There was something restless and reckless in the wicked storms that plagued our town that summer. The heat built up throughout the day until unleashing violent bursts of thunder, wind and rain. When it burned itself out, it left us basting in a steamy night. After a couple of months, everyone was on edge.
I was eighteen, tall and lanky but filling out from a summer working at the lumber store out near the suburbs. By August, the material of my short sleeve work shirt pressed against my biceps. Up until that time, I was a loner, a bookworm, the class nerd. Being around a bunch of crazy ass guys matured me. With any luck, I'd be able to change my image when I started college in two weeks.
"Is tonight the night, Dave?" Joe, the store manager asked as we were all leaning against the counter trying to stare the clock closer to five on a Saturday night. Our customers were hard core builders so the store had been dead for more than an hour.
"Sarah says she's ready," I told Joe.
"Then you've got the most incentive to run out there and close the gate a little early," Joe said. "Pack it up boys. With all these storms, this may be the only decent Saturday night we get the rest of the summer. We're going to go down to the lake and get drunk."
I ran toward the entrance assessing the few cars lined up at the traffic light. All were expensive foreign rides, so I slowed to a walk the last few feet before grabbing the gate even though the traffic light changed to green. One side of the gate was already pulled closed when a white Lexus convertible turned into the drive.
A blonde haired woman wearing a white suit and the kind of big oval sunglasses that snobby rich people wore eased to a stop as I reached for the other gate. It was an estate bitch. They were plucked and pulled and injected and implanted and from the super rich gated community around the corner and generally a huge pain in the ass.
"Ma'am, we're closed," I said avoiding any eye contact.
"Please," she said. "All I need is a screen door. My builder called up here a while ago and you said you had one."
"The only thing we have in stock is a nine hundred dollar deluxe model," I said then recognized that someone like her didn't care about the cost.
"That's it," she said.
"Well, you can't carry it in your car," I said. "We can deliver it on Monday."
"No, I need it tonight for a party," she said. "Do you drive a truck?"
"Ma'am," I said. "I've got a commitment tonight."
"I'll give you two hundred dollars. My house is just over the hill in Quarry Glen."
I needed the money. The guys smirked and muttered as I followed her into the store so I just walked straight to the back and loaded the door. She had already paid and left by the time I walked up front. Her address was on the invoice.
As we counted our drawers, the guys fucked with me about letting her in the gate. They told me it was Marv Swenson's house I was driving to. He was an investor in property developments. Everyone at the store hated him.
Fast as my old Chevy would go, I drove up to the galactic sized mansion where Meredith Swenson lived. The Swenson's driveway was packed with catering vans and people setting up in backyard. I rang the doorbell hoping to avoid having to troll around looking for someone to tell me what to do with the door.
"Servants go around," Marv Swenson said as soon as he opened the door. He was huge. Bigger than the pictures in the paper the guy's showed me, but he looked like a pussy wearing a pink shirt with his collar turned up, Bermuda shorts and sandals. He walked away before I said anything.
I grabbed the fucking door out of the truck and marched toward the back ready to drop it the first place I saw a spot. In the backyard they had a huge screened in pool with a broken door, only someone with sick wealth like they had spent nine hundred dollars on a door to a screened pool. I plopped the door down next to the steps and turned to leave.
"Senor," a small woman said. "You must talk to Senora Meredith."
I tried to beg off but finally gave into the blizzard of Spanish gibberish the woman spoke. She pointed me down a path to the quarry. Marv spent a wad on a big party but didn't have the cash to fix the three hundred foot winding path down to the dock. The stairs were broken, the planks rotted and split.
Out in the quarry, there were a couple of men trying to figure out how to dock an inflatable island and a woman in a long white t-shirt directing them until the men stared up at me.
"Oh, Dave," Meredith called out. It wasn't until I heard her voice that I recognized her. "Thanks so much for bringing the door. How long will it take to install? We already have guests wanting to use the pool. I'm afraid the little ones will get out if we don't have the door up."
I don't know how I missed it until them but I noticed Meredith for the first time. She wasn't a stuck up bitch at all. She had a beautiful smile, welcoming, like she'd known me forever. Only a beauty pageant winner smiled like that. It was like her whole body came alive upon seeing me.
"Well, like I said, I have a commitment."
"We can't get the anchor set," one of the men on the island said as I closed the last few feet to where Meredith stood.
Quicker than a thought, Meredith pulled the long shirt over her head.
When I saw her body, I nearly fell off the dock. She had the hottest looking ass I'd ever seen. It was round and firm and barely covered by a yellow flowered bikini bottom. She dove in and I stood there unable to move.
I forgot Sarah and getting pussy for the first time in my life and anything else but seeing that tiny waist and hot little ass again. Damn, she had to be in her thirties. I thought everything sagged on women that age.
She came up out of the water at the island and in a few seconds had the anchor hooked but all I cared about was stealing glances at that ass.
