It was a hot August evening in the mountains of upper state New York. John was just finishing up chopping the wood that he was collecting for the winter time. He was sweating profusely as the angry sun, like a torch in the steel blue of the summer sky, beamed down on him. He laid the heavy wooden handled axe down on the ground in front of him and wiped the droplets of sweat off of his forehead. He was not really thinking of anything as he looked around him, at the little group of houses that made up the small community, and then down the gravel path that snaked its way through the lush hills, and then into the thick dark woods beyond, and then at the lake, its waters shimmering in the sun, as the light breeze sent little ripples rolling across its placid surface. He was thinking of how refreshingly cool the water would feel on his skin on such a hot day. As he gazed back toward the road, he saw a young girl. She was walking toward the lake. He Recognized her. It was Mary Roberts.
She was the daughter of a certain Mr. Roberts a bank president and his wife Karen, who was a teacher at the local high school. John had known her since she was knee high, and had watched her grow up and blossom into a young woman. She was an only child, and her parents had her educated in a Catholic school so that she would be a proper lady. They tried to stuff her head with knowledge and made her read books, but her development into a young woman exceeded their expectations. She was beautiful but had retained her tom boyish ways and shy coy manner, which results from over protectiveness. Her shyness of manner totally belied her physical assets, a sweet angelic face framed in a golden mass of hair that flowed in wavy lots over her shoulders and back, swelling breast that stood out proudly, narrowing down to a tiny waist that perfectly compensated and accentuated a fine round ass, that swayed temptingly when she walked, and a pair of shapely legs that any woman would die for.
Her only problem was her prudishness. Boys were goggling at her but to no avail. She was too shy to flirt back. Thinking maybe it would help bring her out of herself, on her 18th birthday, her mother bought her a bikini bathing suit, just a thin string, more designed to revealed than covered her set of goods. Her father was shocked that so much skin of his lovely daughter was being exposed. At least everyone could see that she had grown up.
