that point, Marc led Emma into the room. She was a little unnerved by Claire’s nudity but said nothing as the tension in the air was so thick it would take a knife to cut it.

David spoke to the two nervous redheads, saying “I’ll leave you two to speak and decide which option you’re going to take. Personally, I hope you’ll take my offer.” With that, he and Claire left the room.

Mother and daughter hugged, while Heather explained the developments to Emma. It was Heather who was in the most trouble, but Emma was none too keen on going to a foster home, or worse.

“I’ll do it.” she said.

“Baby, you don’t have to – it was my stupid idea.”

“Yes, but I knew it was wrong, too, so I’m just as much to blame. Besides, this place is pretty remote, so no one else needs to know.”

Shortly afterwards, David returned holding a clipboard. Claire, still naked, had a phone in her hand, clearly recording proceedings.

“Have you decided?” he asked.

Both miscreants nodded. Heather struggled a little to get her words out, but eventually managed “We’ll work naked.”

“Excellent. Age before beauty then, Heather, please undress and then I have a contract for you to sign.”

Heather’s fingers were trembling, which made the buttons on her blouse take a little while to do, but she slid it down her arms and away, showing a well-filled 36C bra. Next came her skirt – a simpler act of undoing the zip at the side and letting it slide down her legs to reveal a matching thong. Reaching behind her back, her shaking fingers fumbled with the catch on her bra, but soon her pale breasts, adorned with light pink nipples came into view.

At that, she stopped and looked at David wondering if she had done enough, but from the stern look on his face she knew there was going to be no easing off. Swiftly, she ripped the thong off, making no effort for the action to be at all erotic. Her bright red pubes had not been seen by so many people since she gave birth and that thought led to the blush that spread across her cheeks.

David proffered the clipboard and a pen, showed her where to sign, and Heather scribbled her name without even looking, eager for this part to be over.

Now David turned to Emma. He didn’t need to say a word. Emma was more casually dressed than her mother had been. She started by undoing her jeans, sliding them down her legs, with some plain white panties coming into view. She visibly drew breath as she summoned the courage to lift her hoodie off and away. There was no bra covering her 34a teenage tits and David could not suppress a slight smile.

Emma did hesitate before her panties went, but after a look over at her mother for reassurance, she pushed them down and off. There were no red pubes this time, only a perfectly neat little slit, free from any covering. Following Heather’s example, she crossed the room to David, signed his contract and then retreated to stand next to her mother.

Claire stopped the video on her phone, with the evidence that there had been no forced stripping, and blackmail had not been mentioned at all during the meeting.

“Since you didn’t read it,” David began, “You have signed to be naked for a year here at all times you are on duty.” After that, I shall consider the matter closed. It also says you may not use your hair to cover up.” He looked at Heather. “I shall take that to include all hair covering anything. See that you are shaved by tomorrow.”

Heather, defeated, hadn’t the strength to argue.

[ingridguerci94]

Pregnant at 16 by a man old enough to be her father, everyone told Heather it wouldn’t last. They were right, too. Five years later, she’d been dropped as her sugar daddy had predictably moved on to a younger model. She didn’t harbour hatred for him – she knew what she was getting into, and he had provided her a little cottage for her and her now fifteen-year-old daughter Emma. Heather had had a wild childhood, getting into all sorts of trouble with the police, mainly for taking things that weren’t hers, but motherhood had hitherto brought a sense of responsibility.

The young girl had received birthday and Christmas gifts every year from her father, but it had to be said that he was not the paternal type and didn’t visit. Despite inheriting a natural beauty from her mother, Emma lacked confidence and Heather finished up withdrawing her from school and declaring her as home-schooled. The two petite redheads could have been sisters.

The cottage, a small two-bedroom bungalow, was situated right on the edge of town, with just one real near neighbour near the copse – the old manor hour house, which was being renovated, having previously fallen into a depressing state of disrepair. Heather saw a lot of porno parallels to her past in the couple who moved in. The man was around 40, dark hair slightly greying but slim and energetic looking. His clothes gave away the wealth behind him. His female companion was much younger, certainly a teenager, and she could not quite be sure of their relationship.

Casual greetings gave way to longer chats and a few weeks later, David, the new neighbour, asked if Heather would be interested in working for him. Heather wondered if he really wanted her for her mind or her looks. Even at 32, she still had a very youthful look, with her long, straight red hair in a ponytail and her freckles giving her a girlish charm.

But it seemed e really did need some office support, someone to put all the receipts in order and study regulations as he and his labourer, a muscular, but older man named Marc, started to address the problems of weatherproofing the building before looking at each room in turn.

For Heather, a few hours working cash-in-hand was absolutely perfect. She asked how she was supposed to dress and was told “Office wear. It’s mostly just Marc and me, but occasionally I may invite clients, so if you are presentable (he smirked a little at that), it means you are always ready to meet anyone.”

That made perfect sense to Heather who had a reasonable wardrobe to work from. As she got ready for work on the first Monday, she did worry a little that she wouldn’t be up to the job. The room designated as an office needed an immense amount of work to put it in order. David made it clear that he didn’t expect it all done at once and that any office equipment she needed, she could just charge it up to a card which he left in her control. Heather spent a few hours online and within a few days, office items started to be delivered to the House.

It was all perfect, really. A 200-yard walk to work, pay which was off the record and left to her own devices for much of the time. As the paperwork gradually came into order, she happened to run into Marc and asked about the chances of the room being painted. The following morning, she found a large tin of emulsion and a brush in the doorway. Undeterred, she popped home to change and was soon happily sploshing emulsion on walls that desperately needed it.

Your story is amazing. I couldn't stop once I started reading it.

[Skylar21]

I hope there will be a continuation of this story. A mother-daughter duo could be very interesting!

Great story.

[flashharry]

Once home, Heather decided to get the inevitable out of the way and headed to the bathroom intent on a soak and a shave. Maybe the warm water would help her relax and improve her frame of mind, which was currently tearing itself to pieces in self-loathing and remorse.

Sinking into the bubbles after the day she’d had was just what she needed. It also meant she didn’t hear the phone when it beeped indicating a message. She also didn’t hear it when it rang several minutes later.

Emma, meanwhile, had gone to lie on her bed, ear pods in and trying to zone out when the first beep came. It was a voicemail message from David. He wanted a letter typing and had dictated what he wanted with the explicit instruction that it must go in the post before the last collection. He added that her mother, at least, was still in work time and that he was disappointed she had not answered her phone.

With her mother in the bath, Emma thought she could type up the letter instead. Just firing up the computer in the living room saw her have a great flush with remorse at the way the two of them had acquired it and the consequences it was leading to, but nevertheless, she set to and started to convert the spoken words in the message into what was quite a formal letter.

It was slow going as Emma’s typing was not the fastest, though she was mostly done when there was a banging at the door. The young girl rushed to open it, to find a somewhat impatient looking David asking if it was ready. “Almost.” was the reply he got.

Just then, the door opened and Heather walked in, wearing a white robe and with her hair wrapped in a matching towel. “David, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m just watching your daughter work, since I couldn’t get hold of you.”

“I was in the bath!”

David pondered for a minute, then added, “Actually, since Emma is so diligently trying to make the deadline and typing here, the cottage has now become a workplace. With that said, you should both get into your work attire. Strip.”

“No way. Heather blasted back. “This is our home.”

David smiled, “You really should have read that contract, you know. It specifically adds anywhere you could reasonably be expected to work to the section where it says you are to work naked. Had you kept your phone with you and come up to the main house to do what I asked, I wouldn’t have thought it, but now, I will expect you to be naked in any places you work – wherever you are and whether you are on duty or not, unless I specifically allow it.”

Heather’s jaw sagged. “I want to see that contract.”

“It’s a little late now, but I’ll make sure you both get copies. Meanwhile, one of you is to walk that letter to the post box as soon as it’s done and you will be undressed when you do it or I’ll just make a call to the police and we’ll forget about the whole thing. Furthermore, I expect you naked whenever you are in the cottage from now on.”

With that, he turned on his heels and marched back up to his house.

Heather and her daughter stared at each other for a moment before the elder redhead headed back to her bath with a stream of the foulest expletives explaining exactly what David could do with his latest instructions.

Emma remained thoughtful for a few minutes, then discarded her hoodie once more and slid her panties down with her jeans, revealing her bald pubis. The truth be told, she quite liked the freedom of being naked at home. She’d come down to breakfast in the altogether one morning after a nightmare had caused her to sweat so much her nightie was soaked. One look from her mother was all it took and she’d headed back upstairs to fetch her robe. As a result, nudity wasn’t something she’d been able to do a lot as she knew her mother didn’t approve.

Her reasoning was that one of them had to be sensible. She wasn’t looking forward to the quarter mile walk to the post box, but she finished off the letter, sealed the envelope and added a stamp from the desk drawer. After a brief look around, she stepped outside, totally nude as instructed and set off at a brisk pace to get the missive into the post before it was too late.

Emma was fortunate on the way down and it was with some relief that she slipped the envelope into the slot. Sure she could hear a van, she turned to retrace her steps and it was only then that she noticed Marc’s car parked, with Marc himself clearly looking to see if his boss’s instructions had been carried out correctly. She felt a sense of relief that she had not followed her mother’s example.

As it turned out it was the Post Office van she had heard, and Emma scuttled back up the lane with her b-cup boobs bouncing, knowing she had only just made it in time. Marc was able the enjoy the view of Emma’s rather cute derriere disappearing back the way it came.

Waiting till she was out of sight, Marc stopped recording and sent the video to his boss, also keeping a copy for himself, of course. It was not often that young redheads strolled down to post letters naked.

Heather eventually came out of her room to see about fixing some food and was somewhat surprised to find Emma naked on the settee in front of the TV. Resolving to address the subject over dinner, she said nothing and headed for the kitchen. Her freezer always had a supply of frozen pizzas for when she didn’t fancy cooking anything complicated. It was something they both enjoyed so she figured the day had been quite stressful enough and shw soon had a pizza on each plate headed to the living room.

Emma’s eyes lit up at the sight of food and gratefully accepted hers, but made no attempt to adjust her somewhat open-legged posture. Heather noticed her daughter’s labia had parted a little and were certainly moist. It made her so much more conscious of how she’d have felt walking down the lane without a stitch on.

“We need to talk.” said Heather simply.

“We need to follow David’s rules.” was he daughter’s reply. “The consequences of police involvement are too great a risk. Besides, I honestly prefer being naked at home.”

Silence prevailed once more as Heather’s brain tried to process the whole situation. It certainly wasn’t something she was comfortable with, but she had to admit it wasn’t a major difficulty, they seldom had visitors and were relaxed in each other’s company.

The evening was a time of reflection for Heather – how she had got them into this mess. She had been certain the computer wasn’t going to be missed, given the sheer quantity of electronics and furniture she’d ordered for the main house. How wrong she’d been, and now they were both going to pay for it. A tear rolled down her cheek. She vowed to make it up to Emma somehow.

Both were weary after a stressful day and headed to their beds early. Emma stayed nude and just slipped under the covers, promising herself she’d wash in the morning. Heather hit the bathroom first to brush her teeth. When she got to her room, she was thinking about how she’d soon have to make a decision. She stripped off everything she had on and decided to sleep naked, maybe it would make her feel easier about their predicament in the morning?

Getting in, to her slight embarrassment, she realised between her legs there was glistening and arousal. Whilst she hated the situation she’d got them into, her pussy had a different opinion and it was not going to be denied. Her hand slid down to find her clit had grown and escaped it’s hood. Her preferred method of masturbating using her fingers to penetrate herself and her thumb to stroke her clit led swiftly to a much-needed orgasm. She was too tired to try for a second.

Both slept well, and it was Emma who rose first. She dived into the shower, letting the warm water freshen her up ready for the day. She quickly ran a razor over her pussy area, though it barely needed it. A brush of her teeth and she was ready to go. No need to sort out clothes!

She was sat at the breakfast bar drinking an orange juice when her mother entered. To her surprise her mother was also naked. After the anger of the night before had come a realisation that disobedience was a poor choice. Not a single pubic hair remained on either of them and for anyone who looked closely, both were strangely aroused.

With a very light breakfast done (neither could face food) they found themselves hugging after putting shoes on that they were not even sure they were allowed. It also too longer than usual to walk the mere 200 metres to the House, but they made it on time and rang the bell. David let them in himself. Claire was upstairs again and Marc’s car was not on the drive.

“Lose the shoes and come in.” he instructed. “Now, are you both clear how this is going to happen? There will be no more strops like yesterday. You will work exactly as you would had this not happened, only you will do it naked. If that means you are told to go somewhere else, then that is where you go. Next strop and I’ll remove all the clothes from your cottage and that way you won’t be able to refuse nudity. Am I making myself clear?”

Emma nodded immediately, followed by her rather humbled mother.

David continued, “Right, Heather, into the office please – there’s plenty to do. Emma, I want the porch cleaned so it’s spotless this morning, then I’ll provide you with some sandpaper and you can make a start with the outside paintwork.

Emma did gasp slightly, but gathered her wits together and headed to her task. Heather felt for her daughter who would be naked outside for some time, but there was nothing she could do other than head to the office and make a start on the correspondence.

Within an hour, David appeared just as Emma had finished mopping the tiled floor of the porch. In his hand was the promised sandpaper. Emma did think about the perfect timing, but lost the thought as David started showing her how to fetch the flaking paint off first, then get the surface even and smooth ready for eventual painting. He had almost finished when a delivery van came up the drive.

Emma froze, but with iron will stayed where she was. She faced down so she could not see the delivery driver’s face – and by association he could not see hers turn a deep colour of red. As she heard him get back in the van, she could only assume he’d previously seen Claire when delivering and the shock was not as great, but for her – yet another man had seen her totally naked.

Whilst at school, Emma had shared changing rooms and been seen by the thirty or so girls in her gym class, but had never had a boyfriend and never been seen naked by a male. What was the count now? David, Marc, and now this driver. Three men had seen her naked and she was yet to even get involved with anyone. How many more men particularly were going to see her teenage body in all its glory before the year was up?

[Casanova]

Looking forward to more

[flashharry]

Heather Ch3

Having not started work till around 10am, the day just flew by. Emma started to paint outside the porch – one bonus was that she didn’t have to worry about getting paint on her clothes!

David and Heather set to in the office. Heather began to learn a little about the writing that her new boss did that supported his increasingly comfortable lifestyle. When Marc returned, he dropped a packed sandwich and a bottle of water in front of each of those people downstairs and then went up to move furniture as per Claire’s directions on the first floor. Each of them just ate and drank whilst working. Before any of them realised, the clock had rolled round past four in the afternoon.

With Heather’s help, the office was now laid out and functional. There was a desk where Heather could deal with incoming and outgoing mail. David had managed to get two novels published and wanted more. Amazingly, some agents still wanted hard copies when reviewing texts. That was Heather’s responsibility now. The rest of the room was less businesslike, with David’s desk facing the large bay window, allowing him to sit and let his imagination run free.

Emma had managed to get a first coat on the somewhat absorbent fascia outside, and had surprisingly little on herself, save for one rather large, yet fetching splodge which adorned her left breast. Emma had tried to brush it off when it happened but had only succeeded in adding a large streak that spread to her left underarm. At that, she had given up and that was the way it had dried on her. Entering the hallway, she saw her timing had coincided with those on the first floor, as first the tanned, naked form of Claire, then the bulky form and Marc started to descend the stairs.

Claire came down smiling, confident she had made the best job she could have in combining the available furniture with the layout of the rooms upstairs. Marc looked winded. Moving furniture to suit the creative housekeeper had taken its toll and though in shape, he was now the wrong side of fifty.

“I’m sorry, everyone, I don’t know where the time went.” David announced. The brief look of concern on his face was suddenly displaced by one that showed he’d had an idea. “We’ll order Chinese. Marc, can you take the orders and phone them through please? I’m going to watch the girls race down the lawn and back.”

The two new naked females had quizzical looks on their faces, though Claire had a fair idea what was coming.

“Last one back takes the Chinese in.” David revealed with an impish grim on his face. He gave the competitors a few minutes to ready themselves and put shoes on if they wished, then got them lined up ready for the off.

“GO”, he cried. All three were in good shape, but as they set off, it was clear that Claire was far quicker and clear of the mother and daughter battle going on behind her. Heather was going well, but the resulting swinging of her larger breasts was starting to cause discomfort and putting one arm over them to try and hold them still lost her that vital bit of speed and it was a relieved looking Emma who stole home in second place.

Marc finished ordering and was told the food would be 40 minutes. Just the mention of the impending delivery had everyone realising that they were rather hungry. Heather even thought the embarrassment she was about to suffer accepting the delivery was worth it for a very welcome meal. She used the time to brush her hair and get her breath back after the race. If she was to be seen nude, she at least wanted to look the best she could.

When the bell went, Heather was very aware that she was trembling and that this would be the first time she had bared even so much as a breast since those wild days of abandon in her teens. She also knew she did not have the chance to refuse. However cordial the day had been between the five of them in the house, there was an underlying reason why she and her daughter had been blackmailed into working nude.

With a deep breath, she stood, only for David to stand in front of her. “No covering.” he stressed, “and door open wide. We can see from here.”

As if she needed reminding! She had already resigned herself to not covering as she was getting to know the way David’s mind work, so she sashayed over to the front door, gathering confidence with every step. Then, summoning every bit of courage she had, she flung the door wide, blinking in the late afternoon sunlight.

“M...Mrs Lewis” came the faltering greeting from the young man in front of her, wrongly assuming she was married. In front of her stood Benjamin, a close friend of her daughter who had visited their cottage on more than one occasion.

Emma, who could see her mother but was thankfully out of Benjamin’s line of sight, had her hands over her face in horror. Oh why had Marc felt the need to order from that Chinese when there were several others closer?

Heather recovered quickly after her initial shock and handed the young lad the money, telling him to keep the change. For the trick David had just pulled on her, she felt giving a few pounds of his money away was not the revenge she wanted, but it would do to start. She took the two carrier bags proffered to her and began to close the door as the teen rushed to remount his push bike and cycle rapidly back to the take-away. Only when he was moving away did Heather dare close the door fully.

“You shit!”, Heather almost spat at her new boss. “Did you know who was going to deliver that just?”

“Actually no.” David smiled, “though I did know where the lad worked and knew that would increase the chances of a little recognition.”

“It’ll be all round town.” Heather countered.

David looked calm. “I doubt it, besides, who would believe him without any supporting evidence?”

As Marc distributed the food, Claire passed round the complimentary chopsticks. The group set about the food with gusto, all conversation subdued by the need to fill stomachs that had been empty for too long.

Not four mouthfuls in, Emma’s phone vibrated. As she read the message she’d received, her face whitened. Without answering it, she put the device down and resumed her meal only for it to start ringing less than a minute later.

“I think we know who that is.” laughed David “Answer it and agree to whatever he wants. We’ll sort him later.”

Emma swiped green to answer. “Hello Ben.”

The one side of the conversation continued. “No way!”

“No Ben, don’t do that, you can’t go telling anyone.”

“Why, because you can’t, that’s why.”

“I’m not at the cott… Look, I’m with mom, ok?”

“Okay, I’ll come out.”

With that she hung up and turned to the others. “He wants me to go out there. I can’t risk him having his phone.”

David stood, and nodded towards Marc who went straight out to his car, got in, then drove off down the lane. David calmly told Emma that there was no reason for her not be seen as she would have gone out had she been clothed, but also, she shouldn’t worry about any pictures. The young redhead remained apprehensive, but her erect nipples gave away her true thoughts and she knew that she was more than a little moist between her legs.

As Ben came into sight, Emma did as she was told, albeit with legs that were less than steady, and was out of the door before he reached it. Ben almost fell off his bike and stared unashamedly at his former classmate who stood before him without a stitch on. Needless to say, his phone was in his hand. After the last time he’d been at the door, he wanted to be ready this time.

Emma let him gawp but refused to answer any questions appertaining to why Ben had come to see so much flesh on display that afternoon. Eventually, armed with a half dozen full frontal pictures, the young man decided he should be getting back to his job before he was missed. Emma went back inside then shortly afterwards; Marc came back and the five of them resumed a dinner that had been thoughtfully reheated by Heather and Claire.

It wasn’t until they finished that Emma voiced her concerns about the pictures. Marc laughed and then recalled the little encounter he’d had with the cyclist down the lane. He’d made him delete every image and just happened to mention how easily bicycle wheels buckled when hit by cars.

“He’ll not be saying a word about this.” Said the older man sternly. “I told him to enjoy his memories, but if I heard the story repeated – anywhere – he’d be remembering them in his hospital bed.”

“That’s that then.” enthused David. “A good day was had by all.”