Chapter 7: Hard Manual Labour
It was one of the hottest days Danger could remember. He had agreed to paint a fence for an old lady who was a friend of his aunt. While Danger didn't mind doing the work he just wished he hadn't agreed to do it this day. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck burning as he worked. However there was one consolation to working in this almost unbearable heat. The old lady had arranged for her granddaughter to help him and she was an absolute knockout, perfect in almost every way. Her name was Meghan, she had straight auburn hair that fell just short of her shoulders, green eyes, full pouty lips, her breasts were large, but firm and perky. She had an hourglass figure and slender, tanned legs. The package was improved all the more by what she was wearing. She wore a tight red slinglet that must have been a size too small and clung to the curves of her tits. The top was so tight that Danger could see the detail of her red bra underneath. She was also wearing a pair of old cut-offs that couldn't possibly be any shorter.
As they prepared their supplies Danger drank in every inch of her body committing it to memory almost since they would be separated for the better part of the morning. The fence ran along three sides of the old lady's property and Meghan suggested that they start at opposite ends and work towards the center. Danger agreed since by that time she would be sweating heavily and her clothes would be soaked and cling even tighter to her amazing body. As he began painting Meghan was out of site on the other side of the house so he concentrated on painting so he could towards her more quickly. He was able to work quickly as the heat didn't affect as much now that he was in the shade of a big maple tree.
After about an hour Danger was out from under the maple tree and again was suffering in the heat of the sun. He kept glancing over his shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of Meghan but she was still working behind the house. Eventually she did come into view and Danger could barely keep his eyes off of her. A film of sweat had formed on her legs causing them to shimmer when the sunlight hit them. Since it was a small yard Danger could still Meghan quite clearly even though they were on opposite sides of the yard. Meghan had developed the habit of bending at the waist when painting the bottom of the fence. This caused her tight ass to stick out and her cut-offs to ride up her ass cheeks fully displaying the bottom of each wondrous globe. Also visible were her red panties sticking out from under the cut-offs whenever she bent to paint the bottom of the fence.
They had each completed one side of the yard as lunchtime rolled around. The old lady appeared out of the back door and got their attention to announce that she was going to meet friends for lunch and would be away for most of the afternoon but would be back in time to pay them for their work. Just having Meghan this close was payment enough for the work but of course he couldn't refuse cash.
Meghan asked Danger if he wanted to break for lunch and he agreed. He followed her over to the back door to collect their lunches, which they had brought with them. His eyes were glued to her ass, which was wiggling seductively from side to side. They enjoyed their lunch under the shade of an oak tree was at the back of the yard. Danger kept looking at her beautiful tits since her slinglet was clinging even more tightly now that is was beginning to become soaked with sweat. However Danger kept noticing how Meghan would look past him and into the back yard of the old lady's neighbors.
"Those people have a pool and there not even using it on a day like this. What a waste," she stated between bites of her sandwich. "If I had a pool I'd be in the skimpiest bikini I own and be in there trying to stay cool instead of suffering here." Suddenly Danger's head was filled with visions of this gorgeous woman running around in some slinky string bikini and of her pulling her wet body out of a swimming pool.
"I know who lives there," Danger finally managed to say, "They've gone on vacation and won't be back until next week. So I guess the pool won't be used for a while."