Chapter 2: Zoe-Ann

On Wednesday afternoon Saffie came home early, as she often does with having free periods, and she brought Zoe-Ann with her. My office is the converted roof space over the garage, at the side of the house, so as usual the first I knew about it was a text: “Home with zann x”.

“K :)” I replied. I gave a moment’s thought to what they might be going to get up to, but it wouldn’t be anything Saffie didn’t want, so I put it to one side and carried on with the set of graphics for my client’s new food product.

About an hour later a movement in the big window in the end wall caught my eye: the girls were setting out sunbeds on the patio. My peripheral vision had distracted me from my work because they were both in bikinis, and Zoe-Ann’s bikini had no more to it than Saffie’s.

In a millisecond I registered that it was brightly multicoloured, with long string ties, and was barely up to the task of covering her tits, which had to be a D. Unlike Saffie’s the cups were cups, with the neck straps at the sides, and they only reached a little over half-way up the plump mounds. The bikini bottoms were about the same size as Saffie’s, but on a bigger girl. When she bent over to lay her towel on the sunbed her pert ass was too much for it, and there was the top of her asscrack. I couldn’t help wriggling in my seat.

Saffie said something and Zoe-Ann laughed and said something back. Saffie passed her the tube of sunscreen and her friend began to spread it languidly over herself: her legs, then her arms, face, chest and back. It was erotic, with how slowly she was doing it, and the shape of her. She passed the tube back to Saffie and lay down on her front. Her back tapered stunningly down from her shoulders and up over an ass that was somewhat-covered, and too perfect to draw.

Saffie was spreading the cream now, and copying what her older friend had done. It was a performance too, and they were both giggling naughtily as she finished off up her back, and lay down on her front.

The sunbeds were quite close together, I was thinking. They’d put them in an area I could see from my window, when a bit further along they’d have been out of my line of sight. I saved my work. With using the computer screen I didn’t have the lights on, and from outside there are always a lot of reflections in the window, so I settled in to feast my eyes for a bit. The desk and screen are at right-angles to the window and a few feet from it, and the patio isn’t far from the garage, so I just had to swivel to have a pretty good view.

The girls lay chatting for a few minutes, in a desultory teen way, until Zoe-Ann seemed to think of something. She reached behind and undid her bikini strap. She tidied the long loose ends off onto the sunbed. Saffie rewarded her with a giggle, and she repeated the process with the neck tie. Saffie looked up at the office and I hastily looked away and down at the worktop, in case they could make out me perving them. I made a few notes and sketches on my pad, to keep my head looking down.

So it was a surprise when I heard the door open downstairs. No knock or anything. Zoe-Ann jogged confidently up the steps ... in her bikini. The top was on and done up again, but the lacy, flowery edging didn’t quite conceal the top of her areolae. The bottoms only just covered her bush, by the look of it, with one or two strands straying above its lacy, flowery edging. She strolled into the middle of the room, which is a large space.

“Saffie,” she smiled an electrifying smile, “is worried you might not want me going topless.”

“Oh, no that’s fine,” I blurted, trying to blank her tits, and the rest of her nearly-nude body, “no-one can see.”

“Cool,” she said. “I thought as you got her that bikini you wouldn’t mind. Perhaps I ought to ask my dad for a new one. Or money for one, to be honest.” She came over and looked at the screen, standing quite close in her overly small bikini - last year’s I could only guess. “So is this what you do?”

“Graphic design, yes.”

“Oh, I suppose that’s why your taste in bikinis is so hot. When she told me about it I had to see.”

“Last Sunday?”

“Well she mentioned it and I got her to send me a pic, she tried it on for me ... Photoshop?” She meant the program on screen. She was giving me her profile. For some reason my eyes dropped to her bare feet, which are perfect. Perfect arch, perfect straight toes. Above them her ankles are slim. Her calves are quite big, so the shape flows out, then in again to her knees, which have large kneecaps that don’t stick out too much. Above them her thighs curve out, back in below her ass, then her glutes take over to continue the perfect curve theme... “Are you thinking about ‘shopping me?”

“Oh, sorry,” I apologised, “I...” I managed to stop before I said something ridiculously corny.

“I’ll tell Saff you don’t mind after all,” she grinned. “She’s quite innocent isn’t she? Why don’t you come and sunbathe too, isn’t it a bit hot to be in here?”

What was she up to? “Alright,” I nodded, my eyes flitting between her perfect flat tummy, her half-bare tits, the edges of her nipples, her slender neck and her stunning, challenging face. I had to get away from her before my cock started acting up and I forgot I’m a loyal husband. I stood up, but instead of making way she stayed at the screen and made me almost brush past her to get to the staircase. I left her to it and fled down, into the house and up to the bedroom.

What to do? I really felt like a wank, but I also really felt like being near Zoe-Ann - a bit near, but not in danger of being cornered. I shouldn’t - I mean she is only fourteen; but Christ, there’s normal fourteen and there’s precocious all-ready and absolutely stunning fourteen ... well ... okay I could have a wank later, and not waste this time before she went home or the sun went in. Some moments have to be seized. I slipped my trunks on, grabbed a big towel and went back down, trying to appear cool. I took a sunbed from the summerhouse and carried it onto the patio...

Saffie was nearer to me, on the route from the summerhouse, and it would have been too obvious if I’d walked past her to be next to her topless friend ... who was lying on her back with her eyes closed. I set my sunbed up next to Saffie in her little white bikini, a modest couple of yards away. The girls’ sunbeds were only about a foot apart.

Zoe-Ann’s tits were like perfect, inflated hemispheres, looking stuck onto her lean chest, with large pale-pink nipples. They were nearly white, unlike the rest of her that was beginning to tan already with her pale-brunette complexion. The tops of her tits were as white as the bottom halves, with just a more tanned little triangle on the inside. So she didn’t normally wear this undersized bikini...