He was home alone for the weekend. His wife had taken the kids and gone to visit her mother, in the next state. Two whole days of doing whatever came to mind. He kinda liked the idea. It had been a long time since he'd had this kind of free time. There was all sorts of things he could do. There were a few jobs to finish up around the house but he could relax after that. So, he decided to get started soon, before it got really hot outside. He was planning on cleaning out the garage, so now was the best time. Taking a jug of lemonade outside with him, he began sorting and stacking things into various heaps. Some were keepers, going straight back in the garage, some were junk to toss and some he wasn't sure. Before long, he had a growing pile at the curb, for the garbage collectors the next morning. The rest stowed neatly back inside the garage. He hadn't started a moment too soon, as it was already blazing hot and the sweat was pouring down his lean body, leaving a damp mark on the back of his t-shirt. Taking a last item out to the garbage pile, he noticed a young woman standing on the next door neighbour's porch. She'd been there a while, as he'd noticed her on several trips to the curb. Finally he decided to go over. "Can I help?" he asked. She turned around and smiled. "Hi, I'm supposed to be staying with my aunt until I find a place. I am a few days early, so she's not expecting me." "Well, I'm afraid Katherine isn't home at all...she is off visiting a friend of hers in California," he explained. He could see the look of consternation on her face...the wheels were turning in his own mind. This was a small town, no motel...His thoughts were racing...what to do? Invite her to stay 'til his neighbour returned tomorrow... "Oh, um well, if you'd be so kind to call a cab for me?" She smiled again and that decided it for him. Someone who was that cheerful in the face of misfortune needed to be cut a break. "Well, you don't know me from Adam," he said, "but if you'd like to stay here, I have a room you can use 'til your aunt returns tomorrow." She made to protest but it was half-hearted, as she knew to take a cab back to the nearest town, for a room for the night, would take all the available cash she had on her. He was likeable and she always trusted her instincts in these matters. He picked up her suitcase and they headed across the lawn to his place. "Oh.... I'm Adam, he said", looking over at her and she burst out laughing. "Megan", she replied and after that they talked like old friends. In the kitchen he poured her some lemonade and told her to make herself at home. He said her room was the one at the top left and excused himself to take a shower. It would be good to wash the sweat and grime of the mornings chores off his body. He was absent mindedly soaping his sex, luxuriating in the slick feeling of his fingers on his shaft, hand cupping his full sac...massaging and stroking, daydreaming about Katherine's niece, when he realized he had produced quite a hard on...damn! he thought...would this have to be a cold shower? He quickly rinsed off and reached for a towel....and at that same moment the bathroom door came swinging open, Megan walking in, suitcase in hand. An audible gasp made him realize that she had confused right from left at the top of the stairs and now she was staring at his still rigid rod, as the water dripped down his body. Feeling her eyes on him, his tool responded in kind and began to grow even harder, heading for the ceiling. Looking up in amazement, she gazed into his mirthful face, two pink stains on her cheeks and she backed out of the room, apologizing profusely. He noted with a chuckle to himself though, that her glance had dropped to his sex once more, for a last peek, before she left. Wrapping a towel securely around his waist he headed to his room for fresh clothes. A loose cotton tank & shorts was all he felt like donning, in this heat. Heading to the kitchen he wondered about supper. She came into the room and he noticed she had also changed...wearing something similar to him. "How does beer & pizza sound for supper?" "I love pizza" she said, so it was decided. He called for delivery and they headed out to the back yard. Dusk was beginning to fall but it was pleasant now, sitting by the pool with a couple of tiki torches burning. Sipping on beers, the pizza soon arrived & they dug in with gusto...all the while talking, sharing their lives, laughing. Sitting back, content, he said, "Care for a dip? The water is warm." "Oh, I'd love that but I don't have a swimsuit with me." "Well, there's no moon tonight, if I douse the torches, your modesty will be preserved", he said with a laugh. She thought back to the afternoon...quick flashes in her mind of his beautiful body...his glorious sex bobbing so proudly, the wonderful look of it...those balls!...mmm, it would be tempting to see him naked again...to see his beautiful manhood once more, even just in repose.... "I really shouldn't but ...yes ok...I feel a tiny bit reckless tonight & I've never tried skinny dipping."