Greg had been looking for a place to spend his summers away from the humdrum of the city. After the real estate agent had shown him any number of prospective homes, he finally decided on a cabin located on the Shore of Timber Lake. Directly across from the cabin was a small cluster of homes which formed a community called Resort Point. Although Greg only intended to use the cabin during the summer, the neighboring community was more of a "year round" settlement.
He had intended to finish several books he had been commissioned to do for his publisher and this would be the ideal setting to do that. It was rather isolated except for his neighbors across the lake and it was quiet.
Actually the voices of the people living in "Resort Point" could be heard across the five or six hundred yards of water that separated him from his neighbors.
Even as he was moving in, he became aware of the interest his presence was generating. Once inside the cabin, and out of sight, he looked out thru his kitchen window and spotted three young women on a dock. They were passing binoculars back and forth as they peered at his newly acquired home.
He smiled and thought to himself, "I have either long range peeping toms or just curious neighbors to contend with now."
The woman who had arranged the purchase had sort of hinted that there was something not quite right with his selection, but failed to go further. He had an inspector come over and verify that everything was as it should be, so there should be no surprises about his new purchase, but still he had this uncomfortable feeling something was wrong.
Not one day had passed before he had his first visitor. She arrived in a skiff and tied up at his dock. Climbing out, she displayed long tan legs and a supple little ass tightly confined in a pair of white short shorts.
Her light blue pullover was possibly one or two sizes too small which made her firm breasts perfectly outlined beneath the soft fabric.
She spent an inordinate amount of time bending over while she secured her small boat, almost as if deliberately taking provocative poses for his admiring glances.
Greg had to admit that the young woman was stunning and when she turned to walk up the path she swayed her hips much more than necessary. She almost seemed to be doing some sort of strip tease but without actually taking anything off.
Stepping onto the porch, she softly knocked. Greg opened the door and without being invited, she walked in.
"Hi neighbor, I'm Silky. I live across the cove and thought it might be neighborly to stop in and introduce myself. I wanted to be first to meet our new neighbor."
Greg stared at her and as she smiled back, her eyes moved from his face down to his feet then back up, pausing at his crotch. For a brief moment he got the feeling that he was being undressed.
"Oh yes," she went on, "You are so much the one, dahlin. You are just what we need up here. Are you taken? I mean are you spoken for? Wife, girlfriend anything like that?"
Greg looked down and shuffled his feet. She was making him feel very uncomfortable. To say she was forward would be an understatement. She was much more forward than any women he had ever encountered before, and yet he was attracted to her.
Her smile was coy but there was some sort of fire in the depths of her deep blue eyes that seemed to be calling him. He finally found his voice and answered. "No, no one at the moment. I really bought this place to get away and do some fishing and just relax."
She smiled, and then sort of pouted her lips in thought before going on. "It's sort of desolated up here. Ya know, a man's gonna need a good woman for company and things. You know what things I mean I'm sure. I'm good at those things, so if you need anything, I'll be here for you. And I've got a hell of a good body and all, so we can take care of each other any time you want."
Reaching down she grasped the hem of her blouse, and pulled it up, holding it under her chin. "Look, nice firm titties and a hard flat tummy... and I'm tight."
Her breasts probably would fill a 28C bra, if she were wearing one, and her nipples were like small thimbles centered in pink areoles about the size of silver dollars.
"Like them? I really get off on having them pinched and sucked, and I can go on for hours with the right person. Wanna be the right person, Greg?"
He had this stupid grin frozen on his face. His gaze moved from her breasts up to her eyes and locked. Completely stunned by her offer he paused before clearing his throat and mumbling.
"I guess. I mean I'd have to think about it,... er Miss Silky. I mean sure you're a beautiful young woman and all, but this is sort of something I... er, we should think over a bit."
She smiled at his apparent embarrassment and went on. "My aren't you the shy one. Haven't you ever had a girl interested in you who didn't want anything except your cock? My, oh my, I bet you're big too. Can I check it out?"
Without an answer she squatted down and began to unfasten his belt and undid his fly. Pulling his jeans down so they hung just above his hips she slid her hands inside.
Cupping his balls in one hand, her other hand slowly slid along the length of his cock.
"Beautiful! Simply beautiful sweetie. My god your getting big and you're circumcised too, I like that. More sensation for a girl that way. Mmmm your damn big baby."
Tilting her head slightly she asked, "Want Silky to suck you a little? Mmmmmmmf, you are good darlin... mmmm, and you taste good too."
Suddenly releasing him, she looked up into his face and whispered. "I love to swallow, baby. It really turns me on when that happens. I bet you'd like that too."
Greg finally regained control and reaching down, took her arms and lifted her up so she stood in front of him.
"Your going a little too fast for me Silky. Isn't it the guy who's supposed to be the aggressive one?"
"Not in Resort Point baby. It's first come first serve around here. If a girl doesn't look out her herself, she won't get any, and baby, your prime grade stock. I bet that by the end of the week you're going to have five or six women panting at your door but you're going to remember Silky, baby. And to make sure you do, I want to give you just a little sample of what good ass is."
Turning her back on Greg, she suddenly released her shorts and pushed them down around her ankles. Her arms crossed, grasped her blouse and whipped it up over her head.
Her auburn hair tumble across her bare shoulders. Still facing away she turned her head and looking back over her shoulder she whispered, "Come on baby, Silky wants to give you a sample, and I need it bad."
Then she bent over the back of his couch and wiggled her tight little ass invitingly.
