SUMMER FUN - Part 1

The afternoon sun was hot on her skin as she walked towards the huge old maple tree growing on her backyard. Miss Sexatary reached the shade under the tree and sat down on the waiting blankets and pillows. She set her jug of lemonade and a glass down on the ground next to the blanket. Little droplets of water gathered on the jug´s surface in the summer heat and the ice cubes in the jug made cracking sounds starting to melt right away.
Miss Sexatary kicked off her sandals and lay down on the blankets. She felt hot in her loose white summer dress and thought that if she was really brave she could just take it off... She decided she wasn´t quite that brave and that she was content with just lifting the dress hem up all the way to her panties. Her sheer white panties looked cheeky peeking from under her dress hem but she had decided not to care. Lying on the blankets she could feel the moist starting to build up in the back of her neck already and she sat up sighing. She gathered her long hair up in a loose bun to the top of her haed and could feel a breeze in the back of her neck. She shivered and smiled to herself; she loved summer!
Lying down again she closed her eyes and listened to the birds singing in the tree high above her.
Mr.Bossman had the airconditioning on full blast and he had opened all the car windows in desperation but it was still steaming hot inside the car. Sweat clung his shirt to his skin and he felt wet and moist in all the wrong places. Jeans had been a truly bad idea this morning, he crumbled inside while checking his map on the seat next to him. The dirt road winding in front of him seemed to take him to another time. He could see pastures with horses on them and old expensive looking houses every once in a while on the side of the road and he felt transported to a century past. He imagined taking this road to work every morning and suddenly he felt he understood Miss Sexatary a bit better. He smiled and tried to imagine what her house would look like. Rather he should be getting prepeared for what she would say when he´d turn up on her porch (she´d propably have a porch, he smirked) on the second day of her summer holidays. He glanced at his rearview mirror and saw the thick dust cloud his car left behind on the dry dirt road. Laughing to himself he sped away trying to out run the dust in vain.
Mr.Bossman took another look at his map and slowed down, the turn to Miss Sexatary´s house would be coming up right about now. Soon enough there was a open white gate to a small road to his right and he took it. Tall trees shaded the road all the way up to house that lay a good distance away from the winding dirt road. Mr.Bossman pulled up slowly to a very beautiful old wooden house. with a red door. He sat in his car letting the aircondition blast away at him looking at the house for a long time. It was white with shutters the same color, indeed it had a lovely little porch and rosebushes growing around it. The house looked very welcoming and Mr.Bossman knew that it was good reflection of the owner. He turned off his car and stepped out of the car. The heat of the summer afternoon hit him hard outside. He unbuttoned his white shirt and took the wet thing off. Wiping the sweat of his forehead with the shirt he walked to the trunk of his car and opened it. He pulled out a black bag and stuffed the shirt in there. After rummaging the bag for a while he found a white wife beater and put it on. He wondered if it was too informal for a while but decided that it was better than to go shirtless. He slammed the trunk shut hoping Miss Sexatary would hear it inside the house and come outside to see who it was because he was feeling a bit nervous about knocking on the door. He reached inside the car through the open back window and pulled out a large, colorful bouqet of flowers meant for her. Taking deep breaths he walked to the red front door and knocked. He stood still almost holding his breath but nothing happened. He knocked again and looked around the front yard. He saw Miss Sexatary´s small car parked to the side of the house and realised she had to be home. Knocking once more he took a step back and looked up at the house. There was no light on the windows but then it was daylight still and the curtains were pulled up anyway. Walking towards her car Mr.Bossman looked around and wondered if he should call out her name. When he reached the car he realised the yard extended to the back of the house too. Walking along the side of the house he saw an open window and could hear a faint sound of music from inside; she was definitelly in.
When Mr.Bossman reached the backyard he noticed the backdoor was open letting the music escape to the large garden on the back. He walked to the open doors and stepped inside. After the bright sun shine his eyes took a while to get used to the dark and he had to blink a few times. He stood in a large airy kitchen with white cupboards and olive green walls. It was clean and lovely and he felt at home immediately. He set the bouqet of flowers on the large kitchen table and called out her name: “Miss Sexatary?”. The house stood cool and still around him. He called out her name again and again there was only silence. Looking at the flowers he decided they needed water and fast he started opening the cupboard doors. Feeling like an intruder he tried to be very quiet and once he found a suitable vase for the bouqet he filled it up ith water quickly before stepping back out into the back garden. He looked around the garden noticing all sorts of strange looking flowers in the multitude of flowerbeds. Finally he saw something under a large maple. He took a few steps towards the tree and squinted his eyes in the sun shine. “Miss Sexatary?”, he called uncertain. The figure under the tree moved and sat up.
Miss Sexatary´s hair spilled down from her loose bun from the top of her head when she sat up. She yawned and wondered what had waken her up. She felt thirsty and reached for the jug of lemonade next to her.
“Miss Sexatary? Hey, did i wake you?”, his voice was unmistakable and it send a shock through her. Spinning around fast Miss Sexatary was still surprised to see Mr.Bossman standing in her garden. He looked slightly out of place here in her world. Mr.Bossman was wearing a worn out pair of jeans and a white wife beater that left his arms bare. Miss Sexatary sighed a little and realised she had never seen him out of a suit before. He looked amazing and Miss Sexatary wondered what she looked like. Suddenly she realised her dress was still hiked up to her panties and she tried to pull it down desperatelly. “Mr.Bossman!? What... Is everything alright?”, she said standing up. Mr.Bossman bend down to kiss her cheek politly and shook his head. “Um, yes, everything is alright. I was just in the neighborhood... “, he grinned at her playfully and tilted his head a little. Miss Sexatary giggled in disbelief, was he really implying that he had driven all this way to come and see her? She didn´t quite know what to say and for a moment they just stood there in the shade of the huge maple tree looking at each other.
“Please, sit down”, she finally said and immediately realising it was a silly thing to say. But Mr.Bossman nodded and sat down on the blanket amidst the pillows. “Were you asleep?”, he asked still looking at her when she sat down. “I´m sorry if i woke you up. Sweet dreams?”, he continued grinning again. Miss Sexatary giggled and nodded: “Yes, i was asleep actually. I stayed up late last night and decided to have a nap out here since it is my summer holiday and people are allowed to do things like this on their summer holidays...”.
“Correct. What good is a summer holiday if you can´t stay up late and nap away in your garden in the afternoons?”, Mr.Bossman laughed. He glanced at Miss Sexatary´s white dress. It was nearly see through and he could easily make out her lace bra through it. She looked relaxed and younger than at work. Mr.Bossman looked at her bare feet and smiled, sweet. Miss Sexatary poured a glass of lemonade out of the jug next to her and handed it to Mr.Bossman: “You must be thirsty? Was the drive very uncomfortable?”. He took the glass letting his long fingers brush against hers and smiled: “Uncomfortable is a good way to describe it. And thank you, i am very thirsty!”. He drank the lemonade and handed the glass to her to be filled again. After a third glass he gave the glass back and sighed loudly: “That´s better!”. Miss Sexatary poured the glass full again for herself this time and lifting the glass to her lips she drank. Mr.Bossman watched her drinking and loved the moves of her throath when she swallowed.
“I brought you some flowers...”,he told her. “I put them in a vase in the house. i couldn´t find you at first and went to look for you inside. I hope you don´t mind?”. Miss Sexatary was so surprised by him bringing her flowers that she managed to spill some of the lemonade down the front of her dress. She sqeeled a little when the still cool lemonade hit her skin through the sheer fabric and set her glass aside. “Oh no...”, she moaned and pulled the wet fabric of her skin. Mr.Bossman rushed to dry the dress with a handkerchief and made her smile: what a gentleman, he carried a handkerchief while wearing jeans and a wife beater. Mr.Bossman rubbed at the wet spot on the dress gently with a concentrated frown. “I think i got it...”, he mumbled leaning very close to her chest to check. Miss Sexatary felt his breath on her skin and his scent surrounded her. “Thank you...”, she almost whispered touching his arm lightly. Mr.Bossman pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips fast and smiled. “Why are you here?”, Miss Sexatary asked quietly. Up in the tree a bird chirpped loudly and she could hear a car pass her house on the dirt road. Mr.Bossman´s face softened and he put the handkerchief away. He reached to smooth her hair and let his soft thumb stroke her cheek slowly. “I missed you... “, he whispered and glanced away shy. Miss Sexatary sighed again surprised. “You did?”, she asked and turned her head to quickly kiss the thumb stroking her cheek. Mr.Bossman looked at her again, this time intently. Slowly, almost carefully he came closer to her and finally kissed her. His lips were soft and gentle and the kiss was light. Miss Sexatary touched his face with her hands and pulled him closer to her for another kiss. With every kiss they became braver and the kisses more demanding. Her tongue felt his beautiful theet and his wide tongue pushed into her mouth to explore. He nibbled at her lower lip and made her moan.