A Friendly neighbour

"Good morning Sophie!"

Sophie froze for half a second, before spinning on her heel and looking down the street. Slowly walking towards her was her next door neighbour, a man in his late fifties, named Fred. "Out for your morning jog?" He asked with a chuckle. "I wish I still had your energy."

Sophie stared at him almost unable to move. She was stood there with her panties around her ankles, and only the hem of her shirt preventing him from getting an instant view of her exposed pussy. "Um... yes..." She stammered, "it's a lovely morning for it."

Fred grinned at her and nodded. "Yes, I've just been down supermarket to grab a few things," he told her, indicating at the shopping bags in his hands.

Sophie just stared at him for a moment. Had he not noticed the panties around her ankles? She wanted desperately to pull them back up, but if he hadn't noticed then the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to the fact. "That's great," she said, trying to sound as casual as she possibly could.

"I've got my mother staying with me for the week," Fred continued, "so I've had to pick up a few bits. What about you? How's your family?"

A slight breeze wafted between Sophie's legs, reminding her that she was bottomless having what seemed like a perfectly normal conversation. "They're fine," she told him nervously. "But, I should probably get going."

"Oh yes, of course," Fred chuckled. "I shouldn't keep you from your run, feel free to dash off, although I'd love the company if you wanted to walk together."