I was strolling through the woods at the back of my property. I thought I might shoot a couple of rabbits or, if the rabbits decided to stay home, drop a line in the pond and see if I could snag a trout or two. As rabbits tended to congregate around the pond in the evening I felt that there was my best chance. I'd just set up and wait quietly.
As I approached the pond I could hear someone humming. Whoever it was seemed happy and could actually carry a tune. Most people who hum sound like a bee - a single note that gets louder or softer instead of higher or lower.
I came around the corner of the trail and there was the pond. Quite a nice sight it was too. The stream rippled along, cutting quietly through the middle of the pond. Low grass surrounded the pond on either side, kept low by grazing rabbits. Standing in the pond, up to her knees in cool water, was a lovely young thing, happily splashing and humming.
The nicest things were on display. A pair of lovely breasts, tipped with a delightful pink. A smooth pale mons, just the way I like them. This delightful creature, I was sure, had yet to see her nineteenth birthday. She would make a delightful pastime to while away an hour or so, especially seeing she'd probably scared off both rabbits and trout.
"Evening," I said politely.
The humming and the splashing stopped, being replaced by a shocked scream and a frantic hand dance. I will give the young lady credit. She quickly realised that she was far too late to cover her charms and gave up even trying. She came splashing out of the pool, giving me killing looks.
"That's right, you pervert," she snapped. "Take a good look."
"I am," I assured her, "and may I say that what I see is prime. You are a very well-endowed young lady and I do appreciate it."
From the look on her face she didn't seem to appreciate my compliment.
"You're trespassing," she told me, getting straight to the point. "I'll thank you to leave immediately."
"Trespassing?" I asked.
"These woods are private property. You have no right to be here. Certainly you have no right to be hunting here."
She had noticed the shotgun I was carrying. Rather a hard thing to miss, I guess.
"Ah, you're right about these woods being private property," I conceded, while continuing to enjoy the sight of her. "It just so happens that it's my private property so we may have a little dispute about who is trespassing."
"What? It is not. The Bramwells own these woods."
"Not quite true. The Bramwells own part of these woods. You may have seen some white marker stones alongside the path about fifty yards back. That's the boundary."
"You're lying," she stated, very sure of herself. "I was given specific directions to this pool and I was assured that I'd have privacy and that it was on their property."
"Let me guess the last part of your directions. Follow the path until it forks and take the right hand path. It will lead you straight to the pool."
I could tell from her puzzled look that I got it right.
"Old man Bramwell gave the directions, didn't he? You should have turned left. Old Bramwell always gives the wrong turn. I think he does it so you don't scare the fish in his pool. He doesn't care about the fish in mine."
Now she was looking embarrassed (more embarrassed) and furious. I'd have to thank old Bramwell for sending me such a charming gift.
"I'm sorry," she said, although it was choking her to say it. "I'll get my clothes and leave immediately."
"No hurry," I assured her. "I'm enjoying the view. Besides, trespassing? I think a little penalty is called for."
I was running my eyes suggestively over her body, letting her know just what sort of penalty I had in mind.
"You wouldn't dare touch me," she said, suddenly catching on to the fact that she was standing naked in front of a strange man in a lonely spot.
"I wouldn't?" I asked, moving towards her.
"But, You can't," she said in a half wail. "I've never. . ."
"Virgin?"
She nodded, still looking somewhat scared.
"Well, shit. That's just not fair."
It's one thing to seduce a reluctant young lady who knows the score. Something else entirely to seduce a reluctant innocent.
"Um, my sister is older than me. She's not a virgin."
Wasn't that wonderful. She had a sister. A sister who wasn't here.
"Well, feel free to use my pool for the next six months," I groused. "After that I'll assume that you have gained some experience and there will be a penalty, and I'll have six months of anticipation to work off. What's your name?"
"Jennifer."
"Well, I'll be going, Jennifer," I said with a sigh. "Dangerous for both of us if I remain here. I don't suppose you want to pose for a picture?" I added, tapping the pocket that held my phone.
"No, I thought not," I added, seeing the indignant look on her face.
I turned and went back the way I came. Who needed rabbit or trout? I had a nice steak in the freezer.
I went home and had my steak and composed a letter to my government member complaining about the sexual mores of our times. Decided not to send it and tore it up. I was still feeling restless so I decided to go for a walk.
It was a fine warm night under a bright full moon. For some reason I went strolling towards the scene of my earlier disappointment. As you can imagine I was a little surprised to find Jennifer still there splashing about in the pool.
"Good evening," I said, figuring that I could at least be polite.
There was a startled scream and the young lady spun around, trying to look through the shadows to see who was there. Not Jennifer, I realised. I distinctly remembered that Jennifer's mons did not have a neat little runway on it.
"Who's there," came the nervous query. "This is private property, you know."
"I'll really have to speak to old Bramwell," I said with a sigh. "He keeps sending people to swim in my pool instead of his. Jennifer should have warned you. I take it you're her sister. She didn't tell me your name."
"Ah, Vivian," she said. "No, she didn't tell me that there were two pools. It's dark. How can you possibly tell that I'm Jennifer's sister? Why couldn't I have been Jennifer or someone else entirely?"
She was scrambling out of the pool as she spoke, heading towards where her clothes were. I moved over to be there when she arrived.
"It's dark here under the trees," I admitted, "but if you turn around you'll see the pool is in full moonlight. You look enough like Jennifer that you had to be her sister."
"It's not that light. Why couldn't I have been Jennifer?"
She was standing quite close to me now, still peering around and trying to spot me. I guess I blended into the background. I took a step closer.
"This is what told me you're not Jennifer," I said softly, reaching for, and giving a little tug on, her landing strip. "Jennifer doesn't have one."
"How would you know that?" she demanded, sounding scandalised. "Oh my god, she was skinny dipping, wasn't she? The little tart."
"Excuse me, but aren't you doing exactly the same thing?"
