The day started pretty much like any other Saturday. I was off on my usual week-end treasure hunting expedition. I packed my metal detector in the car together with my maps and a packed lunch, kissed my wife goodbye and headed out of town. Earlier that week I had found an area of land on an old map that looked to be a promising new hunting ground. It was the site of an old settlement that was very close to a disused gold mine. Now I was on my way to visit Mr Rogers the landowner, to ask permission to begin hunting on his land.
Mr Rogers was a veterinary surgeon, and he lived in a large, rambling farmhouse covered in clinging ivy. I pulled into the driveway, parked up and rang the bell. After a few moments the door opened and I was surprised to see in front of me a beautiful young woman aged about 19. She had long blonde hair, full lips and the most amazing sky blue eyes. She was dressed in a long, Victorian style light cotton nightdress which, because of the nature of the fabric and the sunlit window behind her, was virtually transparent. I could plainly see her full breasts, large nipples and the shadowy dark triangle between her thighs. Of all the things that could of greeted me when the door opened this was by far the most unexpected. She was absolutely stunning.