It was almost Memorial Day and I was looking forward to a long weekend with the family at the lake. I had the camper out and loaded and was sitting in the boat working on fishing lines. It had been a typically stressful day in the home office, everything from work at home was harder than if I had access to all my resources at work. Thankfully, it was a pleasantly cool evening as I sat in my pontoon boat in the super huge carport I had to build to keep it out of the rain. With no breeze in the carport to keep me cool, I sat in front of a box fan as I sat and replaced fishing line on a reel. From my perch, I could see the road in front of our house, my attention drawn to one of the neighbor's cars heading out down the gravel road. I doubted that Vasile even noticed me, tucked back in the long narrow shed, as he took off down the road.
I looked back down at my work, thinking about the upcoming weekend in only two short days. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Vanessa, Vasile's wife, walking along the gravel road. There aren't a lot of neighbors on our dead-end road, in fact, there are only half a dozen total for the whole quarter mile long road. Vasile and Vanessa lived on the very end, their drive only about a hundred yards from ours. They seemed like a nice couple, recently coming over from Romania. Vasile was a hard worker, doing construction for some company and side jobs in the evenings. Vanessa didn't work and took frequent walks along the road, always stopping to talk with me when I was out in the front yard. They were quite a bit younger than my wife and I, Vanessa easily young enough to be my daughter. That didn't stop her from being extremely friendly and kind.
Vanessa must have seen me sitting in the boat and turned to walk down the driveway towards me. She had on her typical warm weather attire, a bare midriff tank top and micro shorts. She was a slender, petite young woman, weighing maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. She was nice looking, though I wouldn't label her as Playboy quality. She walked into the boat shed, climbed the front ladder on the pontoon boat trailer and stepped into the boat to greet me.
"Hi Scott! How are you doing tonight?" she asked in her heavily accented English.
"Hi Vanessa. Just trying to get everything ready for this weekend."
"I saw you got your camper out of storage."
"Yeah. Gonna have the whole family together at the lake," I answered.
"Sounds like fun. I haven't been to a lake in a long time."
"Maybe some time you and Vasile could come along."
"I'd probably have to get a new swimsuit," she said as she stood a few feet away from me on the wide deck of the boat. She paused for long seconds, almost as if she were going to say more, drawing my attention from my fishing reel up to her. Without another word, she reached up to the bottom edge of the very short tank top she wore and pulled it up and over her head. She tossed the tank top on the bench seat she was standing next to and then reached behind her back, unsnapping the tiny lace bra she had on under it.
"Holy shit. Vanessa!" I said in surprise as she let her hands fall to her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her now bare chest. Her tits weren't big, maybe a small B cup, with round puffy areola about the size of half a dollar. Centered in each pink puffed out circle was a small rock hard nipple. I didn't have an over abundance of time to enjoy the view before she bent over, pushing her tiny shorts down and working them over the canvas shoes she wore. I stared in shock as she straightened up, tossing her shorts onto the pile of clothing she no longer was wearing. She stood in front of me, looking nervous in nothing but her little canvas sneakers and a tiny white lace panty. Her nervousness turned to a crooked grin as she pushed the panty down, bending over to pull each of her feet out of it before adding it to the pile of clothes sitting on the seat. She stood, completely nude except for her shoes, grinning up at me.
I stared at her, bare body, her nipples invitingly hard and her completely shaved pussy and mound looking like that of a teenager. Her lips were full and round, slightly darker than the rest of her creamy white skin, with a hint of inner labia protruding slightly. She looked... well... incredibly sexy as she stood there. Only after long seconds of staring at her body did it really sink in that she was standing naked in front of me in full view of anyone going down the road. "Holy shit. Vanessa!" I hissed when I could talk again, looking past her to see if anyone was actually on the road.
She just stood there, letting me look at her for long seconds before she reached a hand out toward me and flexed her fingers in the international sign for "get your ass over here".
"What?" I asked as she stood, looking expectantly at me.
She rolled her eyes and then reached for the rod on my lap. She moved the rod aside and then sat down on the bench seat next to me, laying herself back and swinging one leg up and over my head to rest on the seat back. With her laying on the bench, one foot on the seat behind me and the other on the floor, her spread legs pulled her pussy apart slightly, allowing a glimpse of her pink inner depths.
"Damn Vanessa!" I said as I stared down at her, getting nothing but a grin in return. She reached between her legs and gently stroked her fingers along her pussy, letting her middle finger slip between her lips. Her finger glistened with her own juices as she used both hands to pull her pussy lips apart even more, to show me the entrance to her sweet looking vagina, almost as if it were an open invitation. She lay there for several long seconds before she decided I wasn't going to move and lifted her leg up and over me once again. She stood up from the bench and then knelt on the bench next to me, reaching for the buckle on the belt of my shorts. I grabbed at her hands to stop her from unbuckling it.
