Candy had left very early in the morning to go open up the restaurant. I slept in, dreaming of babe's asses, pussies and tits.
Later that day, I needed something from the reception, so I walked down to the front office which was a bigger cabin down by the entryway.
'Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?' a pretty young girl of about 19 said from behind the counter. Her nametag said, 'Tova.'
She was dressed up Goth, with long, jet-black hair, white foundation makeup on her face, heavy black eyeliner and mascara, and black medieval-looking clothes. Her bust was small compared with Candy and Crystal's, but she was strikingly beautiful, and I had to stop myself from staring too much and try and remember why I had come. I remembered, and asked her for what I needed.
'Just a moment, I think we have some back here. I'll be right back.' She smiled. Her bottom lip had two silver rings in it.
She came back and gave me the item. 'Thanks, Tova,' I said.
Momentary surprise eased on her face, 'Oh, right,' she said, 'the nametag. I was like, 'How does he know my name?' for a second.'
I smiled and went to leave but she stopped me in the doorway, 'If you need any help putting in that fuse, I could come and give you a hand.'
I barely hesitated, 'That would be a big help, thanks.'
As we were walking back to my cabin I said, 'Please, call me Brian.'
She had on a knee-length black skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black 24-holed Doc Martin boots. She was stunningly gorgeous!
In my cabin, Tova put in the fuse. 'There, that's better,' she said.
'Thank you. Do you have time to stay for tea or coffee?' I asked.
'...OK. Tom's in the office and can look after the desk for a while, I guess.'
'Great!'
I made tea and we sat down on the veranda and drank.
'This is such a nice place. You must love working here,' I said.
'Mm-hm...'
'How old are you anyway, if you don't mind me asking, Tova?'
'That's alright. I'm 18,' she said suggestively.
'I gotta say, I love your style, but no offense, it seems a little out of place way up here in Winnipesaukee. I mean, don't the townsfolk stare at you?'
