The characters and events in this story are the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidence.
It has been one of those weeks that make you glad when it's over. Saturday has arrived sunny and warm on a late spring day. This is to be a lonely weekend for me. I have been a widower for the past 2 years, and my kids are all away for the weekend. My sons are off camping this weekend and my daughter is with a friend's family in the mountains. I couldn't go because of a meeting I had to call for Friday afternoon that could not be postponed. There is another one early Monday that includes people coming from other offices around the country, so there was no way I could get away this weekend. I have decided to take care of the spring yard work I have been putting off for weeks.
I have spent the morning on the front yard, and after a light lunch it is time to start on the back. Instead of putting my sodden tee-shirt back on I decide to go without it, and apply sunscreen to my shoulders, upper chest and upper back. I have been working in the back long enough to work up a pretty good sweat again, and I'm presently raking the grass clippings. My back is to the house when I hear a familiar female voice call my name. "Mr. James?" I turn around to find Katrina standing behind me.
Katrina is the twin sister of my daughter's boy friend. Our families have been friends for sometime, and I have watched this child grow into a lovely young woman. She is now 18 and just graduated high school as an honor student with a full academic scholarship to a prestigious university. She has blond hair that comes just below her shoulders, a lovely face and crystal blue eyes. The most striking feature about her is her figure. She now has a very womanly body that I have noticed on the occasions we have been together lately during visits between our families. Her usual attire consists of baggy jeans and t-shirts or sweatshirts that do not display her figure. There have been occasions, when I have been at her house, that I have seen her ready for a big date. With her hair fixed, light makeup, and wearing a short sexy dress that shows off her charms she is drop dead gorgeous.
Since our families have been so close our children have spent a lot of time together. During those times, at our house in particular, Katrina and her brother have become like my own kids. My wife and I have had a loving and friendly relationship with all of them.
I greet my lovely visitor and notice that she has a beach cover-up on. It is white and covers her down to about mid thigh. She is showing more leg than I have ever seen before and what I see is very nice indeed. Her thighs are well toned and shapely as are her calves and she is wearing sneakers.
"Mr. James, do you mind if I lay out in your back yard? I want to get started on my tan before beach season gets here." Before I can ask why she doesn't use her own yard she continues. "My little sister Liza is being a pain at home, and won't leave me alone."
I know that Liza can be a pain. She is about 7 years younger than the twins, and is spoiled rotten. Her parents have doted on her so much that she thinks she runs the house. It is not uncommon for her to throw a tantrum when she doesn't get her way, and her parents give in rather than deal with the tantrum. I don't like being around her any more than Katrina does.
"Not at all Katrina," I reply, "as long as you don't mind if I keep doing my yard work."
"No, I don't mind." I notice that she has been looking me up and down as if she has never seen me before. Suddenly I am self-conscious about being in only ragged cutoffs and grass stained sneakers. Although I'm 44 I have kept myself in shape over the years. I work out regularly and the effort has paid off. While I am proud of the way I look I find myself uncomfortable under this young woman's gaze.
Clearing my throat I say, "Fine, help yourself and I'll just go back to what I was doing." I turn and go back to my raking. I watch from the corner of my eye as she spreads the beach towel that she has brought with her. She reaches into the pocket of her cover-up and takes out a tube of sunscreen and sun glasses, and drops them on the towel. I turn to tell her that there are sodas in the refrigerator, and the words catch in my throat. Katrina has undone the buttons on her cover-up and proceeds to shrug it off of her shoulders. She stands there in a white string bikini that covers the essentials but just barely. The thin material of the top clings lovingly to the curves of her ample breasts and allows her nipples to make tents in it. The bottom barely covers her young womanhood and allows her nether lips to push out against it. It is obvious that she at least trims her pubic patch otherwise a good portion of it would be showing. She stands there watching me watch her and slowly raises her arms to put her hair up out of her way. This motion causes the beautiful globes of breast flesh to rise. The friction of the material must stimulate her nipples because they are standing out more than before.
Her hands drop to her sides as she says, "Yes, Mr. James?"
The sound of her voice breaks the spell that I'm in, and I proceed to tell her about the sodas. She thanks me and proceeds to sit on the towel and reaches for the sunscreen. I return to my work, but try to observe her actions at the same time. The application of the sunscreen begins on her face and proceeds down her luscious body. Her hands seem to lovingly apply the lotion to her soft shoulders and arms, then proceed to her upper chest and down her breasts to where they are covered by her top. There is ample breast flesh spilling from the sides of her top and this gets attention as well. Her smooth concave abdomen is next all the way to where the material covering her sex begins. Those long, smooth shapely legs are next, and her hands smooth the lotion over the supple skin. Once her task is completed she recaps the tube puts on her sunglasses and lies back on the towel.
I return to my work and notice that my cutoffs are tighter in the crotch than they were when I put them on this morning. My eyes are often drawn to the gorgeous creature baking in the sun on my lawn. After about half an hour I call to her, "You better turn over before you get over done on one side."
"Thanks Mr. James." She turns over and reaches for the sunscreen again. Her next words almost cause my heart to stop. "Mr. James, would you put lotion on my back please?"
"Sure." I manage to choke out, and walk over to kneel beside this vision of beauty. I put lotion in my hand and rub my hands together to warm it, as I do she reaches behind herself and undoes the strings holding her top in place. She puts her hands under her cheek like a pillow her with face turned toward me. She waits patiently for me to begin, and has a knowing smirk on her face. My hands begin at the nape of her neck and begin to spread the lotion across her smooth skin. Her muscles are well toned and resilient beneath my hands. I have reached the small of her back and notice that the back of her panty is low enough to see the beginning of the cleft between the magnificent globes of her tush. My fingers knead the tissue as the lotion is applied here.
The tightness in my cutoffs has become uncomfortable as my hard-on is now full bore. I rise up and attempt to find a more comfortable position for my equipment. I hear her say, "Your hands feel real nice, Mr. James." The smirk is now a knowing smile. This vixen is taunting me. Two can play at this game.
"It looks like you missed a couple of spots on the backs of your legs, Katrina. Do you want me to take care of that too?" I ask.
"Oh, please Mr. James. That would be so nice." There is a note of tease and sarcasm in her voice.
