It was an unusually hot stretch of weather, not atypical for the end of August, but still hot. I decided the garden deserved a little water in an attempt to at least say I tried to keep it alive, so I dragged the hose out and began to give it a good soaking. I looked over the fence and noticed our neighbors daughter was still home from college and had parked herself in the sun to try to get a little more color before heading back to school.
I had seen Christine develop into a very attractive young woman of 20. She had always been friendly and we often talked over our backyard fence. She had referred to me as "Uncle Frank", and I didn't discourage that. Although seeing how she had developed I felt a little like "Weird Uncle Frank". Still, that didn't stop me from looking and from having some excellent fantasies. I think it was Frank Zappa who had a song like that. "I'd smother that girl in chocolate syrup and boogie 'till the cows came home..." Susie Creamcheese or something along those lines. "Brown Shoes Don't Make It", that's it, that is the song. My mind drifted as the vegetables soaked up the cool spray from the water.
Her light colored suit was cut high in the legs and as she lay on her stomach, her butt cheeks were clenched, giving them nice definition. She was focused on her phone, like anyone her age, so I couldn't resist a quick spray in her direction. The burst of water caught her by surprise and she jumped almost straight up and gave a quick yelp. I hadn't noticed that her top was undone to diminish the tan lines, but I sure noticed as she went up and the swimsuit stayed down. Her milky white breasts were a sight to behold, jiggling just enough and with perky round pink nipples that pointed accusingly in my direction.
"That was just plain RUDE!" Christine said with a half laughing tone. Her swimsuit top remained on the towel on the ground and she draped an arm across her chest as she approached me at the fence. "Did you get a good look? Ha - bet you didn't think I would say anything about that, did you? A far cry from when we used to run through your sprinkler on days like this. Your yard was the center for all us kids growing up."
"Yes, I guess it was kind of rude. And I do remember those days. But I must say you have...um....grown since then." Something else was growing, so I decided to stay close to the fence. "You can always come over and run through the sprinkler, you know you are always welcome over here. You want to go back and grab your top? I promise not to spray you... Unless you want me to." I added the last part with a chuckle. Hopefully not too dirty of a chuckle.
Christine paused as she thought the idea over. "It is awfully hot. That spray felt good, even if it did catch me by surprise. And, well, no one is home right now." Her voice trailed off a little. She looked at Frank, cocked her head slightly and continued. "I wouldn't mind being sprayed more, if that is alright with you." She reached for the latch on the gate that connected our two yards and opened the door. As she stepped through in Franks' back yard, her arm came down to her side and revealed her chest again. This time she stopped, placed her hands on her hips and thrust them out at Frank. "Here you are Uncle Frank, have a good look. I know you want to".
I did look, and I am sure my smile belied my appreciation. They were nicely formed, a trace of tan line, not too big or small. "Thank you. I must say, they are a feast for these old eyes. Do you think they want to be watered?"
"I do think they need to be sprayed...first with water." She winked devilishly. "And I think I could use a total hosing off. I was getting very hot from the sun, and also from thinking about being watched. Does laying in the hot sun ever make you horny, Mr. Dillon?"
"Mister Dillon? You don't need to use that formality with me. Especially now." I answered as I brought the nozzle up.
"Especially now, now that you have seen my tits? Or now that we are both adults?" She instinctively covered her breasts as she prepared to be sprayed with the cool water.
