This is a continuation of the events that occurred during those summers while I was in college. Everyone is over age 18 and there is no abuse discussed or implied.
Working for public works has had its benefits and being able to pay for an entire semester of college was one of them, but the other was the sex education that I had gained while out reading water meters. I never knew that so many women might be home alone as well as being oversexed and undersupplied. The job, however, was far more varied than that and there were other opportunities that just sort of appeared. This is just one more of them.
This particular summer had alternating weeks of dry spells and torrential rains. On one Tuesday morning the foreman greeted us with a Cheshire-like grin and immediately I had bad feelings about what was to ensue.
"We have a problem out in the Woodland Drive area where the catch basins couldn't deal with the heavy rains. I want Wes and Kenny to head out there and see what's going on. We've had complaints from some homeowners that they were getting water in their basements. Here are the addresses and it might be a good idea to check with the residents before doing anything major.
Kenny and I took one of the panel trucks and drove out to the neighborhood. Like the foreman had said, the catch basins were not working and there were huge puddles everywhere we looked. We donned our DPW hardhats and yellow knee-high overshoes and went exploring the neighborhood sloshing through countless puddles as we did so. Upon reaching one of the addresses that the foreman had given us we went up and knocked on the door. One thing I learned in this job is that when you knock on a door, particularly early in the morning and this day was just slightly after 8:00 a.m., you never know what you are going to find.
We were not disappointed when an attractive girl who was not much older than us answered wearing an odd combination of a tee shirt, gym shorts, and black rubber boots. It was apparent that she was also braless as her nipples protruded nicely through the thin material of the tee shirt.
"Mrs. Cummings?" I asked.
"No, that's my mom. She and my dad went to our lake cottage for two weeks. It's just my sister and me here. I'm Amanda and my sister Becca is downstairs in the basement."
"You reported a water problem to the town?"
"Yes, we did. Thanks for coming right over. With all the rain the drains have been backing up and there is some water in our basement. Come on in and take a look." We entered the house and followed Amanda down the steps to the basement where Becca, who appeared to be Amanda's identical twin, was sloshing around in ankle deep water. Becca was dressed even more unusual wearing her pajamas and oversize camo hipwaders, but even at that I could tell that her body was as enticing as Amanda's.
Neither Kenny nor I could keep our eyes off the girls, but assessed the situation being that there was too much ground water and it was finding its way into the basement. We also knew that once we could easily clear the faulty basin that the ground pressure would cause no more water to enter the house. Moreover, we had a small pump on the truck and could clear the basement in no time. We set to work and about an hour or so later had most of the water gone.
"You guys were amazing. How can we ever repay you?" said Becca as we trudged upstairs following Amanda. I was fortunate enough to be following her meaning that my face was about level with her cute butt and my mind wandered leaving me wondering if she was wearing any panties under those gym shorts. I would not be long in finding out because when she bent over to take off one her boots there was no panty line in evidence.
"The rubber boots made a nice outfit," I said jokingly.
"Yeah, I know. They're my mom's boots. Becca is wearing daddy's waders and they are a few sizes too big. Still they did the job. This problem is what we woke up to this morning so you are seeing the two of us straight out of bed." That explanation now made sense and it was a confirmation that Amanda had nothing on under the tee shirt and shorts.
Kenny then told Amanda that he could show her outside where their problem was and soon the two were gone. At that same moment Becca came upstairs and decided that she needed to take the hipwaders off. She began by turning each of the tops down to her knees, but when kicking off the left one managed to take her pajama bottoms with it and was soon standing before me naked from the waist down.
Funny thing is that she did not seem to be the least bit embarrassed about that mishap and all she said was "whoops!" When she bent over to extricate the pajama bottoms she had her back to me offering an amazing view of her pussy.
"Nice view from here!" I teased.
"Oh, sorry about that. These waders are daddy's and I've never worn them before. At that she turned around and afforded me a full frontal view. "We learned about the water in the basement and Amanda and I were so panicked that we didn't even bother getting dressed, but found whatever boots were in the house and went down to investigate."
