Summer Girl (3 page)

“Sorry!” Brie said as leapt out of the truck
hoping her parents didn't see her with her swimsuit clutched in her
hand.

“That's okay,” her dad said, grabbing the
mower out of the back.

“Where are you going?” said Brie
absentmindedly, walking into the open garage.

“The Country Hen”. In Wartsburg,” said
Mom.

“Have fun and have her back by 11:00,'” said
Brie, impishly to her dad as she disappeared into the house and ran
up to her room. She walked to her second floor window that looked
out over the town, and Lake Willard beyond. There, along the shore,
almost obscured by trees, was Brad's house, looking different than
everything around it.

Brie finished the Bartlett's lawn at 9:45,
but instead of jumping in the lake, she pushed her mower back up
the lawn. She had to be at Brad's at 10:00. And, besides, she
didn't have her regular one-piece on today.

She had only worn her blue bikini once
before. It was at the Trestle Memorial Day Picnic and she vowed to
never wear in public again (at least not in this town). Sorry Mr.
Bartlett, this bathing suit would be reserved for Brad Merle. You
couldn't handle it anyway.

But if Brie ever needed to cool off, now was
the time. She had never been more uncomfortable. Even now in
mid-morning, the temperature was in the eighties and the muggy air
was stifling.

Brie lifted her mower into her Tundra, this
time struggling, still mindful of Brad's display of strength the
day before.

Inside the truck, she turned on the AC but
the Freon needed to be changed. All that was coming out was
lukewarm air.

She made the ten-minute trip across town in
five minutes, skidding into Brad's circular driveway. She opened
the car door. She exited in slow motion, giving Brad plenty of time
to greet her in the driveway and lift her mower out of the
back.

She unlatched the rear gate, slowly. And then
she waited.

Thirty seconds later she gave up. Brie
reached into the truck bed and lifted the lawn mower herself. In
today's heat the mower seemed to weigh twice as much.

Brie filled the small gas tank then wheeled
the mower to the side of the yard facing the pool. She bounded up
the stairs to the sliding glass door and knocked. Seconds passed
and there was no response. Brad must be on a conference call.

She bounded down the steps and started the
mower. After twenty feet she stopped and had an idea. Why wait till
she was finished with her mowing to show off? Brie peeled off her
tank top and shorts, revealing her blue bikini. It wasn't a thong
but didn't have to be since it showed plenty of real estate— and
what it didn't show, it heavily implied. And if Mr. Fugleson next
door caught a glimpse of her she would just chalk it up to
collateral damage.

Brie started the mower and began her circuit.
She laughed. The grass looked no different than it did the day
before. She wouldn't be filling a single bag of grass today. And
since the grass had just been cut the day, before it was impossible
to make her usual straight lines. But the short grass provided no
resistance, making it feel like she was wheeling the mower along
the sidewalk.

Brie made sure her back was arched. She
closely monitored every opportunity to bend over the mower (usually
when she started a row or was pushing the mower up the hill),
causing her beautiful ass to splay out, stretching her Gluteus
Maximus. But since no one was witnessing this magnificent display
of ripe womanhood, it didn't make a sound.

Dark clouds were massing to west. Every time
Brie looked up they seemed to be a few miles closer. She checked
the hedge trimming that she had done the day before and fixed a few
of the missed areas (the boo-boos that had resulted in her
spankings).

She wheeled the mower to the driveway
(leaving it for Brad to lift) and jumped in the pool. If Brad had
been watching any of her bikini-mowing, he would now be at the
breaking point. He’d ravish her with his chiseled torso (covered in
a downy coat of chest hair). She imagined his muscled, naked body
running out the house, his steel erection bobbing in front of him
as he leaped into the pool and harpooned her with cock. But Brie
looked up again at the large picture windows and saw no sign of any
leering man stuck on an endless conference call gazing outside
adoringly.

Okay,
Fine.

Brie climbed out of the pool and was
immediately cooled by the breeze. Despite the chill she reached
behind her and unclasped her top and for the first time felt wind
on her bare breasts. She pulled the bottoms down over her hips,
sliding both halves of her bikini under the leg of a chaise lounge
to anchor them. Cold, she nevertheless took her time circling the
pool naked, taking long, slow strides, stopping and examining
various noteworthy things on the pool deck, crouching over,
twisting and turning her body in every possible way. In minutes she
had dried off and was no longer shivering.

She sat at the edge of the pool, leaning
backwards onto the pool deck, propping herself up on her elbows,
her large breasts and flat stomach were on display for some lucky
observer. But still no Brad.

“Brie?”

Standing at the pool gate was Brad's
neighbor, and Brie’s lawn-care customer, Mr. Fugleson. He was
looking right at her.

“Agh!” Brie screamed as she leaped into the
pool.

“I—I can come back later,” said Mr.
Fugleson.

“No, no that's okay...” said Brie, surfacing,
sure that she was now completely covered by the water.

“I was looking for Brad...” he said,
stammering.

“I don't think Brad is here—that's why I'm
here—I didn't think anyone was home. I wouldn't do this if anyone
was home, but you can try knocking.”

“I need to pick-up my nail gun,” said
Fugleson.

“I see,” said Brie. “Well, give it a
try.”

“Its going to storm,” said Mr. Fugleson,
looking up. “You might want to get out of the pool. You can take
shelter at my house if you want.”

“Thank you, but I live five minutes
away.”

Mr. Fugleson walked up the steps and knocked
on the sliding glass door. He was over forty, sort of handsome
but.... though he was not fat, he was slightly stooped and looked
kind of squishy. His wife, Mrs. Fugleson was nice, but was shaped
like a block.

To Brie's surprise the sliding door opened.
“Oh, hi Tony... what's up?” said Brad.

“I was wondering if I could get the nail gun
back from you,” said Mr. Fugleson. “I need it for my
birdhouse.”

“You bet. Come on in— oh hi, Brie! The lawn
looks great!” Brad and Tony Fugleson disappeared inside.

“Fuck you.” Brie murmured, pounding a fist
into the water.
That scumbag!
He had his fun with me
yesterday and he's already kicked me to the curb!
Brie saw her
bikini and shorts held in place under the leg of the chaise. Twenty
feet separated her from them. How long would Mr. Fugleson be
inside? Should she risk trying to grab them?

The door opened and out came Mr. Fugleson
holding a nail gun. “...Thanks, Brad,” as he shut the sliding glass
door behind him. He walked down the steps slowly, his eyes locked
on Brie. “I saw you mowing here today, but weren't you also here
yesterday too?”

“I didn't finish so I had to come back,” said
Brie.

“You were also wearing a lovely bikini— one
that you have since discarded. I never saw you wearing anything
like that when you did
my
lawn.”

“I just bought it yesterday, said Brie,
cringing at the come-on. “Maybe I can wear it when I do your lawn
next week?”

“I just don't want to be left out,” smiled
Mr. Fugleson, looking up into the sky again. “It looks bad.”

“I'm leaving now—as soon as you leave,” Brie
said glancing over at her clothes across the pool deck.

“Oh right— bye,” Mr. Fugleson said as he
disappeared around the corner.

The dark sky that had been rolling in from
the west had arrived and was now swirling right above her.
Electrical storms were not unusual in the mountains in the
summertime but this dark mass spinning above frightened her. It was
a green color that Brie had never seen before.

There was a roar in the distance. It was the
sound of wind tearing through the birch and pines, growing louder,
covering the distance rapidly. Suddenly, the wall of wind was upon
her sending umbrellas and deck furniture into the pool. Branches
and leaves choked the air around her. She could see her clothes and
bikini blow past her.
My phone!

No, wait, there it was—it had slid across the
pool deck until it was wedged into corner. She lifted herself out
of the pool, shocked at the thirty-degree temperature drop and dove
back in. When Brie came to the surface, she was hit by a battery of
rain blowing sideways and stinging her face.

Brie swam to the side of the pool towards the
direction of the wind, scrunching herself underneath the lip of the
pool. It sheltered herself from the onslaught, her mouth just an
inch above the water line. The wind sounded like a carwash blower.
In an instant she felt herself go light, rising up out of the water
into the freezing wind. She was being sucked out of the pool.

Twister!

S
he felt a massive force under her
arms. Through the blinding rain she could see someone bending over
and scooping her out of the pool like a skyhook. He lifted her
naked body to him in his massive arms, the rain pummeling her so
hard that it felt like being pelted with buckshot. “What are you
doing out here?!” Brad yelled above the tempest. Cradling Brie, he
ran up the stairs and into the house. Brie was now freezing,
shaking uncontrollably.

With one hand Brad flung open the twelve foot
tall sliding glass door open and hauled her body inside. Dry,
air-conditioned air replaced the wet wind from outside but it still
drained the warmth from Brie's wet body.

The door slid shut behind them and the howl
of the storm became a dull muffle. Brad carried her to the large
white sofa and set her down. He could see her shaking.

Brad ran off and returned with two large
towels. He slid one underneath the girl, wrapping it around Brie’s
torso. He took the second towel, tousling her hair with it for half
a minute and wrapping it around her damp hair like a turban.

Brad could see that that Brie was still
shivering. He ran his hands up and down her sides. “Brie, what the
fuck are you doing out there?! Are you nuts?!”

“I-I was waiting for you...” she said
stuttering.

“I was on a three hour conference call... I
couldn't get away...”

“But you let Mr. Fugleson in...” Brie said,
pushing the words out through her naked, shaking body.

“I was just finishing the call when he
knocked,” Brad said, opening her towel and looking down at her
body. Brad enveloped her in his arms, pulling her to a sitting
position, and in one smooth movement he pushed his mouth to hers
while rubbing her with both hands. Brad's mouth was warm and Brie
clung to him, accepting his tongue. She wanted to say “I love you”
but that's something a young girl would say that an older married
man would not want to hear. Instead, she pulled at his shorts,
fumbling with his zipper, pulling down his pants. She felt his
massive erection, warm and thick in her hand. She tried stroking it
with just one hand, realizing she needed two for the task. Brad
moaned as Brie stroked him firmly and steadily. When she saw a
dribble of pre-cum gather on the tip of his cock she leaned down
and licked it, the thunder drowned out by his yell.

She slid her mouth over the shaft,
desperately wanting his cock in her mouth. Her mouth stretched
painfully over the phallus and once she reached halfway down his
length he began sliding her head up and down slowly.

More lightening. The instantaneous crash of
thunder meant the storm must be right on top of them. Brie got
nervous thinking about what she would do if Brad came in her mouth.
She had no room for anything in there and was worried about
choking.

Brad's moans filled the room as she waited
for his creamy onslaught down her throat. Suddenly, he lifted her
head off his cock and raised her up, kissing her again on the
mouth. The kisses were hard, almost mean, as if he wanted to climb
inside her mouth. He pushed her backwards on the couch and pressed
his mouth against her flat stomach, kissing the edges of her
concave abdomen. He slid his mouth downwards, down to her pubis to
the top very of her pussy. Brie squealed as she felt his tongue on
her clit, grabbing Brad's head, holding it against her crotch.
Nerve endings cascaded as Brad's tongue slid inside, sliding across
her clit and then up and out of her slit, onto her belly, then back
in again— over and over. “Braaaad...” she moaned. “Oh god...” Brie
was whimpering, on the verge of crying. Young nerve endings were
getting their shakedown cruise, leaving her breathless.

More thunder. Brad pulled his mouth away from
her vagina and Brie screamed, “Don't! Please!” But he instantly
replaced his masterful mouth with his massive cock, pushing it in
with ease. Brie did not think something so big could fit so easily
and go in so quickly, but she was sopping wet and a fire hydrant
could slide in there now.

Brad's fat cock filled her with warmth and
she stopped shivering. Her pleasure was instant as he drove in and
out of her like a jackhammer. She called out his name like an
incantation, “Brad... Brad...”Brad moved his mouth to her breasts,
engulfing her hard nipples and massaging them with his lips,
tongue, and teeth. She let out a joyful scream, luxuriating in the
delicious stings. Suddenly there was a “pop!” from the kitchen
followed by the crash of glass onto the wood floor. Then a second
pop, louder still, coming from right there in the living room…the
wind immediately got louder. Brie looked over and saw that a
smaller window next to the sliding door was gone. The wind and the
rain was driving inside, spraying them both.