And I didn’t even get her name!

I had been living next door for only a few months, and when I first moved in I had discovered that the family next door consisted of two daughters which I hadn’t been aware of when I bought the house. The parents were very light-skinned Asians (Sikhs in fact) but very Westernised ones, and a few years younger than me, both were fairly friendly and passed the time of day whenever we met.

The wife was pretty, with a slim and fit-looking body, but it was the elder daughter who really caught my eye, she was about 14 and remarkably tall and willowy for her age, she stood about 5’8” and had an incredibly slender body which was just beginning to blossom into woman-hood, but to look at her she just took your breath away – she was by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with gorgeous dark brown almond shaped eyes, perfect and finely chiselled features, long jet-black straight hair which flowed down her back to her backside, which was beginning to develop the sensual curve of adulthood. She had the tiniest waist imaginable, I’m sure I could have put my hands around it and touched my fingers together, but of the greatest interest to me were her just budding breasts, which probably didn’t amount to more than an A cup size, but she never wore a bra and she seemed to have those type of nipples young girls often have, where the whole of the front of her breast swells.

It was something I looked forward to each day to see the sisters set off for school, dressed in their regulation crisp white blouses, both girls nipples quite clearly visible through the material but the elder ones’ more so because of her blossoming bosom, stripy ties, and short pleated burgundy skirts. Although I think they both had the same size skirt since their waists were a similar size, but on the younger one it came to her knees, whilst on the elder sister it stopped at mid thigh and gave a fabulous view as they walked off down the road as it flicked backwards and forwards curling around her pert bum as she moved with a noticeable sway to her hips. She was definitely becoming aware of her sexuality, because she always wore more delicate and taller shoes than her younger sibling, which further emphasised her slender figure and had the added advantage of making the muscles of her calves tense which further enhanced the gorgeous shape of her legs. In short, she almost looked like something off a “St. Trinians” film set – just without the visible stocking tops!

One day in early summer I was just going down stairs, but the sight through my open landing window nearly caused me to fall headlong down them! There was my ‘vision in school uniform’ lying sunbathing on a blanket in the back garden of the next door house, wearing a tight-fitting black lycra top which she had rolled up so it only just covered her breasts, and a matching pair of black lycra shorts rolled down at the top so they were little more than a strip across her middle!