water

It's the first day of summer here. It's a beautiful warm day and I'm headed down to Ashley's house for some pool fun. It's only a short walk from here. I get there and she's in the backyard laying down a slip n side. I guess this means no pool? She's wearing a lime green one piece swimsuit. She looks damn good in it, too. To give you an idea, she's a an ample breasted, average sized brunette.

"Hey Pat ," she exclaims. I greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"The pool's not ready for swimming yet, so I brought out the slip n slide, " she says.

We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.