My family has always had many close friends that visit often. Two of these friends are Ron and his wife Suzanne. I've known them since I was fourteen. I always thought Ron was very attractive, kind of like one of those men on the cover of cheesy romance novels. I used to dream of what it would be like to have him carry me away in his arms and make love to me. What his forearms, hard from years of labor, would feel like wrapped around my tiny waist. What his muscular legs would feel like next to mine as he slowly thrust into my soft body, filling me like no young man could.
When I graduated from high school and went to college, I guessed that I would rarely see Ron again. But one day, as I was sitting on my computer, he messaged me out of the blue. We talked about his marriage, what was going on in my life, and pretty much anything. He told me he had moved out of my old hometown to a neighboring town, about a half an hour away. I wanted to see his new house, but I knew I couldn't do it until the summer. Most of all though, I just wanted to see him.
When the end of my freshman year rolled around and I went home, Ron started visiting us frequently, and one day he asked if I could do him a favor. His wife and he were going out of town, and he wanted to know if I would watch their house and keep it clean for them while they were away. I agreed, of course, as he knew I would.
That Friday, I got ready to go over to his house. I had recently come home from the beach, and I wanted to show off my golden tan. I was wearing cut-off jean shorts that let the curves of my tight ass peek out from the bottoms of the frayed edges. I put on a white lace thong and a white lace demi bra underneath a plain white tank top that clung to my perfect 38DD breasts. I pulled back my long thick golden blond hair into a ponytail and hopped into my little silver Miata and sped off.
When I pulled into the driveway, I finally saw their house. It was a beautiful two-story white house, complete with a white picket fence. I walked up the sidewalk to the front door and picked up the little fake rock that held the door key. Then I let myself in and thought to myself, this is going to be fun. I walked into the kitchen and found the cleaning supplies and got to work.
After I had dusted for a long time, my muscles were tired, and since they didn't have the air conditioning on, I got hot. So after I stretched my long legs and tired arms, I walked through the screen door into their back yard. I looked around and found a gardening hose attached to the wall of the house. I noticed that Ron had put in high fences and wondered what they were for. I turned on the water and poured it into my hair, tilting my head and arching my neck and back, trying not to get any onto my shirt. All of a sudden I heard a man's voice come from the doorway of the house. "Amber, what are you doing?"
I spun around and dropped the hose, which sprayed water all over me and soaked my shirt and face. It was Ron. He was wearing a button-down shirt and khaki pants. His arms were crossed, which showed-off his deep spring tan. I just stood there as his eyes roamed over my young body. He started walking forward and picked up the hose.
"Are you hot, Amber?"
Hearing him say that almost made me pass out from embarrassment and arousal. I just backed towards the house as he kept on walking forward. Finally, my back was against the house, and he tilted the hose towards my neck and let the cool water drip down the front of my shirt. I couldn't believe what was happening. He dropped the hose and grabbed both of my wrists and carefully raised my arms above my head and bent to kiss my on my lips. My head was reeling as his lips kissed my jaw and went down to my neck. The cold water had made my nipples hard and he bent to suck on them lightly - his warm mouth felt so good against my tingling skin.
