Summer In Maine: Part 2 . Lesson Two, and Two and a half. Peter’s Inner Rockstar. by Member389. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. This summer job wasn’t turning out the way I’d thought. So far I’d mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there’s a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Chrissy asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn’t shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn’t hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return. I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath, and she shooed me out of the bathroom.  One night we watched a late movie I slept over and ended up on the couch. Something didn’t seem right about all of this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn’t even happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was carrying a little higher, tonight, I’d say something tonight. I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into the living room, she wasn’t there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Chrissy was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out “Yes!” She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her breathing was fast and shallow. “How long have you been watching?” She asked, not looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic. “Just a couple minutes.” I said quietly looking down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She had raised her head and was looking at me. “What’s the matter?” She asked gently. I shrugged and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries. “I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I’ll put them on ice in the fridge.” I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Chrissy was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance. “Please tell me what’s bothering you.” I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a couple other items in the fridge. “Nothing.” I said, unconvincingly. “It’s just…” I started. I looked over at her and said. “Never mind.” I walked out to the yard looking around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up beside me. “I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky, everything seems so much simpler.” She said softly. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp. “Why?” I asked softly. “Why what, Pete?” She asked with surprising sincerity. “Why haven’t we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask me.” She urged. Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared. “Yes!” I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder. “Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for you?”