If you viewed one of those satellite shots of Sugardrop Bend in one of the towns along the outline of the Great Lakes, you would see what could be described as an inverted cul-de-sac. Four houses whose backyards were arrayed around one larger property with a long rectangular backyard, the centerpiece of which was a large in-ground swimming pool and patio area. That would be the Martin place, the house and property belonging to Ed Martin, the successful - and very wealthy - car dealer in town. It is also the home of his daughter, Kristi Martin, about whom you will learn more as the story circumnavigates the backyard views on Sugadrop Bend.
THE NAVY MAN
Jack Harrigan is a retired career Navy man. What the movies once called Chief Petty Officers but now the titles are all different. Jack was fifty-four and a confirmed bachelor, barrel chested as befits the stereotype of a career noncom but now his belly was competing for space with his chest beneath his stretched t-shirts. Jack still worked down at the Great Lake Marina to stay close to boats as much as possible. That's where he first met Ed Martin, who kept a big cruiser docked there during the season. It's also where he first met Kristi who was a bashful grade school girl when Jack took the marina job after his Navy retirement. But that was several years ago. Kristi was down at the marina a week or two ago and, boy, thought Jack, has she grown up.
Ed Martin had come walking down the dock and hailed Jack with one of those greetings that splits the difference between true friendship and somebody who works for you. A few steps behind her father, Kristi ambled down the gently swaying dock in a midriff top, cutoff jean shorts, flip flops, and oversized aviator sunglasses. Her hair, usually a deep chestnut brown, was streaked with sun highlights. Jack had to concentrate to keep his eyes from running up and down and back again over the Martin girl's stunning transformation from the adolescent he had seen around the docks previously. Although her clothes were not blatantly sexy, it was easy to discern that she had a perfect hourglass figure and slender waistline in her summery attire.
"She's graduated from Mount Saint Helen's Academy." Ed said by way of explanation for Kristi's appearance back in town. No one had seen her for a long time since the Martins shipped her off to the boarding school somewhere out west. All the neighbors on Sugardrop Bend had seen and heard the big homecoming and eighteenth birthday party celebration her parents had thrown in late-May: live music, lots of young adults, and screaming into the wee hours.
"Hmm, Mount Saint Helen's." Thought Jack. "Sounds fitting, since she certainly erupted into adulthood." He finished his thought.
Kristi, of course, was polite but dismissive in her greeting to Jack. As she and her father walked down the dock towards their cruiser, Jack watched Kristi from behind with her undulating backside and envied whoever would get that thoroughbred in the sack.
It was a few days later when Jack saw Kristi on the patio surrounding the Martins' large pool. His kitchen window afforded an excellent view towards the Martins' backyard. Jack smirked to himself. It was a Saturday, so Ed and Mrs. Martin would be down at one of his dealerships in town. It seemed that Kristi was planning to take advantage of an absent father to get as close to an all-over tan as possible without actually being bare-ass naked. She was wearing a very small orange bikini whose top barely contained her fulsome natural breasts and whose thin strips of material masquerading as a bikini bottom cleaved her derriere to expose her athletically muscled gluteus maximus. Jack pulled one of his kitchen counter stools over and perched where he had an unobstructed view outside but where the screen and indoor shadow would leave him invisible from without.
Kristi stood near an assemblage of chaise lounges and began applying suntan lotion to her arms and easy to reach parts of her limbs and torso. Jack watched from his vantage point and began to feel the stirrings of manly excitement when Kristi began twisting her body to get the lotion onto her back and shoulder blades. The girl was limber, Jack thought, as he watched her apply lotion in a ballet of twists, stretches, bends, and extensions. After she seemed to have herself covered in the lotion, Jack was surprised to see her start the process all over again. Kristi squirted generous handfuls of the lotion onto her palms and slathered the second coat atop her now glistening golden skin.
"Fuck, yes." Jack grunted to himself as he watched Kristi handpaint herself with the creamy lotion. His cock which had been slowly stirring to tumescence was now standing upright in his boxers beneath his summer plaid shorts.
Across the yard and over the fence, to the groaning appreciation of her vigilant neighbor, Kristi Martin covered her body with more lotion. The sun was getting hot on her nearly naked skin. The lotion gleamed along her limbs and she spread another handful of goop into the soft ripples of her abdomen and then glided the excess along her upper hips. The air was scented by the essential fruity oils in the lotion. Kristi had a hard time picking up the lotion bottle from all the oil on her fingers and the plastic bottle itself. She had to jump to catch the airborne bottle when it popped right out her hands. She squeezed out another handful and rubbed her palms together. She arched her back and reached her hands backward to massage the lotion onto the soft globes of her derriere.
"Oh, you little cock-teaser." Jack whispered to himself as he quickly unzipped his shorts, pulled his cock out of his boxer's front opening, and began wanking while staring trance-like at the neighbor's goddess-daughter. He watched and wanked as she rubbed the second, then third handful of lotion on her ass. The sun was literally glinting off her now and Jack saw Kristi run her long fingers into the crack of her ass where the tiny strip of bikini material was wedged deep within.
Jack was fixated on Kristi and jerking off in a measured steady stroke. He realized that he wasn't imagining fucking the oil-coated fleshpot. He was imagining sliding his rigid cock between her slickly lubricated ass cheeks and the soft mounds of her glistening boobs. He got enough straight sex from the Asian massage girls he visited and the occasional lay that Nina, the waitress at the Pub-N-Grub, would throw him. No, all he wanted to do with Kristi Martin was slide his cock around on that over-lotioned body of this eighteen year old animated wet dream.
Jack feared he might be hallucinating when he thought Kristi rubbed her hand over her bikini front and squirm at her own touch. When she very definitely made the same move seconds later, and again moments after that, he knew that he wasn't imagining things. The Martin dreamgirl was touching herself and turning herself on just as he was.
As he felt his rapid heartbeats and shallow short breathing, and the high-pitched humming in his head, Jack knew he was going to have a paralyzing orgasm. "This one's for you Little Miss Slippery!" Jack thought to himself as his first spurts of jizm went flying.
THE COLLEGE JOCK
Ronnie Sheldon was sitting in his room at his parents house on Sugardrop Bend hoping for a glimpse of Kristi Martin by her pool. He had come to expect seeing her in her vast collection of bikinis and thongs as the summer days passed by. The Sheldon place was on the other end of Sugardrop from Jack Harrigan's place, so the view of the Martin pool and patio was a mirror image of Jack's. Ronnie's room was on the second floor, so he had more of an aerial vantage point from which to spy upon Kristi's poolside activities.
