0 comments/ 29045 views/ 1 favorites My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 01 By: alexjackson I got home around 7 p.m., went up to my room, and started getting out of my drenched clothes. For the last four hours, I had been mowing and cutting away the encroaching wilderness on my grandmother's property. I'd been at it for the last three days, and was already not looking forward to the four weeks of hell that I would have to submit to. Certainly not the way I was planning on spending my summer vacation. In fact, I had been looking forward to spending the entire time in Madison, at my apartment, making connections, and utterly slacking around. But, my parents figured it would be better for me to get some fresh air and exercise. Shit. I had taken off my shirt and was about to drop my pants when I noticed that the house just down the street now had an occupant. My grandmother's property actually encompassed just over 10 homes, right off a lake in Northern Wisconsin. There were small houses, large houses, and medium houses, but they all had approximately the same amount of land. Some of the smaller houses were close to the lake, with lots of grass, while others were nestled in the woods, with lots of brush that needed to be trimmed back. This house was one of the latter. While it had been empty the day before, there was now a tall blonde woman, with lots of golden-brown leg, tiny red shorts, tight stomach, golden-brown back and arms, and a fairly tight white top. The top was one of those with fabric around the mid-section, which covered the front, but left the top half of the back open, and tying at the back of the neck. I wasn't quite close enough, but it looked like she was pretty trim, and would have no problem lifting the boxes she was lifting and carrying from her car to her house. As she was making her way to the house with a larger box, a dark-haired man was coming out of the house, making his way to the car. He was wearing a rather ugly green pair of shorts, and nothing else. His arms looked fine, but even from the distance I could see that his stomach was developing quite the belly. The blonde looked at him while he walked by, but he was looking solely at the car. With a woman like that, I knew what I'd be doing. The guy grabbed a box and started heading towards the house. About halfway there, the blonde starts coming out of the house. I take a quick look around and see that there's no one else in sight. When I get back to looking at the couple, he's inside, and she's almost to the car. I drop my pants and underwear. I know that if she looks over towards my grandmother's that she'll see me. She grabs a smaller box and starts towards the house; she didn't even raise her eyes. The box she's carrying is small enough for her to wrap her arms around it. By doing so, it pushes her breasts up, making them twice as large as before. Unfortunately, I'm too far away to see anything really good. Like clockwork, before she reaches the house, the guy steps out and makes his way towards the house. This time, neither looks at the other, until the guy is a couple of steps behind her. She turns her head, looking back over her shoulder, but they both keep walking. Obviously, some tension is going on next door. For the time being, all thoughts of how much this summer is going to suck are completely out of my mind. When she makes her way back outside, he's almost inside the house once more. Again, neither looks at the other. By now, the boxes are more towards the back of their wagon, so she has to partially climb into the back. Her ass looks great, but from the distance, I suppose any ass would look great. She backs up, plants both feet back on the pavement, and I take a very deep breath. I haven't realized, but I've been holding not only my breath, but also my piece. It's hard and sweaty in my hand. I watch her going into the house, slowly pulling my tight skin towards the head. I've been cut, so it doesn't feel too bad at all. I've never not been cut, so maybe it would feel even better if I had more skin, but you live with what you've got. By this time, she's back in the house, and he's out and at the car. I glance at the clock and decide that I've spent enough time watching them - it's time to grab the trunks and hit the lake. I should be able to get at least an hour of good swimming time before the exhaustion starts kicking in. I grab my dark blue and green swimming trunks, put one foot after the other in them, and pull them up my legs. I purposely keep them close to my body in the front, so they rub against the underside of my penis, until it slips into the trunks. I breathe a couple of times, very deep, focusing my mind on nothing, until I'm tight, but flexible; would be a waste for my grandmother to see a bulge. I head downstairs, making my way through the living room, to the back patio, down the lawn, onto the dock, and into the water, feet first. The cool rush simultaneously cools me down and makes me rock hard. Unfortunately, the only other people visible are about four houses down, and splashing in the water - what appear to be kids. While the summer promised to be boring and gruelling, things were starting to look up ... My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 02 === Part II === I made my way downstairs for breakfast around 7:15. The one thing I did like about working at my grandmother's over the last four days was that she let me sleep in. Now, 7 may not sound like sleeping in, especially since I'm a college student, but I've always had a hard time sleeping past 6. The days work, however, kept me busy enough that I was ready to crash early, and sleep late. My father had told me that this might happen for the first couple of weeks, but I figured that over eight years of getting up before 6 would die hard. Boy was I wrong. My grandmother already had pancakes ready, and had already laid out my meal. I had finished two and half a glass of juice, when she asked me how things were going. I told her I had finished a total of six properties so far, which left just two more for this week. Since it was only Thursday, I figured I'd have a nice little break for most of Friday. "I'd like you do an errand for me," she said. "Shit," I thought. "I'd like for you to go ask Mr. VandeHaden next door for his check for the last two weeks." After a bit of a talk, I was told that the man that I had seen last night was Mr. Alan VandeHaden. He had contacted my grandmother about renting the property 7 weeks ago. Unfortunately, she was about to rent it out to someone else. After a bit of haggling, they determined that he would rent the place starting the same time as the initial person was going to. While the house would sit empty for a couple of weeks, it would save him the place. Otherwise, he was looking at either renting a house in late July, or looking elsewhere. So, he paid for letting it sit empty for a couple of weeks. He was supposed to bring the check by, but my grandmother figured we'd make the effort to get it, since she always insisted on getting paid in advance (and not having done so this time was making her a little silly). I naturally asked if anyone else was living there, but she didn't know. She had assumed, however, that he had brought his family, since she had seen a young girl, a chubby little boy, and a woman around the house yesterday. That just left me a little girl and boy that I hadn't seen, since I figured I knew who the woman was. I said I'd do it, asked how much, and finished up my pancakes, glass of juice, and three pieces of bacon. I was full, but not so much that I felt stuffed; I knew the hard way that that wasn't the way to start the day. I made my way back upstairs, cleaned up, and put on a light green t-shirt and pair of brown shorts. Made me look a little goofy, but it was how my grandmother wanted us to dress while we were mucking around. I have to admit, it did a good job of hiding the dirt and grass that would eventually end up on my clothes. Before I headed downstairs, I checked the neighbors driveway and saw that the station wagon was gone. I figured it was no use knocking this early, and with the car gone, so I headed off to the first house of the day. --- Around noon, I headed back over to grandmother's for a bit of lunch. Still no car in the neighbor's driveway, so I headed inside. My grandmother naturally asked if I'd run into Mr. VandeHaden, but I told her I hadn't yet checked; both times there was no car. I was almost done with the second-to-last house, but I didn't tell her that yet. I figured I could finish it up, and get at least a quarter of the way done with the last house of the week. I figured that way she wouldn't think of more to keep me busy. I ate, drank, and grabbed a couple bottles of water. I could plant one next to a tree to keep cool, as I plowed through the other while cutting my way through the last two houses. While the neighbor's car was still missing, I decided to knock on the door a bit, just in case. I knocked twice, waited a bit, and knocked twice once more. I waited a bit more, and was about to leave, when I saw a bit of movement in the house. The door opened, and the blonde from yesterday was framed like a photo. It looked like she was wearing the same clothes from yesterday; the tiny red shorts and tight white top. Her blonde hair was tied back, and her brow was moist. I smiled, and introduced myself. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed that her chest was wet, as well as the top trim of her top. It looked like she was either sweating, or had decided to take a wet rag to her face and chest. While I couldn't see much, she didn't look nearly as big as she had yesterday. That's not to say that she didn't fill out the top, but not quite the size I had expected. "Is Mr. VandeHaden around? I'm hear to pick up his rent check." "No. He went into town rather early, but I have something for you." She turned and started making her way inside. I was able to take a quick check around the foyer, and get some serious focus on her ass. Her shorts were probably around 5 inches long, leaving lots of leg. Her cheeks were completely smooth, which meant she was either wearing nothing underneath, or backless panties. Her shorts weren't that tight, until she started walking. It was then that I saw just how tight and round her ass was. I decided that I really should have gotten a better view last night while she finished unpacking her car. She had turned the corner, making her way into the house's kitchen. For the most part the houses were pretty similar, so I had some idea of what the layout was. She came back a few moments later with a check, written out, with all the right lines filled out. "Thanks, I'll take this over." I started heading out, but before I did, "Do you know when Mr. VandeHaden might be back?" She paused for too long, as if she was thinking to herself, "No, I'm afraid I don't know. I wouldn't expect him back until Monday at the earliest, however." "Thank you. Have a nice stay, and I'll see you 'round." "Thank you ___", letting a pause build after she finished saying my name. She definitely had something else on her mind. I figured it was possible that she had killed the man, and was trying not to break down and tell me, but highly unlikely. I let myself out, closed the screen door after me, and headed over to my grandmother's to drop off the check. === Part III === I dropped the check onto my grandmother's desk and made my way over to the second to last house for the week. I had finished the mowing earlier that day, and just had some trimming up to do around the house. I made my way over to one of the small maintence sheds, and grabbed some shears. I left one of the bottles of water in the shed, and took the implements and other bottle with me. I had trimmed about half way around the house when I was ready for a break. I selected a shady part by the house to sit down and drink some water. I started thinking about who I'd seen just a couple hours ago, and realized that I was getting noticeably hard. The female body can be beautiful all over, but the view from behind makes me harder, faster. I suppose it has something to do with high school, where I'd always imagine unzipping the girls dresses from behind, slowly enough that they wouldn't notice. I never could go through with it, but thinking about it always got me hard at night during high school. It was easy enough for me to get my hands down a girls pants, or up her skirt, but stripping her in front of a crowd, without her knowing, was reserved for the best. I didn't see anyone around, so I figured it wouldn't be too hard to tease my cock a bit while I was taking a break. I pictured how she looked from behind, tight, smooth, red shorts, less than 6 inches long. I could slip my hands up her shorts if I really wanted to. I saw her standing behind her station wagon, hands in front of her on the back door, slightly bent over. She puts a knee up, then the other, crawling into the back to pull out a box. She starts inching back, pulling the box with her. As she puts one leg down, I step behind her, putting one hand on each cheek of her ass, letting my hands take her shape. I slowly move my hands towards her back, letting my fingers slide over the material. After about an inch, I pull my hands down towards her legs, letting my fingers dig ever so slightly into her ass. She's stopped, feeling me knead her ass, and has started breathing deep and loud. I do it some more, letting her feel how I'd enter her. It would be great to just jerk off here, with this movie in my mind, but that would hardly work. Already I've been rubbing my underside with a finger, something someone standing in the window above me would surely have seen. So, I take a break, clear my mind as best I can, and let myself get limp enough to walk without a bulge. I've got more to do today, if I'm going to screw off Friday afternoon, so I decide to just hit as much as I can today, working late again to get as far as I can. Since blonde - adopted because I don't know her name - appears to be alone, and since she doesn't know that I've already checked the place over, I figure I'll try to make some time tomorrow to get to know her name, and see more of her body. I'll finish my fantasy tonight, but I'll need more for the next night. My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 03 === Part IV === It was Friday morning and I was exhausted. I was absolutely flying around yesterday afternoon, trying to get as much done as I could. I was able to start on the last house of the week, and things looked like I'd be done before lunch. Since I was looking at least two and a half days of free time, I wanted to get as much of a jump on my plans as I could. In short, my plans were to learn my new neighbor's name, find out more about the relationship she had with her husband (or at least, the man who appeared to be her husband), learn about where the two children were, and determine what kind of schedule she followed. As I got out of bed, I pulled on a pair of shorts and made my way to the window. There were still no vehicles parked in front of the house, so she was probably alone. But, I had one more house to finish. --- As I thought, I finished shortly before lunch. Instead of heading directly to my grandmother's, I decided to check out the four houses I'd have to work with next week. All of the properties were at the other end of the property. Two of them were right off the lake, and the other two were inside a wooded area. I made my way towards the ones in the woods first. Both looked like they would need some serious work, as both were being encroached by trees from all sides. I was looking at what would take up most of my time for the next week. Having checked out two of the properties, it was time to check out the other two. Both were close to the lake, so it was no surprise that as I made my way towards them I could hear splashing. Before investigating who was out, I decided to first check out the two houses. It looked like both had some bushes that would need to be trimmed up, and at least one of them would need some paint touch-up. Otherwise, they looked like they'd be pretty easy. It was going to be a tough week, but I thought I could get it done. This done, I headed towards the lake to see who was out. There was a small float a ways from the shore, around it was two girls, the age of which I couldn't determine. One looked like a red-head, and the other looked Asian. Since it was pretty close to lunch, I decided it was time to head over to my grandmother's so I could start my two and a half days of free time. --- Fortunately, my grandmother was leaving as I was coming home, which meant that she didn't ask how I was doing today. She'd also prepared some sandwiches for me, so I wolfed a couple down, and put the rest in a Ziploc bag for later. I made my way upstairs so I could change into a clean set of clothes. I figured that if I was going to try to learn more about my neighbor, I should at least look good. I headed back downstairs, grabbed a water from the fridge, and headed out the door. === Part V === Once again, it took a couple of knocks before she answered the door. She didn't look too surprised to see me, which was definitely a good sign. Once again, her blonde hair was pulled back. Unlike the last couple of times, she had changed into a different outfit, which was definitely more casual. She was wearing a t-shirt that had been cut to show off her mid-rif. However, instead of seeing skin, I saw swimsuit. It appears that she was wearing a one piece suit, with a floral pattern. For pants, she had a pair of cut-off sweatpants, which were about as short as the red shorts she had had on the day before. The shirt and shorts were both pretty baggy - damn. "What can I help you with ___?" "Just checking to see if you needed anything. I haven't checked this house over yet," I lied, "and just wanted to see if anything needed to be fixed." "No, I think we're okay." "Alright, well let me know if you do need anything." "I will, thanks." It didn't look like I was going to get anywhere today, so I started to leave. "Are you still looking for Mr. VandeHaden?" An interesting turn. "I don't think my grandmother is now, but he may want to stop by just in case." "I doubt he'll be back until next week, but I'll let him know if I see him." "Does he work in town then?" "Something like that ..." She'd been looking over my shoulder, and her eyes seemed to lose even more focus. But now she turned to look at my face, "Can I get you something to drink?" I tossed my water into the bushes; I didn't think she'd seen it. "That would sure hit the spot." "Come on in then." As I walked behind her, I really wished she'd been wearing the red shorts from yesterday. Her hips were swinging back and forth hypnotically, but the sweatpants were just too baggy to see too much. Before I knew it, we were in the kitchen. It was pretty plain, the only thing that caught my eye was the tall table in the center of the room, with three stools around it. She walked over to the cabinets, pulled down a couple of glasses, and put them on the table. She then opened the freezer, pulled out an ice tray, and put three cubes in each glass. She put the tray back, then opened the fridge to pull out some lemonade. As she poured some into each glass, "I hope lemonade is alright - I just made some this morning." "That's great. Thank you." "So ___, how long have you been helping out your grandmother?" "Actually, this is my first time. My parents figured it would be good for me to spend some time helping her this summer. Not exactly what I was planning on doing this summer, but it'll give me some money for books and tuition for next year." "Do you go to college than?" "Yup. I'll be in going onto my third year. Down at Madison." "Ah. Do you like it?" I had just taken a drink, so she added, "That's more of a party school, right?" "Yeah, it can," I said with a grin, "it can pretty wild." She looked down and smiled, so I took a quick look around. When my eyes got back to her, she was looking at me. "Haven't had much time to do anything with the place yet." "Will you be renting the place long?" "I'm ... not sure. I needed a bit of time away from the city, so Alan suggested we spend some time here." "So are you two married then?" She put on a sad half smile, "Yes." Since she no longer looked hospitable, and I'd finished my drink, I decided to cut things short. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to work. Again, if you see anything around the place that needs to be fixed up, just let me know." "I'll certainly do that. Thanks ___." "Thank you for the drink Mrs. VandeHaden." I headed towards the door, with her following me. "I noticed you're wearing a swimsuit. You should definitely try to get outside today and spend some time in the water." I couldn't see her, so I couldn't see her reaction, and she didn't answer back. As we made my way outside, "Thanks, I think I will in a little bit." I turned to face her, but she was looking down at the ground, at some spot between us. "Thank you again for the lemonade, Mrs. VandeHaden." "Please call me Amanda." She said it quickly, following up just as quickly with "I figured it would be better than warm water." She met eyes after this, with a smile on her face. So she had seen the water! I smiled back and bent to grab my water from within the bush. As I pulled it out, I turned my face over and up, taking a look at her legs. I'd been closer to her while I had followed her in, but I liked the view a lot better from here. Had she been wearing tighter pants, then things probably would have been different. "You're right ... Amanda, the lemonade certainly did hit the spot. I suppose I should get back to work. I'll see you later." As I walked away from her house, I decided to head towards the woods and cut back to my grandmother's from the back. That way I could slip back into the house without ... Amanda seeing me. --- When I slipped into my grandmother's, I made my way up to my bedroom. I headed towards the window to see if Amanda would make her way outside. While I waited, I ran over the events of our second meeting. There was clearly problems with their relationship. There were also three stools, which meant that he probably wasn't going to be here enough for them to need a seat for him, assuming that her daughter and son sat in the other two stools. She clearly had a lot on her mind as well. While I'd made my way in today, I hadn't enough time to invoke her to confide in me, or spill too much more about her, other than her name, and the fact that she was indeed Mrs. VandeHaden. I'd have to make some excuse to see her again, and spend more time in her house. I could then either sabotage something in the house, so she'd need to call on me, or spend time learning more about her, from her environment. I was also hoping that she'd make her way outside at some point, in a tight bikini. All this thinking about her had made me hard, and this last image brought me even closer to the edge. Unfortunately, she hadn't made her way outside yet. Since I was a little drowsy, I decided I'd lay in bed for a bit, take a quick nap, and hopefully wake up to find her sunbathing outside. I pulled off my shirt and shorts, putting them off to the side so I could wear them again tonight and tomorrow, and laid on my bed. While I was again thinking about our meeting, I fell asleep. My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 04 === Part VI === I awoke to the sound of a car door slamming. I looked towards the window and saw that no light was coming in - night had come and I had lost hours of time napping. I got up and moved towards the window. When I looked out, I saw a small gold car, waiting next to the neighbor's house. It looked like Amanda VandeHaden was outside, except the hair was dark instead of blonde. As the figure moved towards the house, I saw that it was a slightly shorter woman, with brown hair. She opened the door and walked in. At this, the gold car pulled onto the street and drove away. I figured the kids had got back home, since the stationwagon was still missing. It's possible that they had been dropped off at a friend's of family member's for the week, and had come back for the weekend. No other windows had lights, but it looked like a light was shining towards the back of the house, which would have been around the location of the kitchen. I stretched and headed to the bathroom. when I got back to my room, I headed over to the window. This time another crack of light was visible, from the second floor. There were two windows on the second floor, one for each room on that side, that I could see immediately across the lawn. From the one on the left, towards the corner of the floor, there was a small sliver of light, probably coming from the second floor bathroom. After I had come to this realization, the light switched off, as if on cue. Within seconds, the corner room's light was on, and I could see that the brunette was standing in the doorway. While she was a good distance away, I could see that she was older than my grandmother had first suggested. Her brunette hair was curly, and came to just above her shoulders, short enough that it didn't appear to be resting on them. She was wearing a white t-shirt, with some kind of image and writing, sorta like a band t-shirt. She was also wearing a pair of blue jeans. From my vantage point, I could only see from around her knees up. As I stood watching her, she moved to the window facing the street and shut the curtains. She approached the window facing me, looked at my window, and then looked to the left and right. She put her right hand on one of the curtains, as if to close them, took another look around, at my window, and dropped her hand. I was standing in a dark room, had made no movements, and was far enough away that she must not have seen me. I kept watching as she turned towards the street window, put her hands around her waist, and pulled her t-shirt up her chest. As I waited, her thin stomach moved up towards a lush chest, covered by a white bra. When she was attempting to pull the shirt over her head, she appeared to get a little stuck, until her head finally popped out. I could feel my lower head throbbing against the fabric of my boxers. I could feel my hard rod trying to escape, so I unbuttoned the one button in the front, and pulled myself out. By now she was facing opposite of me, looking at what appeared to be a mirrored dresser. She appeared to be just looking at herself, until she started bending over, pushing her jeans over her ass, and down her legs. She was wearing white underwear, with a full back. Once she was completely bent over, she started standing up, raised one leg, than the other, pulling her jeans off of her feet. As she slid one hand against her shoulder, around to the back of her neck, I slid one hand around my penis, gripping onto the tight skin at the base, and slowly pulling it towards the tip. As I said before, I'm cut, so I pushed it up as far as I could, pushed a little more, and slowly pulled back to the base. She stepped back, sat back on her bed, and dropped the rest of the way onto the bed. I would have killed to have had a good set of binoculars. As it was, I could see that her chest was full, but I wanted more. I kept pulling and pushing my tight skin from the base to the tip, and back again, for what seemed like an hour. Eventually, she stood up, went to the door, and turned off the light. A short while later, the curtains drew shut. I stepped back towards my bed, laid out on top of it, gripped my hard cock, and ferociously worked my hand up and down the shaft. From the show she'd given me, it only took a couple of minutes before I released spurts of cum onto my stomach and chest. I kept rubbing, back and forth, as I imagined putting my cock in between what must have been the massively lush breasts of the woman I had just seen. Once I'd released everything, and with my cock becoming softer and softer, I headed off to the bathroom to cleanup, all thoughts of Amanda washed from my mind. === Part VII === I woke up early on Saturday, and headed right out to the lake. I figured I could take a quick dip before I grabbed breakfast. When I sat down to eat, my grandmother told me she's be driving into town to pick up some things. She asked if I'd like to go with, or if she could pick up anything for me. I thought about the need to have binoculars, but also that going with, since I wouldn't want to ask her to pick them up for me, would chew up a couple hours of daylight. Since I'd seen the new neighbor girl, who appeared to be in for the weekend, I'd had an even great urge to get into the neighbors house and look around. In fact, I had gone so far as to think up a couple of ways I could force my way into getting in, such as purposely killing the electricity or plumbing. Without water or light, they would need to call for some help. As much as I didn't want to lose the time, I decided that the best course would be to go with my grandmother and pick up some binoculars. While I was there, I figured I should also pick up some condoms, just in case. I hopeful, of course, but figured that I could always use them when I got back to school. We headed out early, thankfully, but unfortunately it looked like Amanda was walking around outside, getting ready, perhaps, to spend some time in the sun, or out in the water. While I hated missing such an opportunity, I figured that getting binoculars would have a long-term benefit. --- Once we had finished shopping and grabbing a bit to eat, it was a little after two by the time we got back. Somehow, we'd chewed up over five hours on our trip. Fortunately, I had been able to pick up a box of condoms and a pair of compact binoculars. Thinking of subterfuge, I also picked up a pair of dark clothes, just in case I decided to try to sneak around at night. While getting close with binoculars would have it's benefits, I longed to get physically closer. All I could think about was my high school fantasy of removing a girl's clothes from behind her, while she didn't even realize that she was being stripped. I'd had to purchase a number of other things as well, to hide my real purchases from my grandmother. She certainly wasn't as curious as a cat, but she would naturally inquire about a couple of my purchases. I picked up a couple books, a pair of light clothes, and a hat. I told her I wanted something that would keep the sun off my forehead, so she said she'd even pay for it - business expense. When we got back, I didn't see anyone around the house next door. Walking down to the water, the only people on the lake were an older couple further into the property, and the two girls at the other edge. Disappointing. I helped my grandmother unpack, headed upstairs, unpacked my stuff, making sure I put the condoms in a good place, as well as the binoculars, slipped into the bathroom, and came out wearing my trunks. I figured I could at least keep an eye on the neighbors house if I headed to the lake and went swimming for a bit. --- I was in the water for 30 to 45 minutes before I finally noticed some movement in the house. Someone, who I couldn't tell tell, was walking around in the kitchen. I tried squinting, but still couldn't make anything out. Finally, as they moved towards the full-length doors, I could tell that it was Mrs. VandeHaden - Amanda. I raised a hand and waved, and she appeared to wave back. She headed back into the kitchen, where I lost sight of her, until I saw her a few moments later, heading back towards the door. She opened the door, stepped onto the small porch, and headed down towards the lake. She had on a pair of sky blue shorts today, with a matching, sleaveless, t-shirt. She had a pair of scandals on, and when she was a dozen feet from the water, "Hi ___." It was a flat greeting, but I could work with it. "Hi Amanda. How are you?" "Not too bad. It's a little warm out though." "I think a storms brewing to the north. They said earlier today that we'll probably get nicked by a storm system. That should cool things down for a bit, when it finally hits." "Mmm ..." "You should take a quick swim to cool off, or sit outside for a bit." "I was out a bit this morning, until my daughter decided she did want help unpacking." "Your daughter?" "Well, actually she's Alan's, from his first marriage." "And your son?" "My son?" She paused, thinking. "Oh, you mean Eric." "I don't know, my grandmother said she saw a boy and a girl move in with you and your husband." "Eric is a boy that Erin watches over the week." "I see." "You haven't met Erin than?" "No, in fact I don't think I've even seen her. My grandmother had only told me she'd seen some others here while you were moving in, and thought you must be a family." She didn't say anything to that, but continued to look distractedly to my right. I glanced in that direction, saw nothing, and returned my eyes to her. She had begun to sweat, and her shirt was starting to cling her body. I kept stealing glances down at her shorts, to her crotch, and down to the first visible part of her legs. I was glad I was in the water because I was starting to get hard in my shorts, and caught myself unconsciously moving a hand to between my legs. "Erin must be around your age. She just turned 19 a couple months ago." "Actually, she's a little younger than. I'll be turning 22 in September." "Really? I thought you were younger." "Boyish good lucks I suppose," as I grinned at her, making contact with her eyes. She laughed, grinned with me, and winked. She appeared to then realize what she'd just done, and laughed nervously. Not nervous nervously, but just a little nervously. When you've got a hard-on, you tend to think that every woman wants you. I was trying to think of what I could say to get her to take off her clothes when she said "I should probably get back inside and help Erin with the rest of her unpacking." "Well, if you need a break, you should definitely take a quick dip in the water. You'll cool off and feel a ton better." I smiled. She smiled again, looked down at her feet, and simply said "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." She turned back towards her house and started making her way back inside. I kept my eyes trained on her ass, watching it move from left to right, right to left, left to right, right to left, ... These shorts weren't as tight as the red ones, but they were still quite the show. As she mounted the stairs, I glanced down at her legs, and moved my eyes up to her face. I saw that she was looking directly at me. How long had she been looking at me? Did she know that I was watching her the entire way? She must have known, since I hadn't moved from my initial spot. I decided to play it dumb by smiling and raising a hand to wave. She waved back, moved inside, and shut the door. My penis was so hard, for so long, that it was beginning to hurt. I turned away from the shore, and started swimming out further. I stopped after a couple seconds, and swam back towards the shore. Once again, stopped after a few seconds, and headed back out. I did this a handful of times until I was nice and relaxed. Since I didn't want to be in the water too long, I headed back towards the shore, went up to my grandmother's, grabbed one of the chairs on her porch, and brought it down towards the shore. I turned it so that I could see the neighbor's, the lake, and coincidentally, the two girls further down the lake. I tried to watch them for a little while, but my thoughts kept jumping to Amanda, as well as to Erin's show last night, followed by the thoughts of what I might see now that I had a pair of binoculars. I finally closed my eyes and tried to sleep, figuring that I'd surely wake up if anyone headed my way. My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 05 === Part VIII === Once again, I'd fallen asleep after closing my eyes for a brief rest. Fortunately, there was still plenty of light when I awoke this time. I took a quick look around to see if I was still the only one close. I was, and the two girls further down were also gone. I slowly turned my head towards my grandmother's, taking a quick look at the VandeHaden's - it didn't look like anyone was in the kitchen. I stood up, and made my way inside. My trunks were still a little wet in the seat, so I first decided to change into a pair of clean clothes. Once I was out of the bathroom, I headed into my room. I saw a bit of movement through the window, and looked over at the second floor. Amanda and Erin were in the second floor's corner room, sitting on the bed and talking. The wall opposite now had a couple of pictures on the wall. Amanda was still wearing the light blue shirt, and Erin appeared to be wearing another white t-shirt. Since both were sitting, I was unable to see much else. Neither one was looking in my direction, so I stepped back from the window a bit and dropped my trunks. If either one looked out the window, they'd see me standing there, looking over at the them, completely naked. I didn't stand there very long before I grabbed a pair of underwear, shorts, and a shirt, and slipped each one on in turn. When I looked back over, both were still talking. I headed downstairs to talk with my grandmother before dinner. --- "Next week," my grandmother said, halfway through dinner, "I'll be heading over to Green Bay for a couple of days. While I'm gone, I'd like you to run the place. Since you've been doing such a good job already, I feel confident that you can handle whatever comes up. I'll be gone Wednesday and Thursday, so I want you to try to get as much done on the remaining four houses as you can by Wednesday. For the two days that I'm gone, I'd appreciate it if you stayed close to the house. If everything goes okay, you can have Friday completely off, and you can finish the last houses the following week. How does that sound to you?" Of course it sounded great, as I now had a good chance of catching Amanda if she went out on Wednesday or Thursday. After dinner, we sat out on the back porch, talking about how I was doing with the work. We also caught up a bit more on how school was going, and she told me more about how things would progress over the summer. The largest amount of work would be these first couple of weeks of the season, since most of the houses had been sitting empty so long. While she tried to get things ready before people moved in, her long-time grounds-man had moved rather suddenly. She deducted from the first month's rent, in exchange for people living with the grounds for a little bit. Seemed like a good deal for most people. Of course, some people hadn't liked it, so I had to do their places first, hence the work I'd done for my first couple of days. Once catch-up had been done, I would start working 20 to 30 hours a week, instead of the almost 40 hours I'd put in this week. Since I'd be paid the same, I was really looking forward to the coming weeks. Once the sun had been done for a about half an hour, we headed our separate ways. Since the VandeHaden's kitchen light was on, I headed towards the lake first. I tried to make like I was cleaning up around the water's edge, but I kept my back to the lake as much as I could. Both Amanda and Erin were in the kitchen, sitting on bar stools at the high table I'd seen earlier. They were looking at each other and obviously talking. Amanda started waving her hands, and Erin began to as well. Looked like an argument was brewing. Erin pushed herself away from the table, grabbed her plate, headed over to one of the walls, backed away holding nothing, then headed upstairs. I speed-walked up to my grandmother's, headed in the door, and upstairs to my room. I walked into the dark room, shut the door behind me, and went straight for my binoculars. Glancing through the window while I walked by, I could see that once again the bathroom light was a sliver cutting through the darkness. I picked up the binoculars, moved as far from the window as I could, and brought them up to my eyes. Five minutes had passed, but there had been no change. After five more minutes, the light finally flickered off. Just as had happened the night before, the light in the bedroom turned on, and a woman stood in the doorway. With my new binoculars, this time I could see the detail of Erin's face. I moved from her soft chin, down her throat, to her lushish chest. It seemed to be even larger than I'd thought. By now she was heading towards her bed, so I was presented with the profile of her body. She had something close to two coconuts of breasts in her shirt. The band on the front was some group I'd never heard of. Again, she made her way towards the street window, and closed the blinds. She made her way to the other window, and looked left and right. I kept the binoculars absolutely still, hoping that there was no glare, something I had not thought about until now. My fears were unfounded because she simply looked left and right again, before moving her hands down to her waist, and pulling her t-shirt off. I watched, moving my binoculars with her hands, as she pulled the t-shirt up over her belly, up to her chest, over her breasts, and finally off of her head. Keeping the binoculars to my eyes, I loosened my shorts and pushed them and my boxers down until they were just below my penis. I put a hand around my stiff member and started slowly bringing the tight skin from the base to the tip, and back. She was rubbing her chest with one hand at this point, with eyes closed. I started looking down, when I saw that her other hand was rubbing the inside of a leg, close to her crotch. I started timing my own rythum to match hers when she suddenly stopped. I froze, binoculars focused on her crotch. Her hand started moving then, up her jeans. I moved the binoculars with her, until her hands touched at the button and zipper to her jeans. I watched as she unbuttoned her jeans, and brought the zipper down. She pulled open her pants, and started pulling them down her legs. While doing so, her upper body started coming down as she bent over. I moved the binoculars up slightly, and then started slowly bringing them down as her coconut size breasts kept moving lower. Right before she started standing up straight the image of my cock shooting white gold onto, and between, her breasts jumped into my mind. I moved towards her face, but her eyes were closed, so I moved back down her body until I reached her hands. Having pushed down her pants, they were now moving up her white legs. They stopped at the crotch of her white panties, where they traced the 'V', til they reached the sides of her waist. She stopped, and I moved the binoculars towards her face. She opened her eyes, appeared to sigh, and turned towards the back wall, making her way towards the light switch. While the show was over for tonight, I was so close that I kept my eyes trained on her ass, covered by her white, full-backed, panties, thinking about my warm rod, pushing between her tight legs, while I quickly stroked my penis towards and over the edge, just as she switched off the light. I'd have a mess to cleanup before I crashed, but it was well worth it. I do believe I was going to like these little shows, especially if they kept along the path they were going ... === Part IX === I woke up a little later than usual on Sunday, because of the excitement of last night. I stayed in bed for a while, gently stroking myself under the covers as I replayed the events of the night. After a couple minutes, I headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and headed down for breakfast. After a quick meal with my grandmother, she went off to church, and I headed upstairs to get on some trunks. I made my way downstairs and outside, glancing at the VandeHaden's house for the station wagon; still not there. As I made my way towards the lake, I noticed a lawn chair set out in the neighbors lawn. I heard noises off to my left, where far down the lake, the two people, probably those girls again, were splashing around the float. Glancing back to the lawn chair, there was nothing else beside it. I headed down to the water and dived in. The water was extremely cold, but after a couple of minutes, I started getting used to it. I swam a couple laps towards and away from the land. When I finally focused back on the shore, I noticed the ass of a floral swimsuit next to the lawn chair. Whoever the female was, she was bending over the chair, with her back to me, doing something with the chair. I started slowly swimming closer, and forced myself not to let myself get any harder than I already was. After a couple feet, I realized that this was most definitely the daugther, just as the woman unbent, and her brown hair came into view. She was wearing a fairly full two-piece swimsuit, with a white background, and large, but spread-out, flowers. "Hi there," she said, as she smiled/grinned over at me, looking over her shoulder. She turned slightly, presenting me with a view of her body in profile, but I forced myself to keep focused on her face. "Hi." She turned back to her chair, and I let my eyes fly down, and back up, her body. "Fuck fuck fuck ..." I thought. Her breasts looked even larger than they had yesterday. I was looking at her face when she turned her head back towards me, turned the rest of her body towards the lake, and started walking over. "How's the water?" "Nice and cool. You should jump in." I grinned wide at her. She laughed, looked down and left, and smiled, all at the same time. "Are you Erin?" She looked a little surprised at this question. "Yes, yes I am." "Your mom told me your name. My name is ___, I work for the property, keeping up with repairs and the like." "Oh. Okay. She told me that I should keep my eyes open for anything that needed to get fixed." That was definitely a good sign. Perhaps she was looking for a reason for me to come to her place as well. Surely if we both tried to get me into the house, I'd have no problem at all. Of course, that was probably just a fantasy. I had lied and told her that I hadn't checked the place over, so she was naturally looking for things that needed to get fixed. "Getting some sun today?" Her skin was pretty white, not nearly as tanned as Amanda's was. She laughed and smiled, and looked down at her body, moving her hands down the front of her legs, "Yup. I've got to get outside while I can." "You can't go out during the week?" "I watch a little boy during the week, so it's hard to just lay in the sun and relax." "I see. Well, it's a pretty private area here, since the next neighbors are down a little ways." She turned to her left, looking down towards the two girls in the water. "Yes, just me and you." She turned towards me and smiled. She started backing up slowly. "Well, I guess I'm going to get some sun now. Maybe I'll jump in the water in a little bit though." "Well, in that case, I think I'll head towards land as well," I said. She turned away from me, heading towards her chair. I started walking out of the water, bringing my hands in front of me, to hide any buldge I might have. I trained my eyes to her ass, as she swayed her hips up the beach. A dangerous idea with a buldge already in my pants, but it was hard to resist. I made slightly better time walking towards the chair, and planted myself a couple meters away from her chair. She moved to one side of the chair, and sat down, while I took in her whole body. She moved her body so she was able to lay down on the chair. The chair wasn't laying flat, but rather like a nice recliner, with her head up so she could view the lake, and her feet almost touching the ground, but supported by the chair. She moved her shoulders a bit, as if to get comfortable, which resulted in her breasts moving back and forth. I was extremely glad I was sitting, and sitting so close. "Did you put on some lotion?" She looked at me, frowning slightly. "Excuse me?" "Some suntan lotion. I'd hate to see you burn." "Oh, you're right," she swung her legs to her left, as if to get up, ass facing me. "I'll have to go get some." "We have some in my house if you'd like." "Oh, I have some, it's just in my house." I'll just be a minute. She raised herself up, and took in her backside. She moved herself up to the house, and inside. After a minute, she headed back towards the lake, carrying a brown bottle in her hands, and a water. "Got it," she said, as she got closer. She moved towards her chair, sat down, and rearranged herself so she was ready to recline again. However, instead of laying her head and back back, she opened the bottle and started squirting lotion in her hand. Once she had a good gob, she put the bottle down and rubbed her hands together. She then brought her hands towards her legs, and started quickly rubbing her legs, starting at the feet. I watched her hands move, trying to also keep an eye on her eyes. She made her way to her knees, then up to her thighs. As she moved her hands towards her swimsuit, she started slowing down. She started with her hands on the tops of her legs, and then moved her fingers to below her crotch. She rubbed in the lotion, and started bringing her hands back up to the tops of her legs. While she was doing so, she started moving the tips of her fingers under her suit. At this, I took a look at her face, and she was clearly looking over at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my face get hot, as I looked towards my feet. "That's okay. If you don't put lotion just under the swimsuit, it's possible it could /ride up/," with a bit of emphasis placed on the last two words, "and you'll end up getting a bit more sun there." I turned my eyes back towards her, watching her hands pick up the bottle and get more lotion for the top of her body. "Amanda, my mom, uses those fake tan products. I've seen them in her bathroom. I prefer a real tan." At this, she met my eyes. She moved her eyes back to her hands, and let her head and back fall onto the chair. She started rubbing her stomach and her sides, quickly, like she had with the end of her legs. Once she was done, she reached back for the bottle, with her body still reclining, and her eyes closed. It looked like she didn't mind that I was watching, so I kept my eyes on her. She found the bottle, and brought it up. She flipped open the top, pointed it down at her chest, and let a little bit spurt out onto her skin. I had moved my hand to my crotch, and could feel my reaction to this. She put the bottle back on the ground, put her hands on her chest, and started rubbing the lotion onto her skin, /very/ slowly. She moved her hands between her breasts, down her top, brought them out, then put them back down. She moved her fingers under her top, letting them slid between her breasts and her swimsuit top. All to soon, she was done, so she moved her hands down her sides, to near her thighs. She adjusted the side band of her swimsuit bottoms, breathed deep, and breathed out. I moved my eyes over her body, starting at her swimsuit bottom, and moving up to her chest. I moved from the waist her swimsuit, pressing slightly onto her waist, up her flat belly, to the bottom of her top. It dug into her skin. I started my way up the steep slope of the bottom of her breasts, to the tip, where her tits were noticeable visible and hard. I moved my way down the slight slope of the top of her breasts, until I once again reached skin, at the top of her top. I moved my eyes to her face, and saw that she was looking at me. This time, I didn't blush, and didn't look away. "You're a tease, you know that?" I said it with my voice low, and steady. A grin exploded on her face, she turned her eyes to the sky, and she laughed deeply. "I suppose I am. But you don't seem to mind." She looked towards my hands, resting in my lap. "You tease all the boys, don't you?" "Yes, yes I do. And even most men. And I like it." Silence built up. "How old are you?" "21." She said nothing. So I asked, "How old are you?" "That's rude to ask," she said, almost before I had finished with my question. "So you won't tell me?" "No." "Can I guess." "No." "Please?" "No." "How about if I give you money?" She started to say no, but opened her eyes and turned her head towards me. "How much?" "Three guesses. I'll give you $20 for the first and second guess, each, if I'm wrong. If I'm wrong for the third guess, I'll give you $60. If I guess right, you get to keep any money I gave to you, but I get to do something to you." She looked at me, squinting her eyes. She said very slowly, "Like what?" "I don't know ..." I paused for thirty seconds. "I get to put suntan lotion on your back side." "My back?" "Your back side, including your back and the back of your legs. But if I'm wrong all three times, you get $100." "I need to see that you have the money. And if you guess with your second chance, I still get $40?" I smiled, "No, you only get $20." "But I want $40. You give me $20 before your first guess, and another $20 before you second guess. If you guess right at the first or second guess, I get $20 or $40, no matter what. I want something out of this ... if I decide to let you in the first place." "Okay," I said, "I'll go get the money." I stood up, forgetting about my buldge until I was already up. I shrugged and made my way towards the house. --- Luckily, my grandmother wasn't back yet, so I made my way directly to my room. I grabbed $100 from my dresser, and headed back downstairs. On the way down, I grabbed a towel from the closest, and wrapped it around my waist. I head outside, towards the lake. --- Erin was still outside, and was still reclining, eyes closed, face towards the sun. "Before we do this, I want you to write you age down somewhere." She laid up. "Why?" Indignation was present in her voice. "So you can't cheat." "I won't cheat. I can show you my license afterwards if you want. I won't cheat." "Well, okay then." I pulled out the money and she looked at it. "For the third guess, you have to give me $60 before you make your guess." She moved her legs towards me, now sitting on the chair, completely facing me. "No. Not part of the agreement. I give you $20 before I make each of my first two guesses," I gave her two tens, "and $60 if my last guess is wrong." "I don't know ..." She looked down at the money in her hand. "17," I said. She looked at me, "I'm not ready yet. I don't know that I've agreed." All so fast. "You took the money and didn't drop it. My first guess was 17. Am I right or wrong?" She looked at me quizzingly. "You think I'm 17?" "You look pretty young." "/17/?" "It's a compliment." She paused. For ... almost ... a ... minute. "Wrong." I thought about it for a moment, should I guess correctly now, or wait until my third guess? I gave her two more tens. "19 is my second guess then." "Why 19?" "Because." She looked at me. "Because ..." "I don't know. Am I right or wrong?" She paused, looked from her money, to her knees, to the money in my hands, back to her money, "You're right." I folded up the rest of my money, "Great!" "Did you cheat?" "How could I cheat?" "You must have known how old I was. If you did, you wouldn't be guessing. Did Amanda tell you?" "She told me that you were around my age." She had. "So you're saying she didn't tell you my age." "There's such things as educated guesses." She started to look pretty angry. "Then why did you guess wrong for the first guess." Her voice was getting loud. My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 05 "Because. I was thinking about guessing right for my third guess, but I guess I wasn't sure that she told me the truth." I paused quickly. "Besides, either way you would have ended up with $40." "I can't believe you cheated ..." "Oh come on, it's not that bad." I smiled. "It's not really that bad, is it?" She sighed, still looking at her hands. "No, I guess not." She quickly said, "But I don't want to do it out here." I nodded towards a clump of trees behind her, next to her house. "In there then?" She looked back. "Okay." But she made no move to get up. So, I stood up, making sure my towel was still wrapped around my waist. "Let's go then." I started moving towards the trees. At first she made no move to get up, but she finally stood up, grabbed the bottle, and ran to catch up with me. "Are you sure you want to be seen following me in there?" I looked back at her and smiled. She let out a burst of air. "Ha ha. Let's go before I change my mind." --- We made it into the group of trees, and headed back a little ways until we could see only a bit of her house. There was a solid tree to my right, so I turned around and said to Erin "You can use that tree to balance yourself." "Huh?" I pointed towards the tree. "Put your hands against the tree while I spread the lotion on your back. That way you can brace yourself while I rub it into your skin." She looked from the tree to me, and back. She paused, then made her way slowly to the tree, handing me the lotion while she did so. "Not my front." Pause. "I've already put lotion on the front of my body." "Just the back. That was the deal." She was now a couple feet away from the tree, so she leaned forward a little, placing both hands on the tree directly in front of her. I began moving behind her, dragging my eyes across her body. "Spread your legs a little," I said as I got closer behind her, "otherwise you may sway and fall over." She spread them apart less than a foot. I put my right hand on her waist and pushed to slightly to the left. She started to fall over, and moved her left leg further out to steady her. "See." She moved her head slightly, to look at me through the corner of her left eye. I smiled good naturely. She moved her right leg out further. And turned her face back towards the tree. "That's better." I snapped the top off of the bottle, and spurted some onto her back in one big line on her spinal column. I put the bottle down on the ground, moving the side of my face close to her ass and leg as I did so, inhaling slightly. I straightened up, put my hands in the center of her back, and started rubbing the white lotion into her skin. I started by moving my hands to her shoulder's, down the backs of her arms. Then I moved back to her shoulder's and started rubbing her back. As I got to the back of her top, I moved my fingers down over it, then moved them up and under it. Once the material was over my knuckles, I moved my hands from the center of her back to her sides. At her sides, I pivoted my wrist, moving just the very tips of my fingers over the sides of her breasts. I then moved down to the top of her swimsuit bottom, and over to the center of her back. At the arch of her back, right above the meeting point of her ass, I moved my hands away. I bent down, kneeling onto the ground, parallel to her body, my face looking directly at her ass. I moved to the side, picking up the bottle, and putting a small amount of lotion on my hands. I put the bottle back down and worked the lotion into one leg, up to the knee. I got a little more lotion, and did the other lower leg in the same way, keeping my eyes trained on her ass, moving my eyes around her swimsuit bottoms, as I imagined my hands moving not over her legs, but rather over her ass. With both lower legs done, I grabbed the bottle once again and spurted a big puddle into my hand. I put one hand on each of the backs of her knees and moved slowly up her legs towards her ass. Once the tips of my fingers reached the bottoms of her swimsuit, I slid them under the fabric. Erin moaned and moved her waist forward. I pressed my fingers into her skin, and spread my fingers as wide as I could, moving my hands up each cheek of her ass. I pivoted my hands around my wrists, trying to touch as much of her ass as I could. Being face level, I watched my fingers move under her swimsuit. I kept moving my hands further and further up, letting my wrists move the bottom of her suit higher and higher. The bottom of the suit started slipping between her cheeks as my fingers popped out at the top of her suit, yet I kept letting my wrists rub higher as I began moving my fingers to the center of her ass. I let my fingers trace the crack of her ass until my thumbs came out from under the suit. Erin's body was moving to the rythum of our breathes. Thumbs out, I hooked them over the suit and began moving my fingers back up her ass, pausing now and then to lightly squeeze her ass. I kept moving my hands up until the bottom of the suit looked something like a thong, so much of the fabric buried in her ass. I moved my face towards her ass, longing to put my tongue upon her, but knowing that the lotion probably wasn't good for me. Instead, I let me nose rub up against her skin, putting my nose between her cheeks. At this, she moaned louder, and seemed to catch her breath. "Fuck," I said, barely a whisper. I moved one hand down, untied the towel around my waist, and grabbed the bottle of lotion. I moved my head back slightly, moved my other hand to the bottle, and squirted a long trail of lotion onto both cheeks of her now almost bare ass. When the cool lotion struck her body, she again moaned, moving her hips towards the tree. I put each of my hands on her ass, grabbing as much skin as I could. I released, pushing my palms against her ass, pushing her away, then cupping her cheeks with my hands, and rubbing the lotion vigourously into her skin. She was panting as I did this, and combined with the jiggling of her ass, my hard cock was straining against the fabric of my trunks. "Fuck!" I said, loud enough for her to hear it. At this she moved herself forward, turned, and let her back hit against the trunk of the tree. She was laying flat against the tree, moving one hand through her hair, her eyes closed, and bending one leg to let her foot come up the tree towards her other knee. She opened her eyes, looking into mine, a lustful look in her eyes. "Pull out your cock and show me," she whispered, deep from her throat. I looked down to my crotch, and pulled my trunks down to my knees. I put one hand on my hard cock and started pumping from the base to the tip and back, over and over. With my hands still wet with lotion, I was slick in no time. As I did so, I turned my eyes up to her, moving from her legs to her crotch. When I had moved the back of her swimsuit up, the front had begun to dig into her vagina, which was now tightly framed by her suit. As my eyes were on her barely hidden cave, she moved a hand on top of it, and started moving two fingers around and onto it, rubbing herself while I rubbed myself. I made a motion to reach out and touch her, but she said "No" flatly. I moved from her eyes to her chest, tips of her tits visible against the fabric. I thought about pulling her down to me, standing up, and slidding my hard cock between her coconut breasts, up and down, up and down, the fabric of her suit keeping my cock next to her. Her head was back, and her eyes were focused intently on my crotch, her bottom lip in her mouth. She looked so close, breathing so hard. I wanted her to see what I could do, so I moved my eyes back to her breasts and imagined fucking them, faster and faster. At this she moaned, and breathed "Fuck them ___, fuck them hard. Right between them, fuck them faster. I want to feel your heat on me", repeating over and over until finally I released my load. It shot out, getting a little bit on her feet and ankles, the rest hitting the ground between us. I pumped more and more under the head, getting everything out. She closed her eyes, moved her head towards the sky, and brought herself to climax, moaning loudly again and again. She breathed out deeply once, twice. She stood looking at me, before sighing and reaching behind her, moving the backs of her hands down her ass. She then moved her hands towards her ass, and loosened the fabric binding her crotch. "I should go back now." She made no movement and looked to her feet. She bent down, and dabbed a finger into my cum. She brought it to her mouth slowly, looking at me, making sure I saw. She slid her finger into her mouth, all the way in, and then slid it back out, wet only with her spit. She stood back up and walked past me, letting her leg caress my arm. I breathed out deeply, pulled my trunks back up, moved some dirt around on the ground, and exited the woods. My Northern WI Vacation Ch. 06 === Part X === As I left the woods, I looked over towards the lake and Erin's lawn chair. But, while the chair was there, Erin was no where to be seen. I looked over towards the house and saw Erin in her kitchen, seemingly arguing with Amanda. As I made my way towards my grandmothers, I kept my eyes towards Erin and Amanda. Amanda glanced out the window, saw me, and stopped talking. Erin looked back, looked back to Amanda, and ran into the back and up the stairs. Amanda watched her go up, and I started making my way to my to my grandmother's. However, before I reached the patio, I heard Amanda call to me. "___. Can I talk to you?" I looked over. "Hi Amanda. Sure." "I just wanted to let you know that Alan won't be back this week." "Okay." "Would you like to come in for something to drink?" "Maybe in a little bit? I'd like to change out of my trunks." "Well, alright. I'll see you later today." I smiled and turned back towards my grandmother's, and headed inside. When I reached the door, I looked over at Amanda, but she was no longer outside. I immediately headed upstairs to my room. --- When I reached my room, I walked over towards the window. Across the way, Erin was sitting on the end of her bed, head buried in her hands. As I stood watching, she took her head out of her hands, looked up towards the ceiling and shuddered. She looked down, then looked to her left towards her mirror. She was still wearing her swimsuit. She stayed like this for a while, so I walked over to where I had put my binoculars, and brought them over to the window. I brought them up to my face, and turned my eyes towards her window. The first thing I saw was her looking directly in my direction. I almost dropped the binoculars onto the ground. When I looked back up, she was still looking over. I brought the binoculars back to my eyes and saw that she was actually smiling. Her hand raised up, and she waved. I freed a hand and waved back. She turned away and wiped her eyes. She stood up, and faced the back wall, back to me. I kept my eyes focused on her face, so I saw her turn her head over her shoulder, looking back at me. I zoomed out a bit, and watched as her hands trailed up her sides, to her back. She put her fingers around her swimsuit top's clasp, and opened it up. As I watched, she then slipped her hands across the side of her chest, towards the front of her body, pulling her top off. She brought the top to a side, and dropped it on the floor. Her hands came back to her sides, this time going down to her waist. She then moved her hands to her ass putting two fingers under the fabric at the bottom. Once there, she started moving her fingers straight up her ass, moving her suit into the crack of her ass, making it once again into a thong. I kept my eyes on her hands, since she was obviously putting on a show for me. Her hands moved to her waist, to the band of her pants, and pulled her suit bottom straight down her legs. I brought my eyes up, towards her ass. To each side, I could see part of each breast. I moved my eyes to between her legs and looked at the sweet folds of her skin. She peeked her head out to the right, looking at me, smiling. I kept my eyes on her face, moving to the left just a little to see both between her legs and at her face. I moved a hand down, putting it on my stomach, and reached under my trunks. After doing so, she started mouthing something. It took me a minute, and a couple of times from her; "Drop your pants." I moved my arm around my waist, combined with my hand, to move my trunks down my body. She smiled and winked. I wrapped my hand around my once again hard cock, and stroked it, back and forth. Seeing this, her hands crept up her legs until they were just under her ass. She moved two fingers towards her pussy, and inserted them. She pulled them out. She inserted them. I slowed myself down, and so did she. I sped up, and so did she. I brought my binoculars down, but put them right back up. Unfortunately, I was too far away without them. I could only see her if I kept them to my face. I slowed myself down, wanting to make this last as long as I could. Without warning, however, she stopped, and moved her face towards her door. She stood up, moved one arm in front of her chest, moved the other in front of her pussy, and moved into what must have been a closest. I kept my eyes trained towards where she'd gone, but when she came out, she was wearing a shirt and shorts. She went to open the door, so I dropped the binoculars to my side and moved away from the window, pulling my trunks up as I did so. --- When next I saw Erin, she was getting into the same gold car as she had gotten out of on Friday. She got in, shut the door, and the car drove away. No one else was outside. === Part XI === Monday and Tuesday absolutely crawled. I had four more houses to finish this week, and as I thought, two of them were quite the nightmare. With Erin gone, I had absolutely no release at night. So it was a slow and grueling couple of days. Wednesday morning, I eat breakfast with my grandmother as usual, but then she was out the door and off to Green Bay. The two days that I'd been looking forward to had finally arrived. The day started off early, with a quick request to fix a door that had come off it's hinges. After that, and a couple other small requests, it was time for lunch, so I headed over to my grandmother's to grab a bite to eat. As I approached, I noticed that someone was sitting in one of the chairs on the porch, and it looked to be Amanda. For the first time, her hair was done, and ended up being a couple inches lower than her shoulder. She was wearing a black, one-piece, swimsuit top, and pair of extremely short shorts. As I approached, she stood up, and they got no longer. "Hi ___." "Hi Amanda. Haven't seen you in a while. Can I do anything for you?" "No, you haven't come to see me since Erin came home I guess." I smiled. "I guess you're right." "I suppose you like little girls like Erin." What? "I'm sorry, it's been a long week." She smiled now, tensely. "My bathroom is having some problems. I've got no hot water, and the fan and lights aren't working." "First floor, or second?" "First. Opposite side of the house." "I can take a look at it now." My stomach grumbled. She smiled. "I can let you eat first." "It's fine." I smiled back. She started off towards her place, and while I caught up, I took a quick glance at her shorts. Not only very short, but also very tight. I could see that she was wearing a full-backed swimsuit underneath them. When we got to the house, we went back to the bathroom. It was a fairly small, with a full-sized tub, to the right wall, and a toilet and sink to the left. Directly opposite the door was a window, uncovered and open. Out the window the view was blocked by trees. There was one light, in the middle of the room, and one bathroom fan near the left corner on the wall. She was going for a cream bathroom, as everything was cream coloured except the clear shower curtain. I hit the light switch first, which did nothing. I could stand on the toilet to check the fan, so I did. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. "I'm going to grab a ladder and light bulb for the light. I think we have two different problems. I'll be right back." I made my way out of the house, to one of the storage sheds and grabbed a couple light bulbs and a small step ladder. I made my way back to the house and into the bathroom. When I walked in, Amanda was sitting on the edge of the tub. "Don't forget the water." I smiled at her. "I haven't." I put the ladder in the middle of the room, unfolded it, and stepped up to get to the light. I removed the light covering and looked over at Amanda. She was watching me. "Can you grab this for me?" "Sure." She stood up and made her way over to me. I was a couple feet up, so as she approached, I was able to get a good look at her from above. While her breasts weren't as large as Erin's, I could still imagine putting myself between her soft breasts. Ever since Saturday, Amanda had been out of my mind, but now she started creeping right back in. I could feel myself getting harder, which could prove to be somewhat embarassing. I focused my attention back to the light bulb. I switched the current one for a new one. "Can you hit the switch?" She did, but still nothing. "Didn't work." "Do you have a hair dryer?" "Yes." She turned towards the sink and opened the cabinet below. When she did so, she had her back towards me, and was bending at the waist. Her black shorts became even tighter and smaller. As she started wriggling her ass around, I was up and away. She turned back towards me, hair dryer in hand. "Here ..." My waist was just under her eye level, so she noticed my hard-on. "Want me to plug it in?" She looked up at my face. I started turning red. "Please." She turned towards a plug, her body profiled, and once again bent at the waist to plug the hair dryer in. I looked, but as I got even harder, I forced myself to look away. "It's in." I looked back at her. "Can you switch in on?" She did, but nothing happened. "Fuse. Unplug that." I stepped down and made my way to the fuse box in the kitchen. Sure enough, the bathroom was flipped. I switched it back. "Lights on!" Amanda called from the bathroom. I made my way back to the bathroom. She was smiling at me. "One problem fixed. Now, you've no hot water?" "That's right. Try it yourself." I made my way to the tub and turned the water on. The shower head started spraying before I switched it off. Sure enough, she didn't appear to have any hot water. --- After a sandwich, made my Amanda, I found that the hot water heater had been turned way down, hence no hot water. "My hero again. Thanks!" "It's my job." I smiled. "Well, I wish I could pay you back for spending so much time with me." "That's alright, it was nothing." I'd spent a couple of hours with her. "Well, I'm going to take a shower, now that I have some hot water." "And in that case, I'll be leaving. Thanks for the food." "Of course. Stop by again soon, okay?" She looked a little lonely when she said this last. "Alright." I made my way out of the bathroom and through the house. She didn't follow me to the door. I waited for a minute, and thought. She had no curtains on the window. She had a clear shower curtain. I made my way towards the opposite side of the house. --- As I got closer to the window, I could hear the water running. I made my way closer and closer to the window, trying to make as little noise as possible. There was a pretty solid block of trees, so no one would see I was out here, unless Amanda stuck her head out the window and looked. I was hoping that she wasn't going to. I could always say that I was looking at the shape of the trees to see if they needed to be trimmed back. I made my way closer and closer to the window. I stopped when I was right next to it, and listened hard. The water paused, and then started shooting out of the shower head. I heard the shower curtain move, so I peeked in. Amanda was wearing a two-piece suit, completely black in colour. The top was the same I had seen before, and the pants were the same I had seen outlined in her shorts - full-backed. She put one foot up and into the tub, followed by the other. She then pulled the curtain closed behind her. While the curtain was closed, it was clear enough that I could still see her, although the details were fuzzy. I quickly looked around the bathroom and noticed that the door was completely open. Should I walk into the house? I could get a better view from there. But, it would be much riskier. I moved my view back to her. She was reaching her hands back to her back, and unclasping her top. She pulled it off from behind her, and threw it over the top of the curtain rod. It slipped off, however, and fell onto the ground. "Damn it." A whisper. Next, she moved her hands to her waist and pulled off her bottoms. She stuck her hand out of the curtain, and dropped them onto the floor. She was now completely naked, but I couldn't see any details. Nonetheless, I was rock hard. I stuck a hand down my shorts and grabbed onto my cock. I was warm and hard. I started gently stroking myself, watching her move a washcloth over her body. She did her face, her breasts, her stomach, her ass, her legs, and turning towards the window, her pussy. She shut off the water. A hand reached up, and started to move the shower curtain back. I had to call it quits, since my head was sticking out far enough that she would have seen me. I snuck back from the window, until I was far enough away that she probably wouldn't see me, but still hidden from external view. I used my other hand to pull down my shorts and boxers, freeing my hand and cock. I closed my eyes and started moving my hand from head to base even faster. After a few moments, I heard a light gasp. I stopped, opened my eyes, and looked up. I was under another set of windows, but away from the bathroom. I took a quick look through the windows and saw Amanda laying on a bed, her left side to me. I appeared to have made my way to under her bedroom windows. There were blinds, down but not closed, and she wasn't looking in my direction, so I took another look through. She was laying on her back, completely naked. Her left leg was pulled closer to her, her knee in the air, and her foot next to her ass. Both hands were at her crotch, but because of her leg, I could only imagine what she was doing. Because of her arms, however, her breasts were pushed towards each other, and still visible. She appeared to be rubbing herself pretty quickly, and was moaning fairly softly, but almost continuously. I started rubbing my cock, timing my hands to her own. I allowed my eyes time to crawl over her body. She was still wet from the shower, and her still dripping stomach was rising and falling. Her breasts were perky and full, and also still wet. I saw a particular couple of drops, hanging around the tit of her left breast, that I imagined using my tongue to lick up. She shuddered then. "Uuh, uuh, uuuuh." I moved my hand even faster, finally feeling my warm cum spurt out of my penis, onto the wall of the building. I tried to keep myself, however, as quiet as possible, seemingly succeeding. --- I watched for a little longer, but she made no move to get up. I pulled my pants back up, and made my way back to my house, leaving my cum on the wall - I could clean it up at a future time.