© 2001

I couldn't believe this girl was being serious. Sarah has a great body especially her arse, yet she is moaning about it being too big.

Sarah is 19, slim but not skinny, with a woman's, rather than a girl's, figure. Though quite pretty, Sarah seems to have a bit of an inferiority complex. Maybe it's hanging around with my daughter Amy. Amy is so strong willed she has that effect on many of her friends; her personality simply overpowers them.

This evening Amy is supposed to be meeting Sarah here before they are going on to some club or other. As usual she's late. Sarah has dressed for the night in a short, low cut and tight dress. Her bra pushes her firm breasts up into a delightful cleavage. One of the advantages of having Amy living with me is her many friends; they all use our house as a meeting point, giving me ample opportunity to admire their young nubile bodies. I've lost count of the amount of times I'd been tormented during long, hot summer days. (see "Torment Resolved")

Sarah had just been complaining that she couldn't find any clothes that didn't make her backside look fat. I'd laughed and told her that she was not in the least bit fat when the phone had rang. It was Amy asking me to tell Sarah that she was still at work and would be a couple of hours yet, but to wait as she still wanted to go out; they'd just have to skip a few early drinks.

I pass the message on to Sarah and she just nods. Amy always puts work ahead of anything else and is invariably late. I sit down opposite Sarah and study her quite openly. She is average height, around 5'6" with short dark hair. Her breasts are on the small side and she has a nice trim waist. I guess her figure to be 34-24-36.

Her legs are by far her best assets with just the right amount of muscle, in exactly the right places. I'd often thought of running my hands up those sexy legs.

Aware of my study she asks, 'Well?'

'You're no Kate Moss, thankfully,' I respond, 'but you're still slim and a very attractive young woman.'

'Slim?' Sarah grimaces and stands up turning her lovely firm arse towards me 'Call this slim? I certainly don't.'

I look at the offered rump with unconcealed pleasure. 'I call it a glorious arse,' I say laughing. 'A perfect specimen.'

Seeing me laugh, Sarah smiles, 'Thanks. But you're only saying that to cheer me up. I look at all my mates and I'm massive in comparison.'

'But all your friends still have girls' figures, whilst yours is a woman's.' I answer seriously. Sarah is still standing there bending slightly away from me, her tight skirt outlining her firm buttocks clearly. Without thinking I added, 'I know whose arse I'd love to lay my hands on.'

Sarah laughs again, properly this time, 'David! I didn't realise you were a dirty old man.'

I hold my hands up in the air. 'Guilty as charged,' I say, 'When I stop admiring beautiful young women like you then I'll be in, or at least ready for, my grave.'