"I'm certainly glad someone like you bought the old Holmes place. It has needed some work for years and I think you might be just the one to brighten it up."
"Thank you Grace," replied Alana. "I'm excited by its potential. It has such great lines. Such depth. It just needs someone to master its potential."
Grace sighed as she listened to the girl and nodded. "I agree. Great lines. Someone to master it." She paused for a moment and then asked, "will your husband be joining you soon?"
Alana laughed. "No husband, Grace. This project is all mine."
"Well surely you have a boyfriend who will help you with the heavy work." Grace wanted to figure out the connections that this girl had.
"No boyfriend," replied Alana. And then she caught herself before Grace could jump to the wrong conclusions. "And no girlfriends. I'm strictly into men. But there are no special ones at the moment."
"A pity for them," Grace said. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I guess that your not having a boyfriend speaks volumes about the boys out there these days."
"Oh no," protested Alana in defense of the males of the universe. She leaned forward to make her point but then quickly backed off as her naked breasts brushed across the top of the table. She felt her blush returning. "There are many wonderful men out there. And I date many of them. But I am so busy with my job that I haven't had a chance to get serious with any of them. And now, with the house, I will have less time. So I guess you'll just have to live with a single neighbor for awhile."
Grace smiled. "I'll plan to do just that. How old are you, Alana?"
"I'm twenty five," she responded.
"A perfect age. So much potential," replied Grace.
"Are you married, Grace?" asked Alana. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding."
Grace sighed. "Widowed. And no, you are not intruding. It's a reasonable question. Now, it's just my daughter and me."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," replied Alana, truly sorry for the woman across the table from her.
"Don't be sorry, dear," reassured Grace. "It happened years ago. It was difficult at first, but I have successfully put the pieces back together."
Alana smiled. "Would you care for some more tea?"
"Yes, please. That would be delightful." Alana arose and put the teapot back on the stove.
"Shoulders back, girl," instructed Grace. "You are a walking masterpiece. Always display yourself properly."
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Alana without thinking as she straightened herself and pushed back her shoulders. And then she blushed as she realized she had called her new friend Ma'am and hoped that she had not offended her neighbor. Some people hated that title.
Grace caught the submissive tone in the response and raised her hand to hide the knowing smile that she knew must be creeping across her face. Alana busied herself with the fresh cups of tea and then sat down across from Grace.
"Can you tell me anything about the history of the house?" asked Alana eagerly.
"I can tell you about the last owners, but there's not much to tell. They were an older couple. He died about five years ago and then the house started to deteriorate. She died last year, and it has been ignored ever since. At least until this week. It has a whole new energy now."
Alana smiled brightly, hearing Grace's words. "I just think that it has so much potential. And I can't wait to bring it back to life."
"You're already bringing it back to life, girl," said Grace. "Seeing you dancing in that dining room told me that this house will have many exciting days ahead."
Alana blushed again as she remembered herself being discovered in her dance. "Well hopefully nobody else finds anything in the house quite like you did."
Alana found that she truly liked Grace. The woman had seemed odd at first and somewhat pushy. But after sharing two cups of tea with her, she was growing fond of her new neighbor.
"If that's how you really feel," responded Grace in a sad tone, "then I've done the world a great disservice. You looked magnificent. You looked free and natural and joyous as you moved through your house and danced. I want you to promise me something."
"Oh," replied Alana, somewhat surprised. "What's that?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll always be free and natural in your home. Well, you can't walk around naked when you have guests over. I understand that. But I want you to promise me that you'll always be naked when I come over and find you alone. Can you do that?"
Alana gulped. Was she hearing her neighbor correctly? It sounded too strange. But then she remembered how guilty Grace had said that she would feel if her earlier intrusion changed anything about Alana. She nodded slowly. "Yes, Ma'am, I suppose I can do that. But I can't work on the outside of the house that way."
Grace felt another thrill race through her body as she elicited another Ma'am from the girl but tried to hide her excitement.
"Good girl," Grace went on. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Why are you wearing panties anyways?"
"Dunno," replied a dumbfounded Alana. "I guess I just never got that far when I was undressing."
"Well, I think it's time to lose them."
Alana nodded slowly and then she reached beneath the table to remove her panties. She wasn't sure why she felt that it was the right thing to do, but somehow she knew that she should be totally naked in this house.
"Stand up and remove them," said Grace in a soft but definitely commanding voice. As if in a trance, Alana nodded and then stepped to the side of the table to be in full view of her new friend and reached down, drawing the panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then stood nervously wondering if there was anything else she should do.
"Another cup of tea would be splendid," remarked Grace as her eyes took in the sight of her new neighbor. The girl was magnificent and Grace's mind was churning as she tried to think of what to do next. Other than the pink thin line around the girl's hips where the waist band had been pressing against her flawless flesh, the girl was a perfect specimen. Even her pubic hair was a perfect example of perfect grooming with its light blonde hair having been trimmed to a little upside down teardrop.
Alana went back to the sink to refill the teapot and set it back on the stove as Grace spoke again. "And I agree with you that you can't work outside like that. In fact, it would probably give Mr. Franklin across the street a heart attack. He's not used to such beauty. I'll come over Saturday morning and help you pick out some things that could be appropriate for outdoors work."
"Yes Ma'am," replied Alana as she refilled the cups. She brought them back to the table but, as she did, Grace pushed out the chair beside herself in an obvious invitation to the naked girl to sit there instead of across the table from her guest. Alana sat down in the proffered chair and offered Grace her cup.
"Thank you, dear," smiled Grace. "You are such a gracious hostess."
"This is going much too well," thought Grace. "Should I push for more or play this catch slowly?" She decided that a slow but determined approach was better and said her goodbyes after they had finished their third cup of tea.
Alana laid in bed, sleepless, for much of the night. She tried to blame it on all of the caffeine in the tea, but every time she moved her legs, she was aware of the slickness of her sex. She was not familiar with the emotions running through her but knew that there was something very sexual about it. Finally, she reached between her legs and stroked her clit to orgasm, allowing herself to finally drift off to sleep.