As I realised that Anna was naked blood rushed into my face making my skin feel hot, quickly I looked down and blurted "Uhh I am uh sorry I was looking for Adam I didn't uh realise you were uhh..."
I tried to blink the image out of mind but it was etched on my mind as surly as the shadow of the son that lingers in the eyes. Soft pale skin with smooth muscle spread beneath. ...Slightly puffy lips, dirty blond hair that fell just past her shoulders and a triangle of fine pubic hair over a shapely mound amply supported by strong hips and long shapely legs. ...Light green penetrating eyes ...Full firm breasts. Anna was my friend Adam's sister and if one would describe her fraises like "almost perfect" "odd," "beautiful," "healthy" and "handsome" were practically obligatory and would necessarily pop up with annoying regularity. She was tall, about 6' her face had angular but feminine features and her eyes were bright. If I had tried to search for something I didn't like I would still be leering at her naked body.
Adam lived in the summer on the shore of a small lake about a half an hour from a small town and a great distance from anywhere that most people would think of as anywhere. It was a beautiful late spring day in western Canada and I had dropped by unannounced to shoot the shit and catch a few rays maybe take a swim and plan a going away party as Adam was eastern bound for employment in the oil rich areas of northern Alberta which obviously meant tedium and discomfort for him and he wasn't looking forward to it.
"He's gone for the day Karl... went to town this morning."
Anna returned with serenity that made me feel juvenile for my reaction to her nakedness.
I am Karl: about 6'2 200 pounds with hair and eyes just a bit lighter than Anna's. I have hair down to the bottom of my shoulder blades and a beard that comes to a point under my chin.
Anne calmly wrapped the large towel that defended her from the hot pebbles of the beach around her just above her breasts and tied it firmly, the way she did this made it seem obvious that she was doing this more for my comfort than for hers. She sat on a sun bleached wide white log that had gnarled roots stretching chaotically out one end. She sat in a hollow just on the log side of the roots and made herself comfortable broadcasting the intention of going back to her reading.
I was still looking forward to a day of relaxation and Anne seemed to expect me to stay but I thought that it would still be considerate to ask her.
"You don't mind if I stay, do you?"
"Not really, help yourself..." She said gesturing to the open vacant beach made up of pebbles less than an inch in diameter a slightly crooked smile above her pointy chin.
I walked back up to my small pickup truck, ashamed with myself both for walking in on her and also for being so awkward. I picked a case of beer out of the back and got my book and lunch box off of the passenger seat.
I tossed the six pack as far as I could into the lake sending up a splash and getting a surprised look from Anna. I didn't bother to explain to her that the sun only warmed the surface of the lake and under seven to ten feet of water it was a refrigerator. I found a seat against a nearby log and opened my book (100 years of solitude). As I began to read I got a funny proximity related feeling as the concept of a gorgeous almost naked woman less than fifty feet from me began to tickle my abdomen. I was twenty four Adam was a year younger and Anne was twenty two. Having grown up together the age difference seemed more than it had become. She had, had a crush on me when Adam and I first started hanging out elementary school she would grab my leg and plead for me to stay with her and not do whatever it was I was planning for the day. Anne was cute but she was also a twit. At sixteen, I had felt obligated to be condescending to her and in her own turn she had slapped me in the face with complex dishonesties and scorn that only teenage girls seem to have the ability to wield like venomous acupuncture.
I had actually not spent more than a week without thinking of her and I had probably had a crush on her the entire time between when I was fourteen and eighteen.
I couldn't concentrate on what I was reading anymore but I pretended to be absorbed as I looked passed the book at her. She was sitting as she had been her back propped against a large root her legs side saddle over in the direction of the water; she was reading "The Valley of the Horses". It was the way her nose pointed at the book and how her pale bare shoulders shone in the sun. The tingling feeling in my gut doubled and redoubled as I though about going over there and striking up some meaningless conversation. I almost did but my legs were feeling weak so I decided to hope she would initiate. I took my shirt off and my pants so that I only had my swimming shorts on and I stretched out on the pebbles enduring a few moments of discomfort as the pebbles burned my back. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of the waves and the feeling of the breeze moving my long blond hair back and fourth.
"Wake up!"
I couldn't remember going to sleep but I was lying face down on the hot pebbles. There was a hand touching my shoulder as though testing to see how hot my skin was.
"You are so stupid sometimes; let me get some sun screen on you."
While I had been sleeping I had produced a throbbing erection on the warm pebbles I was grateful that I was lying face down.
"Mmm-hm" I replied actually quite eager not to get sunburned and surprisingly suddenly I flinched as I felt cold cream drop right between my shoulders. Fingers and hands slipped easily over my shoulders and down over my rib cage, my mind followed them. I was so excited that I started shaking a little my breathing became a little uneven. Her hands and fingers were strong and sure she was proud of her backrub and I had often seen her practice it on other people I had never experienced it though.
"Mmmm" I moaned half involuntary. The fingers traced the striated muscles in my shoulder blades and massaged my neck.
"Other side" Anne murmured, suggesting I roll over.
"Hmm" I refused, feigning relaxed laziness where in fact my muscles were tight and I was even more aroused.
"Have it your way you lazy ass!" Anne laughed.
She giggled through her nose as she finished protecting my last calf. Playfully she tucked her hands under my chest and pulled them out to apply some more cream, she spread her fingers between my abdominal muscles and I lifted myself slightly up on my elbows to allow her better access. She reached under my armpits and smeared my chest her hands sandwiched between the pebbles and me. Then she messily plastered my face and ears from behind laughing softly.
At this point I was sure she could feel me shaking with excitement.
"Thanks I said" sincerely the weaker part of me wanted to roll over and hug her to me.
"No problem, my back now?" she said.
"Umm... sorry."
"Why?"
"To uhh, comfortable..." I lamely excused myself.
"Lazy bastard!"
"Sorry." I really was.
"No really!" she laughed, I could hear the pebbles crunch as she rolled over.
"I can't reach and I like the sun on my back... Please!"
