It came about as a result of a conversation I had with the lady next door. I just mentioned that I was thinking of advertising for a cleaner, just two hours a day to do my washing and generally keep the house tidy.
"I'll ask Candy," she said, "I bet she'd love to do it for you."
Candy was her daughter, who I judged to be about sixteen years old, a very pretty and chirpy little girl, but I was really thinking of someone older. However, in the interests of good neighbourliness, I agreed that she should bring Candy round that evening for a chat whilst I explained what I wanted. I hoped to pile it on a bit so that she'd refuse, but that wasn't quite the way it turned out!
She was still wearing her school uniform when they arrived which seemed to consist of a very short grey mini skirt, a crisp white blouse, regulation school tie and white knee length socks.
"I've not had time to change yet." she said as I bade them both sit down, but her mother said she'd leave us to it as she had a lot to do at home.
"Would you like a drink Candy?" I asked, and she nodded eagerly.
"May I take my shoes off please, they're hurting my feet?"
"Of course, make yourself comfortable."
I went into the kitchen and poured her out a glass of coke and a whisky for myself,
"There you go." I handed her the drink and sat opposite her,
"OH MY GOD!"
She was sitting with her feet up on the sofa and her knees tucked under her chin giving me a mind blowing view of a narrow strip of panty between her cheeks and a hint of pink flesh peeked out from either side.
She saw me looking and giggled.
"You don't mind me sitting like this do you Mr Smithson?"
"Er, well, er I."
"I like being looked at, it makes me feel all funny."
"No, carry on, you're very pretty Candy."
She giggled again, and I felt my cock stirring, this was the stuff dreams were made of, wet dreams!
Slowly, she allowed her knees to fall apart, her panties were pulled up tightly in between the folds of her hairless little cunt.
"Sometimes I go to school without any knickers on at all."
"You shouldn't really sit like that you know Candy," I croaked, but I couldn't drag my eyes away from between her legs where the tiny panties were hardly covering her pussy.
"Sometimes, my teacher comes round to give me extra lessons." She was smiling at me and a finger was stroking the pink young flesh of her inner thigh.
"I always take them off for him so he can touch me."
The finger moved over onto the gauzy little panties.
"He says I've got a beautiful little cunt."
"You have Candy." I croaked, my bloody voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
"But you've not seen it Mr Smithson," she giggled, "You might not like it."
"I'm sure I will Candy."
"My teacher likes to lie on the floor and let me stand over his face Mr Smithson."
"Oh God."
"Is your cock getting hard?"
"Yes."
She crooked her finger under the garment and sighed.
"Ooh yes that's nice, I love playing with my pussy."
"Would you like me to lie on the floor?"
"Yes please Mr Smithson, but you have to do something first."
"What?"
She giggled again at my stupidity.
"You're very silly aren't you? You've got to take my knickers off of course!"
I got off my seat and knelt before her as she raised her skirt up around her waist. The panties were no more than a tiny triangle of sheer white lace tapering down to an almost non existent strip barely wide enough to cover the deliciously puckered skin around her anus.
"Ooh Candy," I moaned softly, "Leave those little panties on for a minute."
She smelt divine as I touched my nose to the gossamer thin material and inhaled her aroma; she giggled and held my head to her groin for a moment.
"You can keep them Mr Smithson, if you take them off now.