1. Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 2 of 5


    Date: 3/1/2024, Categories: Diary, Author: LanceAvenue 

    ... them to Margret, who whisks my clothes away to ostensibly put them in the dryer, leaving me in the bathroom naked with Tom.

“I can get you a pair of my shorts if it would make you feel more comfortable,” he kindly offers me.

“I think we’ve already pretty well crossed that line today,” I say to him wryly. I turn to attempt another look at their toilet. This time, I am successful and can see what the issue is. “Well, I see your problem. I’m surprised no one has managed to see it before, but it shouldn’t be too hard to fix. I could come by Monday or Tuesday and have that fixed up for you.”

“Wonderful!” Tom exclaims, “Now, I suggest you hop in the shower and rinse the toilet water off of you. I’ll go get you a clean towel.”

Tom has a good point, and it’s not like I can just go home until my clothes are dry, so I open the shower and begin to rinse off. After a minute or two, I see the silhouette of someone approaching through the shower’s privacy glass and assume it's Tom. I turn off the shower, open the door, walk out, and grab the towel. I put it to my face and then quickly move it over my junk as soon as it registers with me that it wasn’t Tom nor Margret who handed me the towel.

“My grandpa said you needed a towel,” the young woman standing in front of me says as she smirks at my reaction, “You’re not a nudist, are you?”

“Who, me? No, no I am not.” I quickly reply.

“Well, you are now,” she says, then winks at me and leaves the bathroom.

Holy fuck, the ...
    ... Fernys are going to be the death of me. I peer out the open bathroom door to see if there is anyone else around, then continue to dry off. I place the towel down on the counter and leave the bathroom with my shoes in hand. I make it back upstairs and go into the kitchen to find Tom at the table drinking something and reading the paper.

“Did you meet Lacey?” Tom asks without looking up from his paper.

I put my shoes down and then stand there awkwardly as I say, “Um, yeah, is that your granddaughter who brought me the towel?”

“Indeed she is,” he says, then puts down the paper and turns to look at me, “sit down, make yourself comfortable. It’ll be a while longer before your clothes are dry.”

I move to sit down when Lacey enters the room. We look at each other and she smiles as I take my seat.

“Thank you for helping my grandparents, Mike. That was very kind of you,” Lacey says. I imagine Lacey is what Margret looked like when she was younger; brunette, larger breasts, tight frame, and god that's a beautiful shaved pussy. Damn it, I'm getting hard, shit. Good thing I'm sitting down. I watch as Lacey, still smiling at me, walks over and sits right down next to me. Fuck.

"Uh, yeah, no problem. Glad I could help," I say, feeling uncomfortable with Lacey right next to me while I'm growing an uncontrollable boner.

"Well, we just feel so fortunate to have such a good neighbor," Tom says with a smile.

I now have the Eiffel Tower in my lap, so I jump a little when I ...
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