Joe awoke the next morning surprised to see that he had slept until well past 9:00 A.M. He grinned thinking about how that little vixen had worn him out last night. Next to the bed was a small table with a covered dish and a note. Kerri had left him breakfast before leaving for work in the morning. She worked at one of those posh bookstores at the mall that made more profit from their excellent cappuccino bar than the books people always browsed, but never purchased. Along with the breakfast of muffins and fruit, were several capsules of vitamins--most notably B-12 and E. Another note was underneath these explaining that Joe might need those for later tonight.
Joe looked outside and realized that he would have to mow the lawn. While it may have snowed back in Pennsylvania, it had rained here and his backyard had turned into a jungle. The newspaper called for a high temperature in the mid-seventies. Joe finished his breakfast and threw on some old clothes to cut the grass in. He went out to the shed and unlocked it. As he pinned the door back against the wall, he looked over the fence and saw that his neighbors had taken advantage of the early warm weather to fill their heated pool. He also noticed that Shawna was out in her bikini already, checking the temperature and condition of the water as it finished filling.
Joe watched her for several moments before rounding up the yard tools he would need to tame his lawn. When he came back out he was surprised to see that Shawna had decided to stay outside and sunbathe. He watched as she oiled her already gold toasted body in search of an even more savage tan. He licked his lips, watching the young newly-wed's supple body sparkle in the sun. He knew that he needed to avoid the distraction if he was ever going to finish the yard. He went to work and soon worked up quite a sweat. He took off his shirt and took advantage of the unusual early spring warmth, after all he had a tan to work on too. Joe finished the mowing and trimming, and went to work pruning the shrubs along the back fence.
"You're going to burn if your not careful," a soft voice interrupted him.
Joe looked up to see Shawna leaning languidly on the fence holding two glasses of lemonade. Joe walked over and took the tall glass, downing half the contents in one drink.
"See, you've been out here for over two hours without thinking about it, silly. I'll bet you didn't even put on sunscreen, did you?"
"Nope," Joe answered sheepishly, trying not to stare too long at her gorgeous body.
"Where's Carol? I can't believe she let you go outside like this," she chided him playfully as she brushed her golden hair over her bronze shoulder.
"Carol's dad is pretty sick. She stayed back at Philly with her folks."
"Hmmm. Well I just guess I'll have to take care of you until she returns. Why don't you come on over and take a dip. I'll get you some aloe and sunscreen before you bake like a lobster."
Joe hopped the fence and followed Shawna's tight ass as it wiggled back toward her house. He wasn't sure if it was just his wishful imagination, but he thought he had heard a slight double meaning and innuendo in her voice. He dove into the pool and swam a few quick laps. Shawna returned with a towel and some bottles of lotion. Joe jumped out of the pool and Shawna wrapped the towel around him. She massaged his shoulders as she dried his dripping body off with the thick towel. Joe took some of the sunscreen and started applying it to his hairy body. When he reached his shoulders he winced at the slight burning he had received for his carelessness. Shawna smiled at him and took the cap off of the aloe. She spread thick gobs of the cool green stuff onto his shoulders and worked it into his skin. Joe sighed thankfully as the fruity ointment went to work on his burn.
He felt a bulge threaten in his shorts as Shawna ran her fingers all over his back. He peered over his shoulder at her struck with the thought of how much she resembled Heather Locklear. She had a small, pouty, and athletic body that was made to wear a bikini. Her tan skin and blonde hair gave her California looks that seemed out of place in a small college town in the midwest. She belonged on the set of Baywatch or Melrose Place, Joe thought as he drank in her warm beauty.