She came on a Sunday evening riding a bicycle. She rode all the way to the doorstep where I was sitting in the evening sun.
"Hi there Buster. I am Lena. Grandma around?" She called before she even had dismounted.
I knew that she was coming or, more correctly, that someone was supposed to. Grandma always tried to get what she called a vacation in the middle of the summer. Then she hired someone to take care of the cattle. Grandma instead spent her time picking berries and making jam and fruit-syrup.
I have many cousins. Most of us spent a couple of weeks at the farm every summer as a vacation but also helping Grandpa. Just now we were two, Gunnar and I, Anders. We were at the same age and this was probably the last summer for us. We had just graduated and should start our military service within a couple of weeks. After that I had decided to study law.
"Hi, I am Anders. Yes, she's inside," I said, immediately liking her. The first impression was that of a tall, good-humored woman with a big friendly smile.
"Hi Lena," Grandma said coming out on the porch. "Just in time for the evening meal."
"Lovely, I am starving. I'll just put my things in the loft then and wash my hands," Lena said smilingly.
"Yes, fine. Oh, by the way, you don't mind sleeping with the boys, do you?" Grandma said.
"Oh no, I would love to as long as they are above legal age of course," Lena said, grinning broadly. "I like handsome young men like Anders here." She laughed out.
"Don't make fun of an old woman," Grandma said trying to sound stern but with laugh in her voice. She liked to bicker. "You would have both of them for breakfast in one mouthful. Ran along now, food is ready. I have made up a bed for you."
Lena took her bag from the bicycle and went away with swinging hips.
Many years earlier Grandpa had transformed part of the hay loft to a big room. The farm house was small and they had many children. The loft was used as sleeping quarters from early spring to late autumn. There were several beds and we had been as many as ten cousins at the same time sleeping there.
The evening meal was simple but became very pleasant with much laughter. Lena and Grandma went on bickering and gossiping about people in the neighborhood. We learnt that Lena was twenty-seven, that she lived in a nearby small town, that she was temporarily out of job and that she stayed with her parent's helping them with their farm that was not very far away. She had a hubby, a lorry driver, this week away on a long haul.
Eventually Grandpa rose, wanting to go to bed. He rose very early in the mornings, always having lots to do. Lena soon followed his example. When Gunnar and I climbed the steep stair to the loft Lena was already snoring in one corner.
The next morning I woke up when the old alarm bell rang very early. I was sleepy and was about to drift back into sleep when Lena sat up in her bed. I immediately became wide awake when I saw that she had been sleeping in the nude. She rose with her back against me and pulled a shift over her head. It went down to mid thigh. My eyes darted over her body not being able to take her in before it was too late. She went barefoot to the simple wash room in the opposite corner. She soon was back and put on a rough skirt made from sackcloth. She obviously liked to dress for work in the old habit used in the countryside. She put on socks and went downstairs. She had put her clogs at the bottom of the stairs.
I was aroused to say the least. I looked over at Gunnar and saw that he too was awake and had seen it as well.
"Did you see that she isn't wearing panties?" He asked breathlessly. I hadn't noticed and the thought was arousing.
We went around all day getting excited as soon as we saw Lena, thinking about her nakedness under the rough skirt. None of us know really how a woman looked down there. We made plans for the evening.
The evening meal dragged along but eventually grandpa and Lena withdrew. We followed her discretely not wanting to be discovered but also eager not to miss anything. I had oiled the hinges on the door at the bottom of the stairs so they shouldn't squeak. We had also tested the stairs to find out exactly where to put our feet to avoid creaking. We thought that we got in place without making any noise.
We stood in the middle of the stairs trying to see when Lena undressed. It was hard because the stairs ended openly in the floor above with a railing at the side. There was nowhere to hide. But we tried to sneak keeping our heads down. I was happy to get a glimpse of her naked ass before she moved out of sight.
Suddenly hell broke lose.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here? Peeping Toms! Shame on you. . . . Stop there boys, come up here."
Lena stood at the banisters looking down on us. She spoke sternly and her voice stopped us when we tried to run away.
We stumbled up the stairs very afraid. Lena stood in front of us with a grim look on her face.
"Now let me tell you this straight. I don't like to be sneaked at, I don't like it at all, I hate it," she said gravely and looked sternly at us. We were very ashamed. .
Only slowly did it occur to me that she stood before us stark naked, hands on hips. My eyes darted all over her body not knowing where to focus my gaze.
"Let us agree on three simple rules and we will get along fine," Lena continued.
"Rule number one: no sneaking! Rule number two: you do as I tell you! Rule number three . . ." She paused to get our full attention. "Rule number three: you are free to look at me as much as you want, I don't care as long as you do it openly." She had suddenly softened and laughed out. "Agreed?"
We nodded eagerly, very relieved. Suddenly I could focus on the sight in front of me. Lena just stood there keeping her pose. She moved her hips slightly and her round boobs swung lightly. I looked at her face where a big smile spread out. I lowered my gaze again looking more closely at the boobs and saw protruding nipples surrounded by pink areas. Further down was a round belly with a nice button. And then a brown, furry clad mound that hid the female heaven I had heard about. There were also womanly formed hips above strong thighs. She had all the female forms but looked also strong with a well muscled body.
"Well boys, like what you see?" Lena said mockingly. "Time for bed, isn't it?"
She turned and slowly went to the washroom wriggling her round ass for our benefit. When she closed the door behind her we just stood there looking at each other, too astounded to speak. It had turned out in a way we had never hoped for in our wildest dreams.
