I had been transferred to a small town to take over an existing supermarket store from an existing manager who was retiring after managing it for the previous eight years. My company had booked me into a hotel in town for Three weeks while I looked for a place to rent.
At the Real Estate office, I met Veronica at the reception desk. She was a widow whose husband had died in a farm accident and she and her daughter Ariel had moved into town and leased the farm. They were finding it difficult to make ends meet, and with a spare room to rent, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to help out with their situation while establishing myself in an existing home.
We came to an agreement and I offered an extra twenty dollars a month to indicate my gratitude and good will towards Veronica. I have always found that to offer a little more than asked, mostly established good relations and started things off on the right footing.
A few days later, I met Veronica's daughter Ariel, who was working in the Hardware Store. She barely looked as if she had left school, so she had either left school well before finishing or she concealed her age very well. I could picture her in a school uniform wearing glasses with her shoulder length black hair and slightly prominent front teeth. The only feature that denied that tender age was her prominent breasts, that were similar to her mother.
I saw her for the first time in the hardware store where she worked. To observe closely, I could see the similarities in body shape between mother and daughter, but Ariel had out grown her mother by about (5 cm) two inches.
I moved in after two weeks in town and fortunately I had no extra furniture or luggage that would need to be stored. Veronica told me she would need to sell off the tools and equipment from the farm that they had been storing in the double garage. If I needed to store anything or park a car in a garage, it would become available in a few weeks time. As it was, I didn't think I would need to use that space, although I was willing to help them with disposing of anything they needed to have moved if I could.
Veronica seemed to like me and we got on very well together. I was careful to keep a distance from her by never making any hints or saying anything that could be interpreted as my interest in her. I always felt more comfortable if personal and commercial dealings were kept entirely separate. Both women had very sober habits and as far as I could see, led exemplary lives.
I was always thankful and grateful for anything they did for me and remained tidy in my dress and in my habits around the house. I felt fortunate to have the opportunity to live with two friendly and attractive women, and I thought it would be wiser to maintain a measure of mystique than to let all my life be an open book.
My experience was that as kids went through their teenage years, there would be some rebellion, and bending the rules from time to time. It seemed natural for them to assert their own independence and character as they developed.
One Morning as I was getting ready for work, I asked Veronica if she had any objections if I was to bring home a few cans of beer to enjoy while I listened to sport or tidied my room. She explained that while I was welcome to have whatever I liked at home, her rules were while Ariel was nineteen years of age, and legally old enough to drink that they had agreed not to drink at home and socially, they would try to limit their intake to one drink if they felt it necessary to be sociable.
Her daughter had not yet started dating and it did not seem wise to start bringing alcohol into the house at this time. I decided it would not be comfortable for the girls to have to look at alcohol whenever they opened the door of the refrigerator, so I was happy to do any social drinking away from the house.
I was surprised to be told Ariel was that age. I guess it just proved I was a lousy judge of a woman's age. Perhaps my fantasy had clouded my judgement. From what I could observe, Veronica and Ariel had a close relationship as mother and daughter, uncommon in today's social environment.
Monday afternoon and Tuesday were the days I did not work, to make up for time at weekends. I felt obliged to work when the store was at it busiest. It also gave the staff time to work without the boss around and felt that some of them might relax a bit more.
One weekend, Veronica told me she would be away visiting her son in the city, returning the following Tuesday.
I always enjoyed my time at home reading or catching up with domestic needs. I was about to hand wash a few clothes when I noticed some of Ariel's clothes, including her underwear sitting on top of the washing machine in the laundry. She wasn't in the bathroom because I walked past it a minute before.
When I was about to go outside, I saw her lying naked on an inflatable mattress, in the sunshine. She had a light bandage wrapped around her ankle as though she was injured. There was an open book beside her and two open cans of mixed bourbon whiskey and coke mix next to the book. I knew she was not supposed to bring alcohol to the house.
She was lying on her stomach and her head was on her arms. She seemed to be asleep. I could feel my heart racing and I took in her image to my mind of her beautiful legs and firm arse.
I stood back from the doorway and caught my breath and began thinking, 'There's a beautiful vulnerable girl, less than half my age, separated from her clothes.'
Once my mind was calm again, I removed the key from the inside of the door and stepped outside and quietly locked the door and slid the key under the mattress she was lying on.
I walked around her taking her in from all angles and from behind her, I could see a wisp of light brown pubic hair between her legs. I could feel my cock fill with blood and begin swelling in my pants. I returned to the door watching her when a cool breeze awakened her.
I said, 'Hi Ariel. Are you enjoying the sun?
She was shocked to see me. She had been caught naked by a virtual stranger. Although it was her house, it was also mine.
She said in a pleading tone, 'Would you mind passing me my clothes please Mr Gordon? They are just inside the back door.'
'There's no need for you to dress for my benefit, Ariel. I'm not offended.' Then I added, 'Why are you home? Don't you work on Mondays?'
'I'm very self-conscious with my clothes off Mr Gordon. Could you get them for me please?' she pleaded.
'Don't be self conscious Ariel,' I said removing my shoes and shirt and socks. 'Would it help if I join you?'
'No! I should get dressed,' she said very nervously. 'I thought I was alone. It's usually private out here.'
I removed my pants and stood with my white underpants still on. She was in mild shock at my almost bare body. I was holding a large tube of Sun-block which I removed from in the pocket of my pants.
Ariel was looking at my underpants and I made no effort to hide my swelling cock stiffening while she watched. She definitely knew I was enjoying her young naked body and she wanted her clothes. She had no choice but to stand up giving me a full frontal view of her naked tits and light brown pubes.
She limped to the door to get her clothes and found the door locked.
'The door is locked. I left it unlocked. Where is the key?' she demanded.
'I have it. It's safe,' I said smiling at her, appreciating her beautiful body.
'Can I have it please Mr Gordon?' she pleaded.
'Sure. In a few moments.'
She picked up my pants and felt in all the pockets. All my pockets were empty of course.
'Where is the key?' she demanded.
I said, 'Look, you were enjoying lying out here in the sunshine. I would feel bad if you had to stop on my account and there's enough room on the double inflatable for both of us to share.'
'But I'm naked,' she said, resisting the fact that she would have to stay that way.
'Yes,' I said. 'You might as well relax and enjoy some time off work. We'll go back in the house in a while,' I said. 'I could join you. I promise to leave my underpants on.'
She asserted, 'Don't touch me!'
She had no choice. I had locked out her of her own house.
I took up my position on the inflatable mattress lying on my back, but leaving room for Ariel. By the time she settled beside me, the bulge in my underpants was pronounced. The fabric had stretched and my penis seemed to be trying to escape.
Reluctantly, she resumed lying down on the available space on her stomach.
I said, 'Ariel, you might get sunburnt if you stay there too long. I have some Sun-Block. Perhaps you should use it.'
She seemed to see the sense in that suggestion, but did not want me to see the front of her naked body again. She had been outside for some time already and was restricting herself to lying on her stomach.
'I'm not moving. You will have to put it on me if you don't mind,' she snapped with no hint of friendliness in my voice.
What a bonus! This amounted to her asking me to touch her. I thought my throbbing cock was going to tear through the fabric of my underpants.
Somehow I controlled myself and answered, 'OK; If that's what you want.'
I poured some lotion onto the small of her back and began spreading it around her back with my fingertips.
She seemed to start to relax as I continued. As I spread the lotion over her, my touch on her shoulders and the back of my neck sent shivers through her. She tried not to show any response but I noticed her tremble followed by a long sigh. I lightly smeared more lotion on the sunny side touching the swell of her right breast.
She was trapped by her nakedness but mostly because she did not want to display the front of her body to me.
I moved my hands to her feet, a very sensuous body part of most people, then began moving up along her lightly muscled calves, explaining that the sides would need to be protected the same as the back. She bent her knees so I could smear the inside and outside of her ankles and calves, then I covered the back and outside of her thighs.
'Ariel, you might need to move your feet a little so I can protect in here,' I said running my finger along where her thighs were touching.
She stubbornly held her legs close together.
'No thank you, Mister Gordon,' she said with haughty demand in her voice.
'Well if you've been exposing yourself to the afternoon sun, the inside of your thighs would be an unpleasant place for you to get burnt. It would be up to a week living with discomfort if you get sunburn there,' I explained.
