The first day of June meant the first day of summer vacation for me. I have been teaching eighth grade maths since my graduation from university five years ago. This year had been very challenging and I desperately needed to get away and recharge. I was excited to be doing a house swap for the next three months with a coworker’s brother and his wife. They would be moving into my cute suburban two bedroom house, and I would be moving into their lakeside cottage approximately a four hour drive away.

Darkness had already set in when I pulled into the driveway of my new summer home. I grabbed my overnight bag and my little dog, Rascal, and made my way inside. The cottage was more luxurious than my home, and I couldn’t wait to explore tomorrow. Tonight, though, I was crawling into bed and sleeping for at least the next twelve hours!

The warm sun shining in on me through a skylight woke me out of my sleep. Rascal needed to go out, so I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and grabbed his leash. It was time to explore. We made our way around the lakeside community, noticing it was a very affluent area. There were some older, more classic looking cottages mixed in with some beautiful modern newly built summer homes. They all had wooded lots and were either water view or water front properties. The lake was huge and clear, dotted with docks and boats along its edge. This was going to be a great summer!

I soon met some of the seasonal residents, who were kind and welcoming. Some of the homes were short term rentals, some had permanent residents for the summer, and some were weekend homes of people who lived in the city. One lady (Jen) was about my age, and we became fast friends. Most evenings we would meet for drinks and munchies, and she would fill me in on all the drama of the neighborhood.

One morning, I noticed a newcomer at one of the new houses that looked to be still under construction. He drove past Rascal and I on our morning walk, and didn’t return my wave. He scowled as he sped past, nearly hitting us. What a jerk! When I reached the cottage where his big red truck was parked, I felt him watching me, but didn’t see him. I made a mental note to ask Jen about him.

That evening, with drinks in hand, Jen and I sat out on her deck enjoying the setting sun. The big red truck drove by, eliciting an eye roll from Jen.

“What’s his deal?” I asked her, curious about her reaction.

“That’s Chad. He’s an asshole. Stay away from him,” she replied. “He bought his lot three years ago, and has been building his cottage by himself ever since. He doesn’t think rules apply to him - his neighbour has complained several times to the bylaw enforcement officers and inspectors, and there has been stop work orders posted there more times than I can remember. Nobody here likes him. He’s rude, obnoxious, and a control freak.”

“Sounds like a swell guy!” I chuckled, as I told her of my encounter with him earlier.

The next morning, when Rascal and I went for our walk, I caught a glimpse of Chad working outside on one of his decks. He was wearing only a short pair of swimming trunks, his skin was bronzed by the sun, and his well defined muscles were rippling as he worked. His wavy light brown hair had been bleached blond by so much time outside, and was in desperate need of a cut. He might be a jerk, but Damn, he was hot! I stopped and stared just a bit too long, because he sensed me there and turned around. I was caught! I waved, then continued on my way. He scowled at me in return. What a jerk! Why, then, did I feel flushed, why was my breathing more rapid?

As the days passed, the temperature and humidity rose. The air was sultry. The hotter it got, the fewer clothes everyone seemed to wear. I started taking my morning walks at 5:30 a.m., while it was cooler out, and nobody was around. There was something so peaceful and tranquil about the early morning solitude. In an effort to keep cool, I had started wearing only my running shorts and a very thin tank top (no bra) on my walks. I never saw anyone that early, and I loved the way my tits swayed freely, prompting my nipples to harden and occasionally poke out of the low cut underarm of my tank top. Sadly, this was the most sexual excitement I have had in months.

The clash of thunder overhead woke me from a dead sleep in the wee hours of the morning. Lightning illuminated the bedroom, giving the brief appearance of daylight. Rascal, being terribly afraid, climbed on top of me, shaking and whining. There would be no going back to sleep, so I decided to watch Mother Nature’s fantastic show, seeing lightning reflecting on the water as the thunder roared and he rain poured down. After a couple of hours, the rain had stopped and the storm moved off in the distance. Daylight was just breaking, so I grabbed Rascal to go for our walk, hoping to tire us both out so we could come home and go back to bed.

There were lots of puddles on the road, causing us to dart between them in some spots. I took Rascal’s leash off and let him explore ahead of me, as we normally did. The sound of an approaching vehicle caught my attention - the road was particularly narrow in the tree lined section I was on. I stood as far to the side of the road as I could and turned to wait for the vehicle to pass by. I saw the red truck, then heard it speed up, plowing through a puddle and drenching me.

“What the hell?” I screamed at him, as he grinned and kept going. Rascal started barking and chasing him, sensing that something bad had happened to me. I quickly called Rascal and got him back on his leash, before strutting up the hill towards Chad’s place. I was enraged. He did that on purpose, and he definitely wasn’t sorry!

Soon the red truck came into view, and there he was, arms crossed, leaning against the truck waiting for me with a cocky smirk on his face. How dare he! I stomped up to him, soaking wet, my now transparent shirt plastered against boobs, which were swaying angrily with every step.

“What the hell was that for?” I yelled as I got closer to him. “Didn’t you see me?”

He grinned even bigger as he looked me up and down. “Yes, I saw you. That’s why I did it. I’ve seen you walking by every day, swinging your boobs, giving me a show. You were asking for it.”

The nerve of him! I raised my right hand to slap him, but he caught my arm and swung me around, pinning me against the truck in one swift motion, holding my arm over my head. He stepped close, pressing his hips into my belly, his knee separating my legs, his face so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath against my cheek. He stared into my eyes for a moment before leaning down to kiss me passionately, with a lustful hunger and urgency that was awakening every part of me. I tried to push him away with my free hand, but he grabbed that one too, raising it over my head and pinning my wrists together. He kissed me again, this time surprisingly soft and tender, making my knees go weak and setting my whole body on fire. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my hip, while he lowered one of his hands to grope my tits.

Chad stepped back and looked at me standing there soaking wet, my thin top (now see-through) plastered to my chest, my lips swollen, my face flushed, my nipples hard, my legs trembling with both fury and desire. He released my hands and reached into his pocket to take out his phone, quickly snapping a picture of me. Once again, I was furious with him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped at him. “Delete that immediately!”

He showed me the picture he had taken and said “I want you to see what I see. Do you see how sexy you are? Look at it.”

Every time he spoke he made me angry. I looked. Damn, he was right, and I hated him for it. I couldn’t take my eyes off my nipples, showing proudly through my now sheer top. My areolas were large and puckered, my nipples bigger than I ever saw them. I could easily win any wet T-shirt contest. The wet spot on my panties was growing rapidly with my arousal.

Chad took my arm and led me towards the door of his cottage, Rascal following close behind. What was I doing? I should turn around and leave while I still could. Once through the entryway, the room opened up to a huge space with a wall of windows facing the water. There was a couch, a table and two chairs in the unfinished room. I couldn’t help wandering to the windows to check out the view of the lake. It was breathtaking.

Chad came up behind me, his hands wrapping around me to fondle my tits while he kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, before grabbing my shorts and panties and slid them down in one smooth move. I heard him slide his shorts down and toss aside his T-shirt. I spun around to look at him. He was so handsome, standing there naked, his thick seven inch cock in his hand as he gently stroked it. God, I wanted to fuck him. Hard.

I moved over to sit on the couch, and he quickly came to stand in front of me, his glistening penis right in front of my mouth. I bit…literally, my teeth closing around his head in a love bite, before sucking him deep into my throat. Chad moaned, thrusting his hips as I sucked. Sensing he was getting close to orgasm, I let his dick pop out of my mouth. No way was I going to let him cum already. He was not happy about that, but I didn’t care. That’ll teach him for being a jerk.

Climbing on top of me, he swung my legs around so we were lying on the couch. He dropped his mouth to my nipples, licking, swirling, and sucking more tenderly that I had expected from him. Continuing to play with my boobs, he slid a hand down to run his fingers through my slit and into my vagina, rubbing against my sensitive clit. He pumped in and out as deep as his fingers would go. I reached an orgasm quickly….it had been a long time. Chad then rubbed the tip of his penis along my slit, and into my sopping wet vagina. He started thrusting faster and harder, his balls slapping into my ass with every stroke. I locked my eyes on his, watching him reach his climax.

He slumped down on top of me, kissing me as he softened and eventually slipped out of me. He drifted off to sleep, keeping me pinned underneath him. I enjoyed his weight, but needed to form an escape plan. I gradually slipped out from underneath him onto the floor. I picked myself up and went over to retrieve my clothes.

While I bent down to pick up my panties and shorts, I felt his hard cock slide into me, taking me by surprise. I didn’t realize he had woken up, or that he could get such an instant erection. With his cock still inside me, he walked me the three steps to the table, bent me over it and fucked me hard and fast. My nipples were rubbing against the cold table, my tits slapping together with every thrust. I had no choice but to surrender to my orgasm, my muscles squeezing his cock tight, sending him into his own bliss.

After regaining my senses, I quickly put my clothes back on, grabbed Rascal, planted a soft kiss on Chad’s lips, and left without saying a word. We got along much better when not trying to talk to each other. He may be a fantastic lover, but my opinion of him hadn’t changed. He was still a jerk.