Someone is at the door

Ding, dong.

Reluctantly, you are roused from a deep sleep as the sound of your doorbell rudely brings you back to reality. Bleary-eyed, you stumble out of bed and fumble with your bathrobe, just barely having the presence of mind to not answer the door in the buff. The doorbell rings a couple more times before you finally make your way downstairs and open the front door.

"Dave! Oh, thank goodness you're home!" Your neighbor Shauna says to you from the other side of the door. Shauna and her husband Mike are both in their early forties and moved in next door a couple of years ago along with their two teenaged children Matt and Vanessa, although Matt moved out last fall when he went off to college. Suzy and Shauna work out together, and she routinely smokes Suzy in their workouts despite the affects of age and motherhood on her body. Her long dark curly hair is pulled back in a pony tail, though several strands have gotten loose and have plastered themselves against her cheeks. She's wearing a tank top, a pair of sweatpants, and sneakers, and she is muddy and drenched from head to toe. "Our main water line burst! Mike is out of town this weekend, so it's just Vanessa and me. We got the water shut off, but we can't get a plumber out to fix it until Monday... Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." she apologizes, just now noticing you answered the door in your bathrobe.

"No, no. It's okay. Is there anything I can do to help?" you ask. In that moment, Shauna's teenage daughter Vanessa, tall and slender with long dark hair that contrast starkly with her pale blue eyes, walks up behind her mother and is equally soaked and muddy. "If you need to shower or wash your clothes..."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose..." Shauna starts to decline your offer before her daughter interrupts.

"That would be great, Mr. Jones!" Vanessa says as she moves to rush inside, but her mother catches her by the arm before she can make her way through the door.

"Hold on, young lady," says Shauna sternly.

"C'mon Mom, I didn't get to shower after my workout this morning, it's laundry day and all my clothes are dirty, and we're both covered in this gross mud from trying to shut that fucking outside valve," Vanessa argues.

"Nessa, Language!" her mother says harshly, but then her expression softens. "Okay, go get something to change into after you shower and..."

"Mom, I just said all my clothes are dirty," Vanessa interrupts, rolling her eyes indignantly.

"I think Suzy has some clothes that might fit," you interject.

"Okay then, problem solved," Vanessa says cheerfully as she slips off her muddy shoes and slides her athletic frame past her mother and into the house. Shauna frowns, but then sighs in resignation.

"Okay, fine. I don't have anything clean to wear either," she says as she slips off her shoes and follows her daughter inside.

"There are clean towels in the guest bathroom. I'll find some clothes for you and set them outside the door," you say to Vanessa as she happily bounces down the hallway. Your eyes follow her smooth toned legs and sweet young ass until she turns the corner and vanishes from sight.

"Ah-hem," Shauna deliberately clears her throat to get your attention. She has her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face that is betrayed by a half-hidden grin. "You can look at my daughter all you want, Dave, but it's not polite to point."

Confused, you give her a puzzled look. She glances down at your crotch, and you follow the path of her eyes to see your solid erection poking out between the folds of your bathrobe. "Oh shit! I'm sorry," you apologize as you move to cover yourself up. You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I don't think she even noticed," Shauna says a little more softly. The sternness in her expression fades, but her eyes linger before looking back up to you. "You know she just turned eighteen, but she's still so innocent and naive. Sometimes I wonder if..." her sentence trails off as she looks off into the direction where her daughter went.

"If..." you say, prompting her to finish the sentence. She shakes her head, clearly not willing to finish the personal thought out loud just yet.

"Never mind. Oh no, I'm making such a mess!" she gestures at the puddle around her feet as she drips muddy water on your floor.

"It's fine. Here, you can use the shower in the master bathroom. I'll get you some clean towels," you tell her.

"I doubt Suzy has any clothes that will fit me though," she says. You look her up and down and think she's probably right. She's about the same height as Suzy, but her hips are definitely broader and her breasts are larger and fill out her clothes in a way that Suzy's outfits wouldn't be able to accommodate very well.

"That's okay. I'll wash your clothes, and you can wear Suzy's bathrobe until they're dry," you say helpfully.

She raises an eyebrow. "Nice try, Dave, but I'm not so sure I trust you handling my panties after what I just saw," she says with a stern yet playful tone as she takes a few steps closer to you. Leaning in, she half-whispers, "I'll do my own laundry, thank you." She punctuates her sentence by lightly tapping on the tip of your tenting bathrobe down at your crotch, causing you to jump a little. That half-hidden grin finally comes into full view as she turns to go upstairs to the master bathroom. You follow closely behind her, enjoying the view of her gorgeous full ass in front of you.