Rachel's eyelids reluctantly opened to the growing morning light. The golden sun was just peeking over the ridge to the east and streaming in the french doors to the balcony. The silk sheets had slipped away during another night of restless sleep leaving Rachel's nude body exposed to a gentle Santana breeze entering the north window. Rachel appreciated fresh air and it felt invigorating and healthy. The air caressed her nipples as it wafted across her skin. It was the only caress she was fortunate to feel these days.
Three years after her divorce from Jeff she was still reluctant to be more than casual friends with a man. After he ignored her for a year, in and out of bed, she had discovered Jeff's affair with the local real estate whore. Rachel, seriously affected by the incident, chose to be completely celibate. She was now still very young at 28 but hadn't been touched by anyone including herself since the divorce.
Jeff had built a wildly successful contracting business and things had been good. The money was there and life was great until things went cold. They had built this beautiful home in the hills overlooking the Santa Ynez Valley. The property became hers, spoils of divorce court. The acreage surrounding the Tuscan-designed villa was green and beautiful and there were no neighbors for a mile. It was quiet there...sometimes too quiet for a 28-year-old woman with not a lot of things to do. Friends from L.A. would sometimes drive up and enjoy the pool for a lazy day but, most of the time, Rachel was alone. She enjoyed the quiet but, during the last year, had begun to miss having maybe an arm around her shoulder or perhaps a loving touch or warm gaze. She had taken those long-ago moments for granted at the time and had almost forgotten about them until recently.
Rachel had also forgotten what it was like to be touched intimately by a man. She had not even brought herself to relieve any of that sexual tension that crept up on her regularly and, only in dreams, did she experience a brief, weak release. For all practical purposes her sexual being had gone dormant.
Rachel slipped out of her big California king bed and padded barefoot over toward the huge designer bathroom. Catching her reflection, she paused in front of the full-length dressing mirror tilted slightly on its oak stand by the dresser. What Rachel saw was the nude body of a beautiful woman. All five-feet-seven inches, 125 pounds of the woman in the mirror were perfectly shaped and molded. The soft light from the windows caressed her soft, smooth, flawless skin. Her rich, auburn hair tumbled in layers to just kiss the tops of her straight shoulders. The soft hair framed an angelic face blessed with natural eyebrows, cool blue eyes, a cute nose and gorgeous, full lips above a sweet, dimpled chin. Rachel never wore makeup...didn't need to...the beauty was just there and had always been more than enough to drop a jaw or two when she went out.
Rachel's creamy globes stared back at her from the mirror. Her breasts were full and natural, leading the way proudly on a woman who always enjoyed great posture and a straight back. Rachel's breasts were the size of grapefruits, perfectly matched, swaying softly as she turned and moved. She usually preferred going bra-less because she never liked to be confined. She enjoyed the stimulation her dark, pink nipples received from natural movement against any one of her favorite sheer summer dresses. The nipples presented themselves beautifully, tilting slightly upward as if seeking something, perhaps like the petals of a flower seeking light. No one but Rachel had seen those nipples for three years. No one had enjoyed the sight of her delicate ribs and smooth, softly toned stomach flaring into softly rounded hips. Her long legs had excited many a man lucky enough to have a glimpse of those heavenly quads, calves and sweet feet. Her vulva peeked through soft, light brown pubic hair. Rachel's body was soft, very lightly tanned, gorgeous and natural.
...and starved for an erotic touch.
Rachel took the long silk robe from its hook and wrapped it around her body to begin the day. As she sipped her coffee over the morning paper and the Today Show the phone rang.
"Rachel! It's Sarah! How are ya, Cuz?"
Rachel hadn't heard from her Texas cousin for over a year. There had been some great times they had shared during Rachel's summer visits to the ranch outside Nacadochus. Rachel squealed with delight, "Sarahhhhh! How are you?!? What's new, Baby?"
"Too much to tell you, Darlin' and we'll have to catch up! Listen, I have a favor. Do you remember the Whitney family, owns the ranch next to ours? You met their 8-year-old son, Nathan, when you were here last time? Geez, I think it's been ten years, Cuz! You had just graduated high school! God, how time flies!! Anyway, Nathan is graduating high school this week and lucked out with a sports scholarship to UC Santa Barbara in the fall! Isn't that great?"
Rachel began to offer congratulations but remembered that one couldn't usually get a word in edgewise during a Sarah conversation, so she just let the words keep coming.
"We were talking, his parents and I, and we were wondering if you might have room for Nathan to come visit for the summer before he starts classes. You could show him the sights, check out the campus, and maybe help him meet some friends. He's still so shy and could really use some building up in the social skills department."
Rachel vaguely remembered the kid, a kind of scrawny 8-year-old, real quiet, but one thing she did remember were his intense brown eyes. She wondered if she'd have any success getting him into the social stream with the west coast culture. Could he transition from a beat up pickup truck with a rifle in the rack to, say, a slick surfboard?
"Well, Sarah, I have plenty of room here. It's just me and 5,000 square feet with four bedrooms. I guess I could spare one of them for a friend of the family. When will he be coming?"
Sarah giggled a little (Rachel wasn't sure what was amusing), "Soon as his eyes glaze over, I guess. Seriously, he can be there in a couple days if it's ok with you."
"Is he still that shy little boy, Sarah? I may have my work cut out for me if you expect me to light a fire under his social life."
"Rache, I guess it's been a long time. Yes, he's still painfully shy. I don't think he's ever dated and that's not because every girl in school wouldn't....well, you'll see when he gets there."
Rachel pressed the off button and sipped her coffee. She hadn't had a houseguest for a long time. Her only visitors had been friends from L.A. She wondered if she was equipped to be a "mom" to this shy little boy from Texas.
She put the thought aside for the moment.
It was another quiet night. In her dream she was nuzzling the soft nose of her new Arabian fowl. The dream immediately evolved forward as she found herself riding the steed that had become her favorite equestrian pet. She rode the Arabian stallion bareback through the nearby glade of oak trees. The wind enveloped her naked body and made her thick hair flow as the powerful stallion surged forward. Her hard nipples tingled and the movement of the rough horsehair beneath her teased her clitoris until the beginnings of a rare orgasm began to flare up across her abdomen and thighs. Just as she was about to reach the crest of cumming her phone chirped to life.
Her eyes fluttered open to the morning sun streaming from the large window next to the spa tub across the bedroom suite. The phone demanded her reluctant attention.
"Cuz! It's me! Nathan has loaded up and he's driving out to California tonight. He'll be at your doorstep by Sunday night!!! Can you be there to meet him?"
