New neighbours – part 3

I was standing in my garden, still puzzling over the events of last night and this morning when a voice said, “Hi Tom! Did you enjoy last night with mom and dad?” and I looked up to see Sarah leaning over the fence.

“Oh, hi Sarah. Yes,” I started, “it was a very interesting night. Your parents are good company.” I responded, feeling stupid even as I was saying it. “Erm, how was your night out? I think your mum said you stayed over with Lizzie? Which one is that?” I asked feeling even more stupid at my lame attempts at conversation.

“You know Lizzie,” she replied, “You must have seen her around. She has long curly light red hair – almost strawberry blonde, and she’s a little taller than me. She lives on the farm a mile or so that direction.” She pointed along the road.

“Now I know who you mean,” I said remembering the tall redhead I’d seen with Sarah a few times since moving here.

“Can I come over for a while? Mom and dad are out and I’ve left my key at Lizzie’s. I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

“Sure you can Sarah,” I answered, whilst thinking that Sarah had that same sort of impish tease in her voice as her mother has, “I didn’t think for a minute that you would be any trouble. Come on round, the front gate is open and I’m just seeing what I’ve got in this garden I’ve bought.”

“Oh Tom,” she said, “I don’t want to walk all the way round to the front gate, I’ll get over the fence here if you can give me a hand.” Before I’d chance to respond, she’d climbed up and was balancing on the top spar of the fence.

“Hey careful!” I called

“It’s OK“ she laughed, “stop being so protective. I do gymnastics at school and could probably stay up here all afternoon if I wanted. Now are you going to come over here and help me down or do I have to do a handstand and flip from here?”

I moved over to the fence and stood below her wondering what the hell to do. She towered above me as she stood on the spar and held her hands out to her sides as a means to balance. All I could do was take in the pose she was striking. She had on a white blouse which she had pulled fairly tight and which showed of her young breasts to their best advantage. Below this he had a trim waist which held her black pleated skirt coming down about halfway along her thighs. More than this though, as she stood there with her legs about a foot or so apart for balance, she displayed the white ‘V’ of her panties which were accentuated in the dark frame of that skirt.

She woke me from my trance with a little giggle and called, “Here I come, catch!” and then she jumped from the fence to drop at my feet and did a contrived gymnastic stance in front of me. As she jumped from the fence her skirt had blown upwards to reveal the fullness of her body inside those panties. As she landed and did her ‘fake’ competition halt, she stumbled forwards into my open arms which so far had been pretty useless as a means of helping her down. “Oooops!” she laughed as she pressed against me chest and she looked up and deep into my eyes.

“Jeez” I thought to myself, “this little mink is a worse seductress than her mother!” She pressed against me a little too much longer than would have been necessary and then stood back, still with both palms on my chest.

“Heck Tom” she said, as she stroked her palms across my chest, “you must be really strong to have muscles like that. Mom said you went to the gym and I bet that keeps you really fit too doesn’t it?” My head was spinning again. Much more than the effect her mother had on me last night because I was used to adult flirtings and whether real or teasing, they were easy to deal with.