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 Sex hikayeleri 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. Sikiş hikayeleri 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 Erotik hikaye 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!