It was a very hot day. The sub shone mercilessly, and Charlotte was thankful for the shade underneath the orange tree. Her original plan was sunbathing in the backyard, but she was sweating off all her sunscreen and decided to find a more pleasant spot. She just leaned back into her seat, when-
"Charlotte honey, I'm leaving now!" her father called into the backyard.
He walked to the door and asked, "Would you mind handing this to mr Gregory next door?"
He waved a small package, oil stained. Something technical, no doubt.
"Sure dad," she replied, "when will you be back?"
"Oh, somewhere tonight, I guess. I'm having a late meeting, and I'll probably stay a bit afterwards, do you mind?"
"No, sure, go ahead. I'll enjoy myself. See you around!"
For just a minute longer, she leaned back with her drink, occasionally staring at the package on the doorstep. She then got up reluctantly, and put on her flowery summer dress.
She rang the doorbell for the second time. Still no answer. She reasoned he must be in the backyard, enjoying the weather, so she walked round the back. There she found the gate open, and walked in.
At first sight, the garden was empty. Then she saw George Gregory in his pool, floating near the side, earplugs in his ears.
Charlotte closed the gate, and walked over to him, stealthily glancing at his muscled chest. He was in his mid-forties, but nonetheless very athletic. Though she wasn't sure where he got the workout, as he never seemed to leave the house. He even ordered his groceries. She had always assumed he had a rowing machine in his basement or something, but now shifted her bet to the pool.
Mr Gregory still hadn't noticed her, so she tapped his shoulder. This was when she noticed he was completely naked.
Startled, she took an involuntary step back. It might have been the deception of the water, but his dick seemed rather... large. Extraordinarily large.
"Enjoying the view?"
Mr Gregory said, a smile in his eyes. She had been too taken aback to see him turn.
"H-hi, Mr Gregory," she stuttered, "I, eh..."
"You came to return the carburettor, I see. Thanks, love."
Charlotte smiled. "Yeah, no problem. Shall I put it on the table then?"
"Please do. And when you've done that.." he said, as she turned around to dispose of the heavy machinery, "You can come join me. You look extremely flushed. A dive would do you good."
Charlotte jumped. Join him? Should she?
"Well, ehm, I'd love to but eh..."
"Oh come on, you're not afraid of me, are you?"
Before she could mutter an answer, he added, "I assume you're wearing your bathing suit underneath that cute little number?"
Charlotte smiled nervously, and nodded.
"Well then, hop in!"
She contemplated this for just a little longer, but then the heat made the decision for her. She took off her dress, and folded it on a white plastic chair. Then she approached the water, and jumped in.
Such a beautiful sight. George looked at her diving, a tad proud of talking her into joining him. He'd always had a thing for his young neighbour, and had loved the beautiful little lady she had grown into. And now he had her in his pool, wearing only a small red bikini, showing off lots of her tanned skin. Oh, how he'd love to touch that...
She swam towards him, and touched the border. He smiled at her.
"Great water, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"Glad you joined?"
She nodded again. Sweet little thing.
They swam for a bit, until he deliberately cornered her.
"Charlotte, you're eighteen now, aren't you?"
"Yeah, my birthday was last month. Why?"
He grinned. He was in luck!
"And you have a boyfriend, I presume?"
