In upper state Maine, there is a small village not very far from Bangor. It is a very picturesque little community, hidden back in the mountains, where the residents pass their peaceful and happy lives, lights years away from the maddening rush of the big cities. Here the winters are bitterly cold with relentless snow storms and biting north winds, in which one must dress accordingly to protect themselves against frost bite when venturing out, but in the late spring, the warm winds melt the snow,and the trees are all abloom with freshly budding leaves, and flowers, that send a fresh aroma through the air, to remind one that summer is near. In these mountains, summers can sometimes get as hot the winters are cold. It was on such a hot summer evening that the event I am about to relate took place.
That August day, as the little village stood sweltering under the hot summer sun , Mrs. Johnson decided to lay down for a nap in her room. She usually did this on hot days, just to make the time go by a little quicker. She would let the fan blow on her, just to provide a little relief. Mrs. Johnson's husband was working and would not be back until 5:00 PM and her son was out at the lake fishing. Her only daughter Brenda had been watching television when she laid down, and up until now, it looked like a typical evening at the Johnsons. Brenda's mind was busy though. She was really very hot and she thought about how nice it would be to go outside and turn the hose on herself and feel the coolness of the water flowing down her skin. She could put on her string bikini that she had not had a chance to wear all summer and it would really be wonderful to be so nearly naked as the cool drops of liquid rolled along her skin, immersing her in wet coolness. Immediately she went to her room, undressed, and slipped into her bikini.
She then stood there admiring herself in the large wall mirror. She was a beautiful girl, and she had bloomed a lot in the last few years. Her breast had now increased to a size 37, and she was pleased at the way they bulged over the top of her bikini strap that barely contained them. Her eyes then moved down to her narrow waist and firm abdomen, that so well accentuated her firm round ass, so well revealed by the thin strip around her thighs. As she turned, she was delighted
to see how much of her lush cheeks were exposed on both sides of the narrow strip that clung lovingly along her ass. She could not help but do a little wiggle dance as her voluptuous lips worked into a smile. She then took a brush and combed her blonde lots down over her shoulders, so much admiring the sexy woman that was looking back at her rather than the little girl she ounce saw. She then headed for the yard and the water hose.
That same evening Larry Thomas was in his back yard washing his boat. Larry and his wife lived right next the Johnsons. Larry worked at a local plant and his wife was a school teacher. They had four children. That evening, Larry's wife had taken the kids to a local amusement park in Bangor, while her husband had stayed at home to finish some chores around the house. The next evening they planned to go boat riding and do some fishing at the lake as a family activity. That is why
Larry was cleaning the boat. Larry had taken his shirt off to get some relief from the intense heat, that he could feel coming up in waves as his hands moved the soapy rag across the metal surface of the boat. The heat was so oppressive that he felt like going inside, but his desire to finish the job made him continue. Larry was a powerfully built man with the kind of physique that you would find on the cover of women's magazine and with his dark hair and handsome features, he often
got a lot of attention from women, but he loved his wife and he was a committed family man, or at least he had never given his wife a reason to doubt him, and their marriage was said to be a happy one.
As Larry went about his chore, he happened to notice the young girl in his neighbor's yard spraying herself with a water hose. He had known this girl and her family since he and his wife had moved in five years before. He had watched her bloom and develop into a young woman, but he had never seen her like this. His eyes became riveted on her as she stood there in her bikini, with the hose turned up in the air, and a spray of water droplets falling on and dripping down her lush skin. her golden hair slick and shinny, her head turned upward toward the sky, and her eyes closed as the water splashed on her lovely face and down over her shoulders. To him, she appeared as Venus, having just rose out of the water, mostly naked, except for the two thin strips of fabric, designed to reveal her assets, rather cover them, and display the glistening flesh of her upturned breast, and down along her thin waist, to her well rounded ass cheeks and lush thighs, so well enhanced by the micro thin strip that stretched around them. At times she would bend over, so as to allow him to look right down her pleasure box only half covered by the fabric, and with her public hairs sticking out from underneath. At one point she seemed aware that he was looking at her as she turned and sent a sweet smile in his direction. Larry felt his mouth going dry and he tried to fight the feeling of lust consuming him as he watched her.
Brenda knew that Larry was watching her. This did not bother her at all. In fact she loved knowing that his eyes were on her and that his mind was filled with lust for her. It also did not bother her that he was a married man, and it even gave her a sense of pride to know that a man so committed to his wife and family would be interested in her, and she could not think of a more handsome man. As she glanced at him, her eyes roved over his lean muscular form, and she begin to think of how wonderful it would be for him to make love to her. Even thinking about it made her go weak, and she begin to imagine his strong hands caressing her and holding her body next to his. The more she thought of this, the more she wanted him, until the desire became a consuming passion to her. She begin to think of a way that she might be able to get close to him and start some kind of talk that might led to something. She came up with a plan. She would tell him that her mother needed to borrow some sugar and then she would start a conversation him. She then went into the house, got a cup out of the cabinet, then walked through the garage and into the yard toward Mr. Johnson's gate.
Larry had seen the young girl suddenly disappear from the yard. He was just thinking that she had gone in the house, when suddenly the gate opened and she stood right in front of him, with a sweet smile her face. Her sudden appearance in his yard was a surprise, but a very pleasant one indeed. It was really hard for Larry to control himself as his eyes wondered over the young girl as she stood there, clad only in her bikini and with water still dripping down her lush skin, her prominent breast rising over her bikini top. It took all he could do to smile and casually ask the young girl what she wanted.