Tony has been managing the small marina for his uncle for the past seven years. Part of the property holds a small sailing school, focused mainly on teaching teens how to sail correctly.
It's nearing the end of the summer, Tony is busy working on getting the seasonal bills together for the people who rent slips, he is working on the schedule to move boats into dry dock, and make the calendar for winter time repairs.
There is a knock on the door. Tony calls out, "Come in." The door opens, and a head shyly appears from behind the door.
"Hi Tony, do you remember what today is?" a young, husky female voice asks.
Tony looks up to see Caroline, a very pretty young lady who has been in the teen program for the past few years. He has been watching her mature from an adorable 13 year old into a stunning young lady. Caroline is 5'10", just about two inches taller than Tony himself. When he first met her, she was a 5' tall, just barely blossoming teen, now she is a near knockout, with dirty blonde hair, pale blue grey eyes, legs that never seem to end, perky 36C breasts, and that throaty, sexy voice.
"I can't say that I have any idea," Tony answers honestly.
"Silly Willy, it's my 18th birthday," Caroline half states, half scolds Tony.
Tony laughs, and tries not to stare as Caroline slowly slides entirely into the small office. He notices that the temperature has jumped since he heard her voice. Or at least, it feels incredibly hot in the tiny space to him now. If she notices, Caroline doesn't let on.
"Anyway, we are having cake and ice cream over at my daddy's boat, and it would be pretty cool if you came over. My dad likes you, and I think my aunt will be there. You know, my SINGLE aunt," Caroline continues.
"I don't know, Caroline, maybe," Tony answers. As badly as he wants to go, if for no other reason than to look at Caroline some more. Her aunt is cute, but she is no Caroline. Especially when Caroline is wearing a white summer dress that is so sheer that he can see her bright blue bikini under it, just as she is wearing right now.
"Ok. Well, we are doing cake at seven if you change your mind," she says, and then she bounces back out the door.
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Tony decides that the best thing to do is ignore the invitation. He lives in a small two room shack on the far side of the property. Rather than walk over to the docks and join the family on Caroline's father's boat, Tony pours himself a Jack and Ginger, and cooks himself a small steak to go with some salad greens that he picked out of his tiny front garden.
Sipping his drink, having finished his meal, Tony turns on the television. He is channel surfing, trying not to become engrossed in the bad reality television and the unfunny comedies that he comes across. In fact, the television is so bad, he is considering going to bed. Then he hears a knock on the door.
Getting up, in shock that anyone is knocking on his door at quarter past nine at night, Tony turns on the porchlight of his tiny abode. He looks out the window and is quite surprised to see Caroline standing on the small stoop.
Tony opens the door, and says hello. Caroline moves the piece of cake that she had been hiding behind her back and shouts surprise.
"What is this?" Tony asks.
"Well, since SOMEONE blew off my 18th birthday party, I figured I would bring him a piece of cake," Caroline answers. "Isn't he gonna let me in?"
"Oh, sure, sure, please, come on in, Caroline," he stammers.
Caroline enters the small living room/kitchenette combo front room of the house. She has never been in here before, Tony generally doesn't let anyone who has a boat on the property in, preferring to entertain women from the local gin mills over in town. People in the marina might get him fired, girls in town are not as dangerous.
"A girl only turns 18 once, you know," Caroline continues, "Finally legal tender." She giggles as she says that last line.
"What do you mean?" Tony stammers, half blushing, half in shock.
"Please, I have been watching you watch me for the past couple of years. I know from boys my age that I am cute, and I know you look at me like I'm a goddess. Don't play so coy," Caroline says, pretty emphatically.
"Maybe, but I am old enough to be your father."
"But you are not my father," she responds. "After all, my father has never had me forget to put my bikini bottom back on."
Caroline lifts that cute sun dress to prove that she is, in fact, not wearing any bikini bottoms. Tony tries like hell not to stare at the young, moist labia that she is suddenly displaying.
"Maybe you should offer a girl a drink," Caroline states as she lowers her dress and nods towards the bottle of Jack sitting on the end table.
"Sure, can I get you a jack and ginger ale?" Tony mumbles, partially in shock at the brazen pussy flash, and definitely aroused by the sight of her young lips.
"Skip the ginger," Caroline answers.