Chapter 1

The call-in order came in a few minutes before midnight, just as we were about to close. The manager took the order and showed me the slip, his raised eyebrow asking me if I would deliver it on my way home. I grimaced and shook my head no. It had been very slow for a Friday night, mostly because nobody wants a hot meal on a swelteringly hot night like this one was.

I had been sweating my balls off all night long; the air conditioning couldn’t keep the kitchen cool in the face of the ninety degree night and the three big pizza ovens. All I wanted to do was get into the ancient car Mom shared with me and go home to the house where I lived with her. I couldn’t wait to take a cold shower and camp out in front of the air conditioner in the living room.

The manager covered the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand and said, “She knows that we’re about to close and the delivery guy is gone. She’s promising at least a ten dollar tip.”

That got my attention. The tips had been lousy all night what with business being so slow and like everyone else in this economy, Mom and I were struggling to keep our heads above water. I couldn’t afford to ignore a ten dollar tip.

I nodded yes and the manager handed me the slip. I quickly got the dinner ready, packaged it up and paid for it before I left. Paying for it now meant that the manager could cash out his drawer and I wouldn’t have to go through the bullshit of turning in the slip and paying for it when I came to work on Monday night.

I read the slip of paper taped to the bag and then looked at the address numbers on the mailboxes as I slowly passed them in the car. And there it was, one-thirty-one Dorset Street, five acres of well manicured grass fronting a very swanky McMansion. My heart sank as I saw that there were no lights on in the house.

I pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, grabbed the spaghetti dinner and climbed out of the car into the hot summer night. My radar was working overtime as I walked to the front door. This could be a setup for a robbery and although I only had about ten bucks on me, a potential robber couldn’t know that. They liked to call in to fast food joints and then rob the driver when he showed up.

I pressed the doorbell and stood with my back to the door, my ears cocked for the sound of feet on the gravel driveway or the rustle of bushes as a body brushed by them.

Nothing. No sounds from the night and no light or sound from the house. Great. I rang the bell again, really leaning on it this time in order to rouse anyone that may have fallen asleep waiting for me. Still nothing. I was pissed off now. Somebody had just cost me the price of a dinner and the gas and time it took to get it out here. I leaned on the doorbell one more time, then opened the screen door and hammered on the front door with my fist.

“You’re gonna break it down if you keep that up,” said a low, warm soprano voice from my left.

I looked towards the voice and saw the figure of a woman standing by the corner of the house, silhouetted against the glow of lights that had not been on a moment before. I stepped back and let the screen door hiss shut.

“Marco’s Pizza,” I said, struggling to keep my anger out of my voice. “Did you call in an order?”

“I did,” she replied. “Come on around to the backyard. Sorry I didn’t hear the doorbell, I was setting up at the pool.”

She vanished around the side of the house and I followed her. I turned the corner into the backyard and saw her waiting for me at the door of an enormous screen house that covered the swimming pool and the brick apron that surrounded it. The pool lights were on and there were several lit Tiki torches flanking it as well.

“Go through the door fast when I open it,” she said. “I don’t want to let in any more bugs than I have to.”

I nodded and she opened the screen door, slipped through it and I followed right on her heels, closing the door firmly behind myself. She led me over to a patio table and picked up a thin wad of money. I set the bag down on the table and she offered me the money.

“Here you go,” she said. “Keep the change.”

I fanned the bills and saw that it was fifty dollars. I looked up at the woman, now dimly lit by the lights as she said, “Think of it as an apology for forgetting to turn on a light.” She pushed the bag aside, picked up a glass pitcher beaded with condensation and asked, “Would you like something cold to drink? You look awfully hot.”

I wasn’t the only one that was hot; I could see that her upper lip and forehead were misted with tiny beads of sweat. I stuffed the money in my pocket and replied, “No thank you, ma’am. I’m heading home for a nice cold shower. Thank you for the offer and the great tip though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Sweat is running off you in rivers. You can spare the time to sit down and cool off for a few minutes.”

“I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “I am pretty thirsty. I’ll have some water, if you’ve got it handy.”

“Coming right up,” she said. She set down the pitcher, rummaged around in an ice chest, took out a bottle of water and dumped it into a tall glass. She added a handful of ice from the cooler, the ice clinking against the sides of the glass as she picked it up and handed it to me. She filled her glass from the pitcher as I sat down and took a sip. It was ice cold and delicious.

I took a good sized swig, closing my eyes and moaning as the cold liquid flowed down my throat. I heard the snick of a lighter as she lit a pair of candles that were sitting on the table. I opened my eyes, seeing my hostess in good light for the first time. She smiled at me as she dropped the lighter and picked up her glass.

She was a short, white haired woman around five and a half feet tall. Her brief beach coat revealed a slim yet hearty figure. She had deep, round breasts over a slim waist, womanly hips and long, shapely and very lovely legs. Her hair was thick, short and shone in the dim light, covering her head in a cap of tight snow white curls. She had regular, even features, a small, upturned button nose and Cupid’s bow lips which widened into a grin that revealed her even white teeth when she smiled.

Judging by the lines around the base of her neck and the crows feet that framed her cobalt blue eyes, I figured her to be around thirty-five or forty years old. Nevertheless, her apparent age didn’t stop my dirty little mind from fantasizing about her. It had been a long twelve months since my first and only girlfriend had broken up with me, my hostess was hotter than hell and in a pretty damned skimpy outfit, and I was almost terminally horny.

She sank into a chair and frankly checked me out as she took a sip from her glass. What she saw was a six foot two inch, slim yet well muscled young man of sixteen with pale blue eyes, sun-bleached brown hair and skin tanned to a coffee and cream brown from a summer of sun at the beach.

“I’m Dana,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“Jack,” I replied. “Pleased to meet you.”

I drank the rest of the water and Dana asked, “Would you like more water or maybe some iced tea this time?”

“I don’t want to impose...”

“You’re not,” she said with a smile. “If you were, I wouldn’t offer. Here, try the iced tea. It’s quite good.”

She filled my glass from the pitcher just as a weak breeze sprang up. I didn’t even think before I leaned forward and stripped off my sweat soaked muscle tee, sighing in pleasure as the cool breeze caressed my chest. “Oh God,” I moaned, “Please don’t stop blowing on me!”

Dana laughed and I blushed scarlet as I realized what I had just done. “What a great little prayer!” she chuckled. “We can help Him out a little, if you’d like. Come with me.”

She stood up and walked over to a small bench that was next to the corner of the house. I picked up my glass and followed her, my eyes riveted to the flex and roll of her ass as she walked. She had, I decided, a world class ass. She turned and sank down on the bench, a small smile growing on her face as she caught me checking her out.

The breeze doubled in velocity as I passed the corner of the house. I stopped dead in my tracks and raised my arms, sighing, “Oh God, that feels good!”

“The whole back of the house catches the south wind and funnels it here,” Dana said with a smile. “Combined with the view, that makes this the best place to cool off on the whole property.”

“I would think that the swimming pool would be number one,” I said as I sat down.

“Well yeah, if you want to get wet,” she replied.

“If I had a swimming pool, I’d live in it in the summer.”

“They’re nice but they’re not that nice,” she laughed. “A small swimming pool like this one, the water gets too hot to enjoy it.”

“How hot is too hot?” I asked. The idea that a swimming pool could get too hot to enjoy was a concept that I hadn’t considered before. It made sense though; if the summer sun could warm Lake Champlain up to the mid seventies, a small pool like hers probably did get uncomfortably warm.

“The water was close to ninety this morning,” she replied. “It’s around seventy-two now. I had a half a ton of ice delivered this morning just to cool it off.”

“Wow!” I was impressed; cooling off a swimming pool with ice is something that I would never have thought of. I looked longingly at the pool. The breeze was nice but it was still hot. I began to rethink the cold shower idea, maybe a swim at Bare Ass beach was the way to go.

I drained my glass and stood up. “Thank you very much for the water and iced tea,” I said to her. “But I gotta get going. My air conditioner is calling me.” I walked back to the table and put my glass on it, then bent over and picked up my tee shirt.

I heard her glass clink against the table as she set it down and she said, “I was about to take a swim when you got here. Why don’t you join me?”

I gave her a quick look and opened my mouth to beg off when she said, “Please? I hate to swim alone.” There was a pleading look on her face, a look that I don’t think she knew was there. I hesitated for a long moment and her face became expressionless. “Well,” she said dully, “Suit yourself.”

She walked to the edge of the pool, untying the sash of her beach coat as she moved. She shrugged her shoulders and the terrycloth coat slid down her arms and pooled at her feet, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

She dove into the water with hardly a ripple and glided underwater to the other end of the pool. She did a very nice racing turn and backstroked back to where I was standing, my jaw flapping in the breeze as I stared at her. She started treading water and looked up at me.

“If you’re not coming in, then you’d better go,” she said softly. “I don’t need an audience.” She kicked off the wall and swam to the other end of the pool again, her fabulous tits rolling from side to side as she backstroked across the pool. I gulped and fumbled with my belt, frantically trying to skin out of my shorts and underwear before she got back.

My cock was as hard as a rock by the time I dropped my shorts, kicked my sneakers off and plunged into the pool, diving in over her as she reached the wall and began to tread water. I dove deep and turned, opening my eyes underwater and staring at her lush body as she hung onto the side of the pool. I stayed down for as long as I could, imprinting the jutting mounds of her ripe tits and the gentle curves of her neatly trimmed mound and softly rounded belly on my brain.

I began to run out of air and kicked off the bottom of the pool, and that’s when it happened. The muscles in the calf of my left leg suddenly knotted as a powerful cramp hit me. The pain was excruciating, forcing me to double over in the water, futilely trying to work the knotted muscles into relaxation. I broke the surface and bellowed in agony, inhaling a mouthful of water as I thrashed around in the water.

Then I was in real trouble, gasping and choking, drowning just two or three strokes from the side of the pool. I felt a fist in my hair and I was suddenly being towed into shallow water. Dana towed me all the way over to the steps and made me sit down.

She grabbed my leg and lifted it, saying, “Point your toes like a ballerina and stretch that leg! Stretch it as much as you can!” Then her hands were on the knotted calf, pushing my leg even higher and firmly massaging the cramping muscle, her thumbs digging into it and helping it relax.

“Christ, that hurts!” I said between my clenched teeth.

She made me hold my leg as high as I could while she worked on the muscle. Gradually, it started to relax and the pain faded away, leaving an odd, tight feeling in my calf. Long before then however, I had begun to notice her big swaying breasts and now I had more than one muscle that had that tight feeling. I was regrowing my hard on right in front of her as she massaged my leg and there was absolutely no way that she was going to miss it after she finished working on me.

“How’s that feel?” she asked. “Is the cramp gone?”

“Yes ma’am, it seems to be,” I said. I could feel my face turning a flaming red as the moment I was dreading drew closer.

“No more swimming,” she ordered. “Get up and walk around on it, try to get it a little looser. I’ll get you something to drink. I think you cramped up because you’re dehydrated and short on electrolytes.” She let go of my leg and waded past me and up the stairs, hurrying to the house. “Start walking!” she said before she went inside. “Or it may come back.”

I got to my feet and hobbled up the stairs and out of the pool, grimacing as some minor pain flared in my calf again. I started walking around the pool, trying to think ugly and disgusting thoughts in an effort to get my cock to go down. But no matter how hard I tried, pictures of Dana’s lush, ripe body kept superimposing themselves on my brain.

I was on my second lap around the pool, heading away from the house when the rumble of the sliding glass patio door told me that she was back. I bit my tongue until tears came to my eyes, gamely trying to lose my erection but it was no good. I turned the corner around the far side of the pool and headed for the house and Dana, waiting for a scathing remark about my moral fiber or lack thereof.

She didn’t say a word. She looked but it was no more than a quick glance and then she handed me a big jug of Gatorade. “Drink all of it,” she told me. “It’ll help replenish the minerals and electrolytes that you sweated away today.”

I took a huge swig from the bottle and lowered it. “Keep walking until that leg feels normal,” she ordered. She sat down as I started on another lap of the pool. I was nonplussed by her attitude, to say the least, and more than a little relieved by it too. No awkward questions or comments meant no awkward answers from me.