Carol, my best friend and lover, was lying naked next to me with her head on my chest. I was stroking her face when she looked up at me and nuzzled her chin into my grey beard. She said " I liked that game we played this morning. When you let me mark the places on my body with honey that I wanted you to lick, that was very kind and thoughtful. Where did you learn to do that?"
I looked into her blue eyes, and then paused for a moment as thoughts of my youth came flooding back into my mind. Finally, I whispered " let me tell you a story about the Colonel's Widow.
The Sun was still high in the sky on this particular July Afternoon in 1962. There was a slight breeze that cooled the skin just enough to make 80 degrees seem comfortable. I was walking across a freshly manicured lawn towards a 6-foot high fence draped with bright green ivy. It would have been a perfect Friday afternoon except that I had missed one item on my checklist and now I had to make an extra stop on my way home from work. I eased the gate open and peered into the backyard of a home that was one of only four on the entire block of this exclusive neighborhood in Kenilworth, a wealthy suburb north of Chicago, Illinois.
There were small flashes of sunlight that danced on the surface of a pond that filled about a quarter of the yard. The pond was located in the corner and was dominated by a tall fountain that poured a stream of water from the mouth of a Stone Lion. My first thought was that this pond was certainly going to pass my inspection based solely on the presence of moving water, but as long as I was there, I better take a closer look. As I walked along the fence I saw out the corner of my eye, a woman lying on a lounge chair atop a raised deck attached to the two-story house. If I had thought that she had seen me, I would have introduced myself, but she appeared to be asleep. So, I decided to take a peek at the pond and quietly leave without disturbing her. Soon I was on my knees with my nose only a couple inches from the surface of the pond. My first awareness of her presence was the smell of baby lotion. Then I heard her whisper " what are you looking for?"
Without breaking my concentration, I whispered back " Fish."
A soft feminine voice replied " and if there are no fish?"
I turned my head and my nose nearly collided with the face of a woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties, nearly twice my age of 19. Her dark brown eyes were highlighted by deeply tanned skin stretched gently over high cheekbones on a beautifully sculptured face. More than once during my summer job, I have unintentionally violated the privacy of a nude sun bather, and although surely she would have put something on before confronting me, I decide to maintain close eye contact. I introduced myself and told her that I worked for the Cook County Mosquito Abatement Bureau. My task was to inspect all the known fishponds in the area and determine if they were potential breeding grounds for Mosquito Larva. The presence of fish or flowing water would keep the little pests away, otherwise we would have to put a chemical in the water to kill the larva, but that would also harm the fish. We always gave the homeowner a week to decide if they want to add fish, or let us add poison.
It has been over 40 years since that conversation took place, so I can not be sure if I really did feel a slight pressure on my back, but I do know that suddenly my body was falling forward into the cool water of the pond.
What I do remember very clearly, was the sound of laughter as I went headfirst into the water. I quickly decided that two people could play that game, so just before my face went under the water, I took a deep breath. Then I laid very quietly, face down as my body started to float in about 4 feet of water. First I heard a scream, then the splashing of water, and finally I saw a pair of feet appear on the bottom, just below my face. She could not see me exhale as she pulled my head up, and I was very limp when I was dragged out of the water. The woman rolled me over and pried my mouth open. She squeezed my nose and put her open mouth over mine. Just as she started to blow into my mouth, I opened my eyes and stuck my tongue into her sweet tasting cavity. We both froze for a moment and then, her attempt at mouth to mouth resuscitation turned into an embrace and a warm kiss. I wrapped my arm around her back, and pulled her breasts into my wet chest. My other hand, guided by instinct, slipped down her back and I cupped one cheek of her firm butt.
When she broke free, I could see that the light fabric covering had done nothing to restrain the outline of her erect nipples. She looked at me with fire in her eyes and yelled " I ought to call the police right now, and have you arrested for assault."
I smiled back and said " fine, but please also call the Sheriff. Interfering with the duties of a County Employee falls under their jurisdiction."
We both started to laugh, and she invited me inside to take a shower. I followed her across the lawn and through the patio doors, into an all season porch and finally into a large kitchen. I tried to stay focused on her light brown hair tied in a ponytail, but my eyes wandering down her long neck to her slim back and on to her swaying butt that was clad in a nearly translucent white bikini bottom. She pointed towards a door, and in a tone of voice that was more like a command than an offer, she told me to leave my clothes on the floor and she would put them in the dryer. A few moments after I had closed the shower door, I saw her fuzzy outline, now muted by a bathrobe scoop up my wet clothes and leave. She had left behind another bathrobe on the vanity. The hot water felt good on my body that had spent an entire day walking through backyards, city parks and a few swamps. I dried off with big fluffy towel and then tried to decide what to do about my erect penis that was still responding to visions of our embrace by the fishpond. That problem very quickly resolved itself when I picked up the blue robe and saw the Marine Corps insignia embroidered on the pocket.
