Chapter 1

The end of the school year comes as a mixed blessing to me. My name is Josh. I'm seventeen years old, as of last week, and have just completed my third year of high school. My family lives in the northern part of a Western state, where my parents own and operate a resort. The resort property is about five thousand acres, but we lease the rights to horseback ride and fish on another fifty thousand acres. We have numerous trails, some through the open range, some through the forest and some up the mountain sides, but each graded and ranked for the rider's ability. We also operate a remote shelter house and restaurant on the opposite end of the property for the benefit of riders on all-day rides. Each rider is provided with a GPS device which includes and emergency transponder. The nearest large city is about fifty miles away--"town", as in "we're going to..." is ten miles in the opposite direction. It's a village of about two thousand people that depends almost entirely on tourism in the summer for its income.

Our resort has ten individual cabins, all pretty new, and very modern. Most are filled each week by guests who, according to my Dad, "have too much money and not enough to do." I guess that's a pretty accurate description, based upon the cars they drive up here and the way they spend money. Some even fly into the local airport in a private plane. We also have a restaurant that serves some pretty terrific meals, and received some very nice reviews in the travel magazine.

The end of school means no more homework but it also means my resort duties begin. One day each week, usually Wednesday, is devoted to mowing all the grass and trimming around the buildings and trees. Each morning, immediately after breakfast, I must skim the pool and check the chemicals in it. After that, I am supposed to straighten all of the deck chairs around the pool, plus pick up and just straighten all of the recreation areas. After all that is complete, I am supposed to check the "board" for my other responsibilities.

The rules of the resort prohibit guests from bringing any children under the age of ten. I have heard my dad explain this numerous times. "The reason for this" he says," is that there is simply not enough activities for younger children to do around here that will keep them occupied and safe and further, based upon experience, children of that age can be very noisy and disruptive to the peace and tranquility of our resort." So, there are never any little kids here, which is okay by me.

The "board" was a chalk board in my dad's office with the names of any children that were straying with us, as well as their ages and, if known, their interests or hobbies. If a child's name was on the board, and my name was next to it, my parents were telling me that they had assigned me to look after that child for the day. Typically it would show something like "Carole (11)--Josh 10-4", which meant that I was supposed to be in charge of the entertainment and activities of an eleven year old female guest from the hours of ten that morning until four in the afternoon. What it really meant was that I got stuck baby sitting some spoiled brat kid while mom and dad went horseback riding or fishing or cave exploring, typically an all day side trip. I have nothing in common with ten year old girls, nor eleven, nor twelve either, for that matter.

God how I hate to see anything written on that board.

The first two weeks following Memorial Day were usually just adults, I think because it was still not all that warm here and in some places, kids are still in school. That was okay with me. It gave me time to do all the odd jobs that I needed to complete before I really got rolling in the summer. On the Monday of the third week, I finished the pool cleaning and straightening and went in to look at the board. "Karen 15 (swimming) Josh 10-7 every day this week" I was stunned.

"Every day?" I said to myself. "I have to entertain a fifteen year old girl every day this week, all day??? What about mowing?" Of course there was no one nearby to hear these questions, so. And then I started thinking about just how does one entertain a fifteen year old girl (that you don't even know) all day long? All of these thoughts raced through my head as I stood there looking at the "board".

I went to the office to get the details for the day and was introduced to Karen when I walked in. Her parents were thrilled that I was there to "entertain" her so that they could go do their thing on horseback up the mountain trails. I decided the best thing I could do was get her out of the office and away from the visible part about her being omitted from their activities. After explaining the various options for what to do all day, she thought sitting by the pool sounded about the best for the first day. While I readied some chairs that were positioned for the optimum sun, she returned to her cabin to change into her swimsuit.

Our pool is quite large, fifty feet long and twenty five wide, and has both a low and high diving board, and of course a shallow end for those that can't swim but still want to get wet. The pool deck is a ten foot wide expanse of concrete, stained light blue to match the water. I have positioned chaise lounges all around the deck, with enough spacing to allow for some level of privacy anyway. In addition, there were at least ten large beach umbrellas in stands. Even though we were in so called "God's country", the sun can get very warm by mid afternoon, and depending upon the time of year, with its different angles, play some really wild tricks on people's vision.

She returned wearing a white beach robe over her one piece suit. Karen was not blessed with the face of a homecoming queen or Hollywood starlet. Her face had a warmth to it that said she was a friendly person, not difficult to look at, with bright green eyes and a soft complexion, but would never stop conversation in a room that she entered. She wore her blond hair in a pixie type cut, short and easy to manage, I guess. As she sat down in the chaise lounge, she removed her robe and I was able to see the rest of her figure a little better. She did have boobs, not giant, but they were there and they were obviously real. Her tummy was flat and her hips sort of rounded. The way her suit was cut, it made her legs looked like they went up to her shoulders. It suddenly dawned on me that this was the first girl of her age that I could recall coming to our resort. Most of the kids that I "entertained" were eleven or twelve years old. She was the first girl with a body to sit next to me at this pool in a swimsuit. I found myself staring at her breasts.

"What's the matter?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?"

Why are you staring at my suit that way? Is there something wrong with it?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "I wasn't staring. I was just thinking about things, I guess, and I really wasn't looking at anything." I was truly embarrassed and am sure that I was blushing more than a little.

"It's like you've never seen a girl before."

How did I get to be on the defensive so quickly? I wondered. I let the conversation lag for a bit, so that maybe we could change the subject. When I next spoke, I began asking about her hometown and school. Karen had just finished her first year in high school, was a good student, had lots of friends but was not allowed to date until she turns sixteen. I don't remember everything she said, but the conversation continued for quite some time. I began to feel like I was the first guy she had ever had the opportunity to be alone with.

It was sometime after lunch when she decided to actually swim in the pool. We had been simply catching the rays all morning; it felt good to be out with nothing to do, just relaxing.

"Come on, " she said. "Let's get wet for a while." With that, she dove into the pool. I followed quickly, and when I surfaced, she was standing in the shallow end, looking at me, and facing the sun. I think it was one of those wonderful "weird sun" days. I shook the water from my head and looked at her. Pointing straight out at me from her chest were the very large, bright red colored part of her boobs, and a very dark shadowy patch between her legs. Her swimsuit had become almost transparent when it was wet and she stood in this sun light.

All I could manage was, "Wow!" Thankfully, I didn't elaborate and she assumed I was commenting about the temperature of the water, which was still pretty chilly. As I continued to look at her, my cock was hardening, tenting out my suit to the point that I had to "stumble" back into the water to cover it up. As I frolicked in the water Karen had turned her body so that it was no longer in the direct sunlight. Immediately, my view of her body was back to normal. When she next actually turned to face the sun, her suit had dried enough to become opaque again. Moments later, my cock managed to calm down as well.

I have seen my fair share of girls boobs, given my age, but I have never seen a girl have nipples that big. And while I had only seen the shadow from at least ten feet away, there was not doubt that she had a lot of hair between her legs, which was another new experience for me. The three girls that I had managed to convince to remove their panties for me were all shaved bare. And if her suit was going to become transparent when it was wet, I'd better make sure that we only swam when we were alone or someone would complain, sure as heck. Some of the guests that we have had in the past complained about anything and everything. I can't imagine how loud their voices would be about "see through" swim suits.

Back in the chaise lounges again, the conversation became, "Josh, tell me about your life now." We talked at length about how it was so different living in a small town compared to her big city, and going to a small school where each kid knew every other one. My high school had about a thousand kids in it. Hers had almost four times that many. She barely knew the names of all of her classmates. I knew the names of all the boys in my class, and all of the girls in the entire school. (And I made sure that they knew mine too.)

As it neared the time that her parents were scheduled to return, she excused herself and went to clean up to get ready for their dinner. We talked about tomorrow's activities, and I suggested we try the hiking trails for a while. She thought that was a great idea. As she entered her cabin, she bent down to remove her sandals and gave me a clear view down the front of her suit. I did not mind what I saw.

I returned to our house and headed to my room and straight for the shower. Cock in hand, I was stroking it before I was even wet, think of how erotic she looked in her transparent suit and wondering if I would get an opportunity to see more. I splattered my first load of cum all over the shower wall and then thought about actually washing my body. As I proceeded to lather up, I started thinking about her again, and found it necessary to imagine her body below mine while I stroked my cock for a second time. Eventually the water started to cool, and I figured I 'd better be done with the shower and dressed for dinner soon.