THE PORCH

We were at least now out of the rain. I rang the bell again after a bit and the overhead light went on and the door opened. Standing there was a thirty something man who was clean shaven and looked attractive in a rough kind of way. I could see his eyes quickly scan both of us and then center for a moment on Stacy's breasts. He snapped out of it quickly though when he caught me staring at him and then I said "So sorry to disturb you but we have a flat and would like to use your phone to call my husband if we may Sir". He turned and looked at me a moment and his eyes wandered down to my breasts and I know my bra was now clearly visible to him. He looked up again and held out his hand and said "Sorry to hear that Ma'am my name is Jim and yes you can use the phone" and he continued holding out his hand waiting for me to shake it. I realized what he was doing and quickly brought my hand up to meet his and felt a wave of relief flood over me as here was a respectable person. I grasped his hand and shook it saying "Thank you Jim, I am Claire and this is my daughter Stacy". With mentioning her name I turned to look at her and saw that the tank top was hanging too low again and caught her eye and motioned for her to fix it while turning back to look at Jim. I saw that he stared at her as she fixed the top quickly and it seemed a slight smile crossed his lips but it was hard to tell with the lighting conditions. He then let go of my hand and stood back while holding the door open and beckoned us inside while saying out loud "get yourself decent boys and watch your language we have some damsels in distress!" After a slight pause he then added "Hey Jesse they need to use the phone so tell your lady friend you will call her back." He then chuckled and turned and smiled at me as I walked past him saying "No fear Ma'am they are all good guys." Stacy and I entered the house.

He stood back against the door but just barely left a space for Stacy and I to walk past. I really needed to use the phone so decided to press on now that we had gotten this far. As I squeezed past him he just looked at my wet blouse and thus my breasts. I thought to myself my makeup must also have run some and so I must have looked quite the sight to him. I then had a terrifying thought about how Stacy was dressed and stopped paying attention to Jim and turned and looked back at Stacy. She could see the way Jim was leering at her mother and her hands instinctively pulled the sweater up on her shoulders and wrapped it tightly about her. Once one hand was able to hold the sweater together her other hand reached down and pulled the skirt down some. She then looked up at me and I smiled weakly and she reciprocated. Stacy then squeezed by Jim also but he did not get a free peek! I was so proud of her! He then closed the door and turned to us and said "Step into the Play Room Ladies they won't bite!" With that I tentatively walked around the short hallway and into what Jim called the 'Play Room'.