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Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer In Maine: Part 1
Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.
I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got
out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I
figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left.
It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads
with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they
did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing
wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running
now. Luckily we had the tourists.
I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped
into the little corner store.
"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded
at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by
the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the
back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.
"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She
asked.
"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses
me out of the house." I chuckled.
"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and
we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's
on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money.
It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if
she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."
"Sure, where is it going?" I said.
She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me
the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula
refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks
turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked
around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a
woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun
completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she
may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered
on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her
towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the
sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a
belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair
dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting
red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was
going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.
I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and
cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I
decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the
kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox.
Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left
the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at
her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold.
She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I
took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened
the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The
loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the
realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled
onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't
heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.
She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an
accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The
scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at
while she was sunbathing.
I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I
asked, curious about her accent.
"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in
hell did you come from?" She replied.
"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your
groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."
She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare
taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.
"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?"
She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned
and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up
cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around
her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts
weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended
neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly.
She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and
started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got
to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for
stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.
She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well
come on in."
I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting
down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked
under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she
was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to
wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel
to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.
"Paula said that you have an account." I held up
my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."
She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long
blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the
trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was
busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach
towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you
already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin
turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel
back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out
straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.
"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.
"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and
I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She
replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped
into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in
front than a moment before.
"Thanks." I nodded.
"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get
them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."
I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery.
I'm Pete."
"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand.
"I'm Summer."
I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up
until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had
mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when
her brow went up. I felt myself blush.
"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer
asked. I nodded.
"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in
the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."
"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured,
she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my
shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.
She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and
walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the
process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the
door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared
back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo
with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.
"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything
left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I
opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I
heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd
pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her
hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down.
"Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"
I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting
her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I
took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle
and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under
fallen bangs.
"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both
hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin
smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad
it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down
on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes
floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic
bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there
wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.
"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile
"again."
"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She
asked.
"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out
there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want
you to burn, or worse." I said.
She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a
moment she added, "West Virginia."
"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her
with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat
there enjoying our tea.
"You said this was on your way? Where were you
going?" Summer asked.
"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the
road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right.
He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was
going to see if he needed any help this summer."
She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down
her leg from the condensation on the bag.
"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want
to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick
thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were
headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her
foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you
leave."
"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.
She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just
going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled
up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this
wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white
paw."
I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the
items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.
"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the
bottle.
"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often,
especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for
the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the
towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start
unrolling the bandage.
I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster
trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from
her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee
table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the
clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails
a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to
notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand
away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and
apologized.
"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my
ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took
the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back
with a swallow of her tea.
"I should take these with food." She took her foot
off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair
preparing to get up.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.
"I was going to go see what was in those bags to
eat." She said.
"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered
quickly.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than
you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward
again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.
"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you
like?"
"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into
the chair. "What did you bring?"
I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a
little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I
peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey.
The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on
the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her
waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She
finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each
nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of
her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question.
She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to
cover up.
I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the
bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I
handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.
"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and
reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You
didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she
handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."
I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I
asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide,
she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was
only a bad sprain.
"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at
the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.
"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.
"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle
touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.
"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She
nodded.
She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it
in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an
entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies,
anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized
by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from
it.
"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the
truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me
the chips, and I took a few.
"What are your plans from here?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to
be when I grow up." I said chuckling.
She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel.
She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled
up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began
rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there
was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the
warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the
dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a
girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the
ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.
"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been
watching every movement she made.
I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No.
I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."
She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh
slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.
"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if
you ask me." She smirked.
"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical
look.
She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment,
then down at my lap, and nodded.
I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled,
then busted out laughing.
"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were
born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.
I stammered.
"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be
embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She
reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent
a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her
dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her
eyes studying me as I tried not to look.
She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever
seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I
said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls
go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their
tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.
Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping
tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment
of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and
come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up,
and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through,
pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples
stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from
under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't
sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast.
It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my
thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed
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Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.
A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast
at Explicit Stories.
I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got
out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I
figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left.
It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads
with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they
did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing
wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running
now. Luckily we had the tourists.
I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped
into the little corner store.
"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded
at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by
the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the
back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.
"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She
asked.
"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses
me out of the house." I chuckled.
"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and
we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's
on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money.
It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if
she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."
"Sure, where is it going?" I said.
She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me
the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula
refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks
turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked
around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a
woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun
completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she
may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered
on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her
towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the
sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a
belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair
dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting
red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was
going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.
I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and
cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I
decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the
kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox.
Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left
the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at
her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold.
She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I
took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened
the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The
loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the
realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled
onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't
heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.
She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an
accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The
scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at
while she was sunbathing.
I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I
asked, curious about her accent.
"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in
hell did you come from?" She replied.
"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your
groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."
She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare
taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.
"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?"
She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned
and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up
cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around
her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts
weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended
neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly.
She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and
started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got
to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for
stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.
She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well
come on in."
I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting
down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked
under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she
was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to
wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel
to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.
"Paula said that you have an account." I held up
my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."
She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long
blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the
trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was
busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach
towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you
already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin
turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel
back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out
straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.
"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.
"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and
I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She
replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped
into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in
front than a moment before.
"Thanks." I nodded.
"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get
them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."
I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery.
I'm Pete."
"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand.
"I'm Summer."
I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up
until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had
mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when
her brow went up. I felt myself blush.
"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer
asked. I nodded.
"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in
the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."
"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured,
she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my
shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.
She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and
walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the
process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the
door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared
back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo
with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.
"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything
left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I
opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I
heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd
pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her
hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down.
"Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"
I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting
her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I
took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle
and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under
fallen bangs.
"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both
hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin
smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad
it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down
on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes
floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic
bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there
wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.
"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile
"again."
"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She
asked.
"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out
there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want
you to burn, or worse." I said.
She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a
moment she added, "West Virginia."
"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her
with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat
there enjoying our tea.
"You said this was on your way? Where were you
going?" Summer asked.
"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the
road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right.
He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was
going to see if he needed any help this summer."
She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down
her leg from the condensation on the bag.
"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want
to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick
thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were
headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her
foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you
leave."
"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.
She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just
going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled
up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this
wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white
paw."
I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the
items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.
"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the
bottle.
"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often,
especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for
the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the
towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start
unrolling the bandage.
I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster
trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from
her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee
table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the
clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails
a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to
notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand
away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and
apologized.
"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my
ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took
the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back
with a swallow of her tea.
"I should take these with food." She took her foot
off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair
preparing to get up.
"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.
"I was going to go see what was in those bags to
eat." She said.
"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered
quickly.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than
you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward
again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.
"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you
like?"
"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into
the chair. "What did you bring?"
I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a
little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I
peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey.
The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on
the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her
waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She
finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each
nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of
her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question.
She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to
cover up.
I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the
bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I
handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.
"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and
reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You
didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she
handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."
I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I
asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide,
she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was
only a bad sprain.
"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at
the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.
"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.
"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle
touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.
"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She
nodded.
She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it
in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an
entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies,
anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized
by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from
it.
"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the
truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me
the chips, and I took a few.
"What are your plans from here?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to
be when I grow up." I said chuckling.
She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel.
She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled
up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began
rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there
was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the
warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the
dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a
girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the
ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.
"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been
watching every movement she made.
I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No.
I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."
She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh
slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.
"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if
you ask me." She smirked.
"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical
look.
She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment,
then down at my lap, and nodded.
I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled,
then busted out laughing.
"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were
born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.
I stammered.
"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be
embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She
reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent
a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her
dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her
eyes studying me as I tried not to look.
She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever
seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I
said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls
go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their
tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.
Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping
tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment
of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and
come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up,
and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through,
pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples
stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from
under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't
sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast.
It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my
thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed
wh