She backed carefully down the ladder and moments later triumphantly handed him a shingle.
“That’s great, Louise! If you bring them up and stack them here,” said Mike, indicating a corner where he’d put the first ones he carried up, “I’ll collect them and nail them on. We might be finished by noon, with luck!”
And they were. Down on the ground, Mike stretched, easing the cramp in his back.
“Sore?” asked Louise, solicitously.
“Stiff,” Mike replied, straightening. He grinned at her. “How about we get something to eat and then I go to cut the poles for the corral.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” she said. “Are you in a desperate rush to be home again?”
“Well, no,” admitted Mike.
“Take a break, then. You saddle your horse and my saddle horse, that little calico mare. I’ll make us some sandwiches and we’ll go out and have a picnic.”
“That’d be marvellous, Miz McLean – sorry! Louise!”
“Let’s do it!”
A half hour or so later saw them riding away. Mike glanced across at Louise McLean. She was still wearing the shirt and overalls and had added a dusty stetson. This at least seemed to be hers, for it fitted her.
“Where do you want to head, Louise?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’m ashamed to say that I don’t really know this country.” She glanced across at him. “Do you know anywhere we could swim?”
He was startled. Swim? Together? That would mean she’d have to take her clothes off! Even if he was a proper gentleman he might be able to sneak a peek. He’d like to see what went with the legs he’d glimpsed.
“Mike?” He brought his mind back, with an effort.
“Sorry! I was just thinking. Yesterday, when I came over, I followed a game trail. Just out of curiosity. I was early.”
“And?” she prompted.
“There was a pool. I didn’t test the depth, but it looked big enough to swim.”
“Lead the way, Mike.”
About thirty minutes later he spotted the trail he’d left coming out from the pool and turned off the main trail. Louise pulled her mare in behind Caesar and followed him into the trees. They were soon in the clearing and she exclaimed with pleasure.
“Mike, it’s perfect!” She dismounted quickly and stood holding the reins. She looked at him. “What should we do with the horses?”
Mike pointed. “I’ll picket them over there. There’s plenty grass and they’ll be able to reach the creek to drink.” He laughed. “Downstream from us!” He bent to take her reins, pausing while she removed her saddlebags, then picketed the two horses on long lines, easing the saddle girths. He walked back to where Louise McLean stood thoughtfully looking at the pool. She looked at him, appraisingly.
“What is it?” Mike asked. “Something wrong?”
“Can I trust you?” she asked.
“You trusted me to do a good job on your roof. I’m still the same Michael Delaney.”
Louise laughed. “Well said, Mike. I’ll tell you why I asked. Have you been swimming before?”
“Yeah, lots of times.”
“With the other boys?”
“Yeah.”
“Naked?”
Mike shrugged, flushing slightly. “How else?”
“There’s a garment called a bathing dress. I’ve got one in my saddlebag. I only wore it once before and it was hellish uncomfortable to swim in.” She looked directly at him. “I much prefer to swim naked.”
Mike flushed again and swallowed, a vision of Louise McLean naked leaping into his mind.
“Will you turn your back while I get into the water, Mike, and again when I get out?” she asked softly.
“Of course,” he replied. At least she didn’t ask me not to look while she’s in the water, he thought.
“All right, turn around, and don’t look until I tell you to.”
He turned and stood stiffly while she undressed, listening to the swish of garments against skin. His prick was stiff and he wondered how he was going to get into the water himself!
“All right, Mike. It’s your turn,” said Louise, giggling to herself. Pity you hadn’t been watching, Mike, you would have enjoyed my little show.
Mike turned. Louise McLean was in the water, submerged up to her neck, her blonde hair piled on her head to keep it out of the water.
“You turn your back now,” he said.
She nodded. “Fair’s fair.” She turned away and Mike quickly undressed, piling his clothes near hers and stepping into the water until his half-hard prick was safely submerged.
“It’s OK now, Louise. You can turn around.” He sank down completely into the water then began to swim around the pool. There was only room for a half-dozen strokes or so and then it was necessary to turn and swim back. Louise smiled at him as they passed, but he could see little except a vaguely woman shape, for although the water was clear, the motion of their swimming caused the ripples to distort the image. Eventually, Louise paused.
“I’m going to get out now, Mike. Please turn your back again.”
Obediently he did so, but couldn’t resist taking a quick peek over his shoulder. Her back was to him as she stepped carefully out of the water. He thought to himself, >she is beautiful!’, watching the play of the muscles in her ass as she moved towards her clothes. He caught a glimpse of her breast as she stooped to her clothes then quickly turned away as she took a towel from her saddlebag, glancing towards him as she did so.
She smiled to herself. >Good’, she thought, >I’d be really disappointed if he hadn’t tried to peek’. She dried herself quickly then dressed again in the overalls and shirt. She grimaced slightly at their touch. >I wish I’d thought to bring clean clothes’ she thought regretfully.
Dressed, she turned. Mike was neck deep in the water, obediently facing away from her.
“Right, Mike. It’s your turn. I’ll leave the towel here. I’m going to get the sandwiches out. I’ll keep my back turned until you tell me different. All right?”
“Thanks, Louise, that’d be swell.” Mike waited until Louise had collected the saddlebags and knelt to unpack the food, facing carefully away from him. He stood and stepped out of the water. At least his pecker had softened, he thought, towelling himself vigorously. He quickly donned his clothes, stamping his feet into his boots without socks, which he tucked into his saddlebag.
“I’m decent, Louise,” he called, rewarded with a dazzling smile over her shoulder.
“You were a proper gentleman, Mike. Thank you.”
“You’re a lady, Louise, a man should be a gentleman for you.”
“Why Michael Delaney, I think you’re a romantic.” She laughed lightly and grinned at him. “Have a sandwich.”
It was late afternoon when they got back, for they had idled, neither of them being in any great hurry to finish their time together.
“Are you very hungry, Mike?” asked Louise.
“Not really. I think that beef sandwich was the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
“Ham and Eggs?”
“That would be swell, Louise.”
“Give me half an hour, I need to change first,” she said.
“I’ll be in the barn,” said Mike.
He walked over to the barn, thinking that he’d be able to read a little more of Aristotle’s Masterpiece. He would have been surprised if he could have seen the look on Louise McLean’s face. He found the book where he’d left it and carried on reading. The images in the book blurred, all of the female figures taking on the shape of Louise McLean. His prick was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants and he put the book to one side. >I need to get control of myself’, he thought. >I don’t want to upset Mrs McLean, she’s been too nice to me’. He smiled ruefully to himself. >I wish I could of taken a better peek at her, but what I saw sure looked good.’ He sat in wishful solitude for a little longer, then went across to the house to wash up.
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