I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the month I first met her.I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the month I first met her. It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was working at The Lake, repairing the dock. When the heat got to be too much, I tossed some beer on the raft and poled out the quarter mile to the rock I call "The Island." It's so small that no one bothers with it, so I enjoy going there for the quiet. I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows in the thin soil at waters edge, got out of my clothes and into the water. A few refreshing minutes later, I climbed back out, grabbed the beer and a beachtowel, and went up on the rock. I set my stuff down in the shade of the island's one tree, and drank a can. Secure in the privacy of my little spot, I dozed off. Shortly, something woke me, and I opened my eyes. I blinked hard, thinking I was still dreaming; for there stood the most magnificent looking woman I had ever seen, quite as naked as I, and apparently totally unconcerned about it. She was blue-eyed and dark blonde, stood about five-seven, slender and with firm muscles. Her waist was small, almost tiny, with well-rounded hips below a firm flat stomach. Her breasts were, well, perfect. Neither large nor small, firm rounded cones crowned with dark pink jewels just made to kiss. She was smiling, and looking at me very openly and frankly. Then she said, in a soft voice with just a hint of some kind of accent, "You are very beautiful." Now. I'm not ugly, I admit, but nobody would mistake me for a movie star, and absolutely no one had ever accused me of being beautiful before! And to hear those words coming out of such a face and figure as hers! I'd like to tell you I replied with something clever, but I was just thunderstruck. |