“Mr. Muran has requested I speak to the Mayor, Ma’am,” she said respectfully with a soft bow to her head. Her blue eyes flit upwards as she smiled, that brown braid still coiled around her neck.
She tugged the navy blue blazer over her chest a little tighter, though with how large her breasts were and how ill fitted her school uniform was, it was impossible. The navy contrasted against the tan of her skin, and she set down her book bag.
“Would you be able to check if he’s available?”
“Oh,” the woman said simply, sounding a little saddened. “Sorry to say this, dear, but the Mayor’s out of the office today. He went fishing with an old friend, you see,” she remarked with a gentle smile. “Off by the lake, down from the river,” she stated. “So you’ll have to try back tomorrow. Should I book you an appointment?” she asked.
“Sure,” Amy said with a smile, but she had other plans. She’d simply go down and convince him that very day. There was no way she could sleep if she didn’t have it resolved.
She rolled up on her toes, her maryjanes helping her be a bit taller than normal, as she felt the air brush past her bare slit.
After a brief arrangement of an appointment, Amy set out with her backpack on. She headed to the river, which wasn’t hard, since everyone knew where it was. All the farms in the area had little drainages off from it to fuel the crops on their land after all.
Off into the woods, she trekked over the ground. The maryjanes made things a little harder on her than normal when she went for walks in the wild, but sheer determination pushed her on. The heat of the sun however grew, and the chill of that morning was long gone by the time she found the river itself.
Following the babbling river she finally had to stop after nearly an hour, and take off her jacket. She was sweating and needed some relief from the exertion and the sun.
She sighed as she tucked her blazer away, but even that white blouse was warm and she had to fan herself. She glanced towards the water, then around at her surroundings.
Surely no one could blame her if she took a brief break from her walk to cool off in the river.
She rolled her white knee socks down over her calves and unbuckled her scuffed maryjanes, stepping out of them both. Her legs were tanned from working in the fields in her shorts so often, the curvy limbs firm and yet soft all at once. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the paler skin beneath as she shrugged it off to her own relief.
Her bra was simple of make, delicate and without padding, not as though she needed any. Her breasts were large and full above her nipped waist, and she folded the shirt to lay atop her bag.
Though she remembered that she wasn’t wearing any panties and frowned, looking at the glittering water so longingly. She wanted to take a quick dip, but couldn’t get her skirt wet...
She stepped nearer the edge of the river, and dipped her bare toe in, her body instantly responding to the chill with goosebumps up her arm. As she let the rest of her foot sink into the water, her nipples hardened as well and she let out a sigh of relief.
How often had she swam in the river? Yet always she’d had on her bra and panties.
Her eyes glanced around once more before she stepped in a bit further. Perhaps if she just let the water caress her legs it’d cool her off enough to continue on her trek.
For all her cautious looking about though, she’d missed the sight of an old familiar face sat down upon the rocks nearby. Mr. Kerny, her father’s friend, lounged by a rock not far from her, and saw every moment of her casual reclining.
He was a big man, a hard working farming with sun-bleached hair and a rock hard body that was more tanned than her own. He sat nearby, partially shrouded by the shrubs and rocks along the river, but when he stood up… the towering man was hard to miss.
Especially since he wore no shirt himself, and left all those hard, rippling pecs and abs exposed to her view. Reminding her of why she’d had a crush on him back before Mr. Muran became her teacher and stole her fancies away.
“Amy?” he said in his deep voice, a smile on his face as he strode along the river closer to her. “Damn girl… I didn’t recognize you at first,” he said.
“Mr. Kerny!” she gasped after she spun about on the slippery rocks, nearly losing her balance and tumbling into the water. She caught herself just in time, but ended up standing, awkwardly, as her arms tried to cover her torso.
Her entire body blushed, her chest and face turning such a deep shade of pink.
“I didn’t see you there.”
His work pants were rolled up to his knees and he splashed into the water at her fumbling display, rushing in to put his thick, muscled arms about her for security.
“Damn girl, you gotta watch out,” he said, ever one with the foul language. Her father had said that’s why he’d quit inviting Mr. Kerny around, but Amy had her doubts. After all, her father had no problem with it all the years she was growing up. Why the sudden change?
Though such thoughts were far from her mind as the towering, tanned man held her against his stunning physique, looking at her with warmth and joviality.
“I’ll be a pig’s son if you ain’t the spittin’ image of your ma though,” he said affectionately, the older man having but the faintest crinkles near the corners of his eyes, st
ill looking so fit and youthful in his masculine strength.
She soothed at his warm touch, at the fact that he gratefully wasn’t far enough away any longer to see her half nude body. The familiarity of his scent flared her nostrils and she couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. Not a day went by she didn’t miss her mother, and being compared to her was so welcome.