Ch. 3: Curlew contemplates a little landscaping maintenance, and plants some new seeds:
Pam awoke before Bob and decided to make a fantastic Sunday breakfast for the both of them. She had remembered Bob raving about having "grits" with his breakfast on a business trip he went on in one of the southern states. She had recently picked up a box of individual serving packaged grits on her last grocery shopping trip. She decided this would be the perfect time to surprise him with the addition. She hoped they'd compare to the ones he'd had down there.
After showering and while dressing, Bob said, "Mm, something smells good."
"Your breakfast awaits, my husband ... You better hurry, eggs get cold fast, and they're delicious. I might eat them all up before you get here," Pam said, in a melodic voice, then giggled.
Bob came out and sat at the table. In a surprised voice, he exclaimed, ""Wow, grits! Where did you find them? They look just like what I had in South Carolina, even in the same type small bowl with a square of melting butter sitting on top of the piping hot grits. What a nice surprise! Honey, you never cease to amaze me. Thank you."
"Yeah, I know ... I'm a pretty amazing woman," then giggled. "I hope it tastes as good as you seem to think it looks," as she examined the grits with a dubious eye. It didn't look all that appetizing to her. She watched as Bob shook a little salt over them and mixed it all together with his fork. She felt a little anxious, worried that Bob wouldn't like them, not wanting to disappoint him. Bob took a fork full and swished it around his mouth and swallowed. He looked at Pam with a smile and said, "Wow! These taste just like the real thing! They're great!" Pam's face lit up with a sense of accomplishment and pride. She loved making Bob happy.
Bob asked, "Will you be going to the beach today? "
"I don't know. Do you have any plans?"
"Nah, just going to wash my car, then watch the ballgame."
"Then it looks like I'm headed to the beach, if you don't mind."
"I've already told you that I didn't. Go and see what kind of story you can come home with today," Bob said, as he sniggered. "Damn! These grits are delicious. Good job, sweetheart."
"Kiss me you fool! Finish your breakfast so I can be on my way," giggled Pam.
A little while later Bob was relaxing on the couch, completely content with a full stomach.
Pam was ready to leave for the beach. She said to Bob, "I'm going to leave now, do you need anything before I go?"
Bob looked up and said, "Look at you ... Curlew's gonna have a hard time keeping his cock down today. Wow!"
Pam was wearing her tight fitting, green, white polka dotted short-shorts one piece jump suit. It zippered in the front from just below the waist to her neck. The outfit accentuated every luscious curve of her perfect body: her full breasts with their pencil eraser-like nipples, her firm round ass, with the thin material tucked deeply in the crevice of the cheeks, and a perfectly shaped "V" at her crotch outlining her puffy labia and pubic hair.
Bob asked, "How in the hell do you fit a bathing suit under that?"
"I'm not wearing one, it's packed in my beach bag," Pan teasingly said, with that devilish smile she always displayed when she was feeling naughty.
Bob just shook his head, and said, "Poor Mr. Huttleston."
Pam giggled and said, "He prefers to be called Curlew." She then leaned over and gave Bob a sweet kiss, and asked, "Do you think he'll like it?" She then did a pirouette in front of Bob. She once again giggled and said, "See ya later, honey," as she sauntered to the door with an exaggerated ass wiggle and closed the door behind her.
Bob said nothing as Pam left, and just thought to himself, 'She's in a rare mood today, I hope Curlew got a good night's sleep.' He then sighed and shook his head once more.
Pam put her bag in the car, sat behind the wheel, and immediately unzipped her outfit, showing a great deal of cleavage, then backed out of the driveway.
Pam didn't have her bikini on under her jumpsuit because she had already decided to sunbathe in the dunes today, "Au naturel". She packed her bikini for when, and if, she decided to go for a swim. She didn't want anyone to see her naked that had, by happenstance, cruised by in a passing boat.
Pam arrived at Curlew's around 11 A.M., and noticed Curlew's car parked in its usual spot. 'Oh good, he's home today,' she thought. She parked her car in front of his and got out carrying her beach bag. She walked up the front stairs and noticed that the front door was open with the screen door being the only barrier. She chose not to walk through the house thinking that it would be improper to walk in without knocking, as a possible invasion of his privacy. She walked to the back of the house by using the porch, like she always had. As she rounded the corner to the back porch area she saw Curlew sitting in his usual chair reading the morning paper and smoking his pipe.
"Good morning," Pam said, in a friendly and cheery voice.
"Pamela! So nice to see you again ... come ... sit down," Curlew said in a pleased and welcoming voice. He immediately took notice of her outfit. How it revealed every single contour of her delicious body. His eyes were directed to her revealing cleavage, and particularly her nipples that were clearly outlined by the tight fitting suit. His eyes immediately ventured down to the "V" between her thighs, which was also very visible, and well defined. He felt the beginnings of arousal instantly, as he said, "You look absolutely radiant today ... I love your outfit." As Pam sat across from him his instant thought was, 'Damn, I wish I hadn't told her to sit.'
"Oh, thank you, hon. It's just a casual summer outfit I wear around the house and in the yard. It's very kind of you to comment."
"Well, you look absolutely ravishing as always, my dear. And that outfit was made for a stunning woman such as yourself," Curlew said with admiration, as he slowly examined her wantonly.
"Oh, shush," Pam said sheepishly, but in a humorous way. "Flattery will get you everywhere." She then displayed that gorgeous smile of hers and giggled her naughty giggle.
"I certainly hope so," retorted Curlew, in a naughty tone of his own, then returned her smile with one of his own.
"Well, I should head down to the dunes and leave you to whatever you have to do," she said, as she got up and bent over to pick up her beach bag. This gave him a clear and unobstructed view of her lovely firm breasts. She then looked at Curlew while still bent over and gave him another seductive smile, and said, "You know, there's plenty of sun for everyone. If you get bored, or feel the need for some sunshine of your own, I have no problem with you joining me ... only if you want, of course." She then picked up her bag and turned towards the walkway leading to the dunes.
Only then did Curlew see that her outfit contoured her ass as well as it did her tits and pussy. He watched her walk away with the material tucked deeply into the crevice of her young, round and firm ass. He thought to himself, as he could feel an erection beginning, 'Damn, if I had the nerve I'd try to fuck that young lady. Nah, I'm just an old man ... old enough to be her grandfather. Besides, I haven't got the guts to even try.' He then grabbed his hardening cock and took a few vigorous puffs of his pipe, then sighed in anticipation and wishful fantasy. Pam then disappeared behind a dune.
Pam arrived at what now had become her favorite spot to sunbathe. She removed the blanket from her bag and meticulously spread it on the sand. She then unzipped her jumpsuit and wriggled out of it, tossing it near her bag. She removed a pocket-sized transistor radio, a book and her tube of Bain De Soleil suntan lotion, and sat on the blanket. She then applied the lotion to her shoulders, back, and legs, as best she could, and began taking in the sun while lying on her stomach. She listened to her favorite radio station and began reading her book for an hour or so, then decided to give her front side an equal and even dose of sun. She rolled up her towel and used it as a pillow, and continued to read.
As she was in that position, she saw movement at one of the second floor windows of the house. She concentrated on the window while glancing over her book, giving the appearance that she was still reading. Sure enough, there was an image, barely visible, standing at the window looking in her direction. She knew it had to be Curlew, so she just remained in the prone position, her naked body in full view of him. She would keep raising her eyes periodically from the book, to ensure he was still watching her. She was feeling a strong tingling sensation throughout her body, and butterflies of excitement in her stomach, knowing that Curlew was being like a voyeur and getting pleasure from secretly viewing her naked body, and whatever else he might be doing. Those tingling sensations were primarily concentrating in her vulva area, and making her very horny and wet.
Curlew, while walking through his office on the second floor, had passed by the window and glanced out. He noticed Pam lying on a blanket completely naked. He came to an immediate stop and eased closer to the window. He remained far enough away where he figured Pam couldn't see him, if she glanced up in his direction. He just stared at what he could see of her, in awe and desire. The growth on top of the dune between him and her concealed her bare pussy and legs from his view. He stood still, admiring her young beautiful upper body, and became hard and rigid. He grabbed his cock and began squeezing it gently in a massaging motion. He thought to himself, 'If only I could see her young pussy, I'd —,' pausing in mid thought. Then disgustedly said aloud, "I've got to remind myself to cut back that freaking dune grass before next weekend," as he continued grumbling and walked away from the window, still holding his erect cock.
After a short period of time, Pam looked up and became somewhat disappointed. Curlew was gone from the window. She thought, 'Perhaps he wasn't even looking at me. Maybe he was looking at something else in the far distance.' She went back to her book, still somewhat excited sexually from what might have been. It was just a young girl's vivid imagination, along with some wishful thinking of her own. Pam rolled back over on her stomach and went back to reading her book.
A short while later, Pam caught some movement in her peripheral vision and turned her head. She saw Curlew standing at the opening between the dunes, just staring at her naked body. "Oh, Curlew, I didn't know you were there. How long have you been standing there? Why didn't you say something?"
Curlew, with a guilty and embarrassed look, stammered, "Uh, I ..., I ..., I'm sorry I startled you. I ..., I just thought I'd come down and see how you were doing. I didn't know you were naked, sorry. I haven't been here long ... sorry."
