author: cowgirl and richard

Lori squirmed her bottom around on the chaise lounge and then settled back, closing her eyes against the late afternoon sun. She lay ther for only a second or two and then decided "Oh, what the hell. Why not?" and raised up again to remove her ivory swimsuit top. She was a woman who loved a tan but hated the dark ugly leather look of tanning booths. When she took time and care her own skin toasted a warm light gold that appeared quite dark in the white clothes and swimsuits she perferred for summer.

She lotioned her breasts and smiled a little as her nipples stiffened a little. "No, not the time for that, I'm afraid." she thought ruefully. It had been three years since her husband's death. For over a year she had been numb and completely unable to think of sex. She had withdrawn from the social whirl that she and Dave have always taken part in and concentrated her efforts on getting her daughter through high school with as few disruptions as possible. Amy had been and was a great kid. It was she, with a great deal of help from Lori's best friend and next door neighbor, Brenda, who had gradually let her mom know that it was time to lighten up and start going out again, especially as Amy's graduation came closer. Lori had to agree and so had
started dating about 8 months ago. Trouble was, she hated dating. It had made her nervous when she was a teenager and it had been a relief to meet and marry Dave, whom she had always felt relaxed with. Now, at 39, she not only felt tense and nervous about each date, but depressed afterwards when each one was intensely boring or nervewracking. Thank God, she hadn't slept with any of them yet! She wouldn't have minded the sex (would have appreciated it, in fact) but having to talk with the man afterward was just---uggh! Too much work!

Lori finished lotioning her breasts, taking care to rub the undersides as well and lay back again on the lounge. Amy had left for college four days ago and, to be honest, Lori was feeling a lot of the empty nest syndrome. She was lonely. Dave had left her well provided for and she didn't have to work, but most of her friends did. She volunteered one day each week at the public library and another at St. Mary's Hospital. Did a lot of work for the church but it still left the house empty when she returned. What was she going to do with her time?

Without opening her eyes, she reached over to the little table beside her lounge and picked up her glass of iced tea, sipping it through a straw. She held the sweating glass in her hand and then rested it between her naked breasts, enjoying the way the beaded condensation cooled the inner sides of them and how some of the water dripped off the glass and made short little trails down her belly. She squirmed again on the lounge and parted her legs. The slightly cooler air slipped over her inner thighs where they had been in humid contact with each other, causing her to contract her groin muscles.

"My, that felt good." thought Lori. Maybe...well, why not? It was private enough here. No one could see over the fence and the house protected her from exposure from the street. She held the glass in her right hand and edged her left over the slope of her belly. Sliding it past her navel, she traced a line from there to the edge of her swimsuit bottom. She was just about to slide a finger underneath when a voice spoke, less than a foot from her head.

The results were spectacular. Every muscle in Lori's body spasmed in shock. She jerked upright, her legs spraying apart in a V. The glass of green tea that had rested between her breasts fell downward, the tea inside soaking the crotch of her swimsuit. The sudden cold caused her to jerk back and as she did so, the chaise lounge collapsed, rolling Lori onto her back, where the back of her head struck a jarring blow on the redwood deck. Lori didn't see stars but there were glaring flashes of red, blue and yellow haloed in front of her eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder and another on her thigh, just below her suit bottom. Then she felt the hand on her thigh move and begin mopping the tea splashed between her legs and over her belly.

"Jesus, Mrs. Tanner? Are you all right? I didn't mean to startle you like that!" and as Lori's eyes began to clear she saw a young girl, dressed in sneakers, blue denim shorts ("a little too short" passed randomly through Lori's thoughts) and a lime green t-shirt, using Lori's suit top to sop up the green tea. Her hair was long and pulled back in a pony tail. Lori pushed herself upright and gaped at the girl for a second, then jerked as one of the strap fastener's on her top caught in the fabric and tugged on her suit bottom.

She reached down and grabbed the girl's wrist. "Thanks, I can do that. Thanks." she babbled (and a hot streak of annoyance traveled through her thoughts as she realized how goofy she sounded.). The girl shrugged and dropped the top in her lap, then scooted back, squatting on her haunches and regarded Lori with calm, grey eyes.

"Uh, ommm, who are you?" asked Lori and the girl smiled warmly.

"I just moved in next door. I'm renting a room from Brenda McGuire for the summer. I hope for the fall too but it depends. I really didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I forgot some clothes from home, including my swimsuit and, well, there's a party day after tomorrow. Sort of a get acquainted party for the summer kids and I really wanted to go and Mrs. McGuire, Brenda, said I could borrow one of hers--swimsuits, I mean, but hers are too big and then she suggested that you and I are about the same size so I came over and, well, sorry. I really didn't mean to spook you. My name's Natalie." and then Natalie smiled again and leaned forward, placing a hand on Lori's shoulders and as she did so, her knees spread apart wider to hold her balance. The crotch of her (too short) shorts tightened and for a brief instant Lori felt almost woozy.

Then Lori suddenly realized that she was sitting with her own legs sprayed open, half naked, on a collapsed chair and she scrampled to her feet, Natalie's hand slipping from her shoulder, grazing Lori's elbow and the side of her knee as Lori stood up. She stood almost too close to Lori and Lori took a half step back, almost stumbling again over the lounge. "Dammit!", she thought, "act your age, you silly fool." and she glared down at Natalie, who was 4 inches shorter than Lori. As she did so, she noted that the girl's loose t-shirt didn't completely hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. The low scooped neckline offered a glimpse of heavy, plump breasts that hadn't yet started to sag. The thought of sagging caused her to glance down at her own breasts, but before she could compare them to Natalie's, the girl spoke again.

"Is it alright then, Mrs. Tanner?"

"Is what alright?" Lori almost snarled, and then, almost visibly, forced down her anger. 'Behave yourself. Show some manners." she thought to herself.

"Can I borrow the suit? I'd better try it on to see if it fits. And, uh, you might want to soak the suit you're wearing. That tea might stain it. I'd be happy to soak it for you in cold water while you look for the suit."

And Lori found herself saying sure and smiling at the rather annoying cheerful girl. She opened up the screen door into the living room and Natalie followed her inside. She handed Natalie the top and went into her bedroom to remove the bottoms. She skinned them down her hips and turned to see that Natalie was standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, apparently waiting to take the bottoms from her. Natalie's smile, for an instant, almost appeared to be a smirk and Lori flushed red in equal parts anger and embarassment. Then she flushed even redder as she realized that she really had nothing to be either angry or embarassed about. Except her own clumbsiness. To mask her feelings, she handed the bottoms to the girl as though it were an everyday occurance that she'd be standing naked in front of a stranger in her own bedroom. Natalie said thanks and left for the kitchen, where through the open bedroom door Lori could hear her running water.

Lori dressed hurriedly and then found her other swimsuit, a white one piece that she used for going to the beach. She emerged from the bedroom and handed it to the girl, who went into the bathroom to see if it fit. Lori went back outside to the deck and picked up the glass, sitting it back on the table and kicking the ice off onto the ground. As she resat the arms and legs of the lounge she reminded herself to bring out a sponge and bucket to wipe down the deck or the evaporating tea would make it sticky on bare feet. As she finished Natalie came back outside to model the suit.

Lori had to admit it looked good on the girl. Although Lori was taller, most of the height was in her legs and the one piece fit the shorter girl quite well. Even Natalie's slightly larger bustline looked good. "The boys will be falling all over her in that," thought Lori. "The little---." and then she stopped herself. Was she being a little green-eyed, she wondered.

Natalie sat down on the bench that lined the outside of the deck and Lori sat somewhat gingerly on the edge of the lounge.

"It looks good on you." said Lori and Natalie agree, although she said, she really didn't wear a one piece much.

"I mean, nobody my age really does, unless, you know, they're--well, uh. I've got a nice figure and most of my friends, well, if they do, they like to show it off. But, I guess, beggers can't be choosers, can they?"

"I'll say, you smug little snot." thought Lori while she smiled and chatted. Natalie began telling her about school and what she hoped to major in and as she rambled on, Natalie raised her tanned leg up and balanced the heel on the edge of the bench, leaning her head against her knee. The result caused her crotchband to stretch in much the same way her shorts had done earlier and Lori began to feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't an unnatural position but for some reason the way the girl lounged about bothered her. Then she noticed something and leaned a little forward. As she did so, her nostrils flared with an unmistakable, familiar smell. At the same time the crotch of her swimsuit turned a dark, dusky red.

"Natalie, are you beginning your period?" exclaimed Lori.

"Actually, Mrs. Tanner, this should be the last day. I'll be just fine for the swim party."

"Well, maybe, but the suit won't be. You're staining it right now. Honestly, why would you try on someone else's suit when you still bleeding?"

"Oh, it's all right, Mrs. Tanner. A little perxoide and some cold water and it should come right out. " and as she said this, Natalie spread her legs farther apart and plucked at the fabric of the suit's crotch to examine it, then tilted her head up and flashed that smile at Lori again. This time Lori noticed that, on occasion--like right now--, the smile seemed to end at the upper edges of Natalie's cheekbones and never really make it all the way to her eyes.

'But there's an even better way to clean it, Mrs. Tanner, or at least to get it ready to clean. Would you like me to show you?" and the girl's smile broadened and her eyes in the late afternoon sun seemed to be flashing the same red, yellow and blues that Lori had seen when she had cracked her head.

"What, yes." Lori stammered and Natalie spread her legs ever wider and, to her shock, Lori watched as a flood of yellow tinged with red water began to soak and then spray from the crotchband of her swimsuit. The girl was peeing! The girl was peeing in her suit and on her deck! The water splashed on the decking and droplets sprayed over Lori's sandals, feet and calves as well as on the lower leg of Natalie's. Lori's mouth gaped open and her lips grew dry as the spray slowed to a trickle and then, finally, ceased.

"Now, I'll just take them off, use the perxoide and rinse them and noone will ever know the difference. Good idea, eh, Mrs. T.?"

Lori's mouth finally began to work and she sputtered her outrage. "Get out of my suit! Get out of my suit and out of my house! Who the hell do you think you are! What kind of--who--GET OUT!!!" and Natalie scrugged her shoulders, stood up and, with her feet squarely in the puddle, slipped the suit off her shoulders, over her breasts and off her hips to land in a crumpled heap around her feet and directly in the center of the puddle. She slipped her feet out of the suit and stood for a second in front of Lori. Directly in front of her face, Lori could see specks of red on the girl's shaven pussy lips and it cut off the sound of her outrage as though a plug had been pulled. The girl, still smiling that warm smile, padded around Lori and went into the house, her soaked feet leaving a pattern across the deck and on the carpet inside.

After what seemed an eternity, Lori rose, and picking up her suit with two fingers, rushed across the living room to the kitchen to drop the soiled suit in the same sink as her other suit. Natalie had apparently left and as Lori filled a wash basin with soapy water, her mind still raced with her shock and disgust. How could anyone--? What--? Where was that girl raised?

She went back out to the deck, kicked off her sandals and wiped them clean. Then she lowered herself to her hands and knees, moved the chaise lounge out of the way and began to clean up the bloody, yellow puddle. Fuming, she wiped the deck clean, while planning how she would tell Brenda about the little bitch she had living there. Then she paused. How do you tell your best friend that you watched someone pee into your swimsuit? Who's going to believe a story like that? Nobody. It was just too goofy to be true. Lori resolved to say nothing but firmly resolved that that smiling little wrench, Natalie, wouldn't be over again. As she decided this she looked up. A teardrop of Natalie's golden pee hung from the edge of the bench where she had sat. For some reason that Lori would never be able to understand, she bent forward just as the droplet broke free of the bench. It dropped down directly on the tip of her nose and Lori froze there on her knees while the drop slowly evaporated in the sunlight. Her hands rested on the planks that Natalie had soaked and her buttocks clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Sweat trickled down her underarms and along her inner thighs. Her toes scraped over the aluminum bar of the chaise longe. She was aware of every single thing about her but didn't understand any of it. What was happening to her?

Next door, Natalie stood in the attic and looked out the only window that one could see into Lori Tanner's back yard from. She sat down the binoculars that she had been using for the last several seconds and smiled. She had thought it was going to be a long, boring summer but perhaps things could heat up a little. Maybe, just maybe, things were looking up.