BACK TROUBLE

I'd been laying on the grass for two hours, at least. I didn't know for sure, though, because I wasn't wearing a watch, and even if I had been, I wasn't able to move my wrist into a position where I could see it without causing myself excruciating pain.

My back had gone out again, or something like it. The last time this happened was when I bent over to grab a fallen branch on the driveway a few years ago and collapsed to my hands and knees in pain. I couldn't stand up again, but I managed to crawl into the garage and pull myself upright by hanging onto one of the cars. After that, my doctor told me to start doing back exercises, and I did them for a while. It had never happened again, and I sort of forgot about it. Until today.

Only it was even worse this time. I had just finished mowing the lawn and was picking up a bag of grass clippings when I fell to the ground with a searing pain in my back. If I didn't move, it didn't hurt, but I couldn't even get to my knees.

The first problem was no one was home. Gus had just left to work as a junior camp counselor for the next month, and my wife and daughter were out shopping. They had planned on being gone all day. I really wished I carried my cell phone with me all the time like my kids did, but I had just never gotten into the habit.

The second problem was that my neighbors all lived too far away to hear me call for help. I know because I tried over and over again. Eventually, I gave up.

The last problem was that it was very hot out - we were suffering through an August heat wave - and I was laying in the middle of the yard with no shade. This was a problem I could try to solve, at least, and I managed to army crawl on my belly slowly and painfully a dozen yards toward the pool deck before I gave up. I almost made it, but it just hurt too much to keep going. I rolled over onto my back and spread out my arms and legs, which was the most comfortable position I could get into. The ground was kind of cool, but I could feel the sun baking me and sweat beaded up on my body, sometimes even dripping into my eyes. This really sucked.

It got worse, too. After only a short while, I could feel the stirrings of a headache, which I hoped was due to the glare from the bright, cloudless sky and not the beginning of heat stroke. All my exposed skin felt tight and hot - I was going to have a hell of a sunburn when this was over.

My head was pounding and I had pretty much resigned myself to another hour or so of suffering, at least until the trees cast some shade around me, when I heard a car pull into the driveway. Was my wife back early? I sure hoped so. I started shouting for help again. I heard the engine turn off, and a moment later the car door opened and shut. I kept yelling.

"Mr. Black? Mr. Black, is that you? Where are you?" a girl's voice was calling as it came around the side of the house.

"I'm back by the pool! I need help!" I yelled.

I heard the sound of sandals slapping on the brick walkway, and then the girl exclaimed, "Oh my God!' and started running. Finally I could see her; it was my daughter's friend Angela. She ran right up next to me and crouched down. One hand was over her mouth and the other reached out to gently touch my chest. She had started crying.

"Oh my God, Mr. Black! Can you hear me? Why is your face is all red? What's wrong?" she was almost hysterical.

"Angela, calm down, Dear. Calm down. I'm okay."

She started breathing a little more slowly. "What happened, Mr. Black?" she choked out between little sobs.

"My back went out, Dear. If I move, it hurts."

"Well, why do you look like that?" I assumed she meant sweaty and red-faced. She had stopped crying.

"I've been out here for a couple of hours. I think I might be getting heat stroke."

"Oh my God!" she sobbed, covering her face, and it seemed like she might start crying again.

"Angela, it'll be all right. Just stay calm." Just then I noticed for the first time that because of the way she had crouched next to my shoulder, her short, white tennis skirt had fallen up her thighs, exposing most of her legs and her blue-striped panties. Even in my sorry state the view definitely caught my attention, and for  a moment I was too distracted to notice her looking down at me. When I did, however, I quickly looked away.

She smiled a little, in relief I thought. Had she seen me peeking? I didn't think so, because she didn't try to cover herself up. "Where is everyone, Mr. Black?" she asked. "Penny said I should come over and go swimming with her this afternoon."

"Penny's out with her mom, Dear. They'll be gone all day. She must have forgotten she made plans with you."

"That's just like Penny. Where's Gus?"

"He went to robot camp yesterday."

"Robot camp? That sounds kind of cool."

"Mmmhmm. Dear, I need you to focus a little bit. I need some help or I might get pretty sick. Do you have your phone?" She nodded. "Good, can you call my wife and tell her what's happened?"

She nodded again and started looking in the bag she had carried in and dropped at her side. Then she stopped and turned back to me. I had been staring between her legs again, and just managed to focus on her face before she looked up from her purse.

"Mr. Black, I remember from health class that you're supposed to give first aid to people having a heat stroke. I need to get you into the shade and get you something to drink right away."

"Uh, I think that's right Angela." I thought a moment. "Can you pull that umbrella over here?" I pointed with my chin. "That would be a good start."

Angela turned and looked over her shoulder at the umbrella by the pool. It was a large one and covered two lounge chairs. "I think I can do it, Mr. Black," she said.

I nodded and she rose. I stared up her long, tan legs and could see just a bit of her panty-covered crotch. Her legs glistened a little in the bright sun with lotion or perspiration, I couldn't tell, and when she turned, her skirt flipped out just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bottom.

She walked over to the umbrella and tried lifting it. "It's too heavy, Mr. Black."

"Try dragging it, Dear. Grab it near the base and pull it." She bent over, her skirt riding up over her bottom, completely exposing her underpants. I could see how the tight fabric stretched over her smooth young buns and plump pussy lips. She took a small step backward and managed to move to umbrella, the stand grinding against the flat tiles of the pool deck.

"I can do it, Mr. Black!" she said, looking back at me. I nodded my encouragement, and she began dragging it slowly toward me, one step at a time. I watched her lean, muscular legs and ass the whole time, my cock even stirring a little bit. I knew I was thinking like a pervert around my daughter's friend. Maybe it was the onset of heat stroke.

Eventually she brought the umbrella to the edge of the pool deck, which was close enough that the shadow it cast covered me completely. I felt cooler immediately.

"Mr. Black. Is the house open? So I can get you a glass of water or something?" Angela asked. She was standing next to me again, her feet by my head, and I could see right up her skirt when I looked at her face.

"Um, The patio doors are locked, but I think the side door is open. Try it."

She ran off, her sandals clopping. I heard them coming back toward me just a moment later.

"Nope, it's locked," she told me.

"That's okay, Dear. I have keys." I thought for a second. "Except, they are in my pocket, and I can't reach them. I know this is awkward, Angela, but do you think you could get them."

"Sure, Mr. Black. Left or right?"

"Right."

She nodded and kneeled down on my left side. She leaned over me, her left hand in the grass supporting her. Her short skirt rode up, and I could see the back of her thighs and her bottom again. The stripes on her panties highlighted the contours of her trim little butt. She wiggled her fingers into the right front pocket of my jeans and pushed them inside.

"Sorry, Mr. Black, it's kind of tight." She wiggled her hand around, stretching the denim away from my hip. The touch of her hand so near my crotch tickled, and my dick got a little harder. Finally she had her hand all the way into my pocket, and I could feel her fingertips fumbling with the keys. "Got them!" she shouted, dragging her hand out, the side of it brushing against the tip of my cock, which made me shudder painfully. I groaned.

"Oh, did I hurt you, Mr. Black?" she asked with concern.

"It was just a back spasm, Dear. Not your fault," I lied. "Hold the keys up and I'll tell you which one opens the door."

"There's only one key," she told me, still leaning over but looking back at me, her straight blond hair hanging over her shoulders.

"Huh?"

"There's just one key, Mr. Black. Should I use it?"

Damn. "No dear, don't bother. That's the key to the shed. I must have left the house keys inside." My head still pounded and it was hard to think, but I felt a little better now that I was in the shade.

"Oh." She looked thoughtful. "How about the hose? Could I use the hose to give you some water?"

"That's a great idea, Angela. It's back that way, next to the house."

"I know. I saw it when I went to the side door," she said, climbing back to her feet. She stood by me again, looking down, and I got another peek all the way up her long, lean legs. "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

She came back quickly, pulling the hose behind her. She laid the end of it a few feet away from me in the grass and went back to turn it on. I could hear water gurgling out as her sandals clopped back.

She crouched near my head again and held the hose up. "I turned it on just a little so it wouldn't spill too much. Should I just pour some into your mouth?" she asked.

I nodded and open my mouth wide. It splashed down, and I coughed as I tried to swallow, spitting up a lot over my face, neck, and shirt. The water felt wonderful, however. I was surprised at how thirsty I was, and I drank quite a lot, once I got the hang of it, before I asked her to stop. She dropped the hose and ran back to the spigot to turn it off. My shirt was soaking wet and I was laying in a puddle in the grass, but the water had cooled me down a lot and I felt much better than before.

"How's that, Mr. Black?" Angela was standing next to me again.

"Much better, Dear. Thank you. I think you saved me."

"Really? Cool." She smiled. She started fanning herself. "Now I'm really hot. Would it be okay if I took a quick dip in the pool, Mr. Black?"

"Angela, could you call my wife first?"

"I'll be quick, Mr. Black. Then I'll call her." I sighed exasperatedly as she crouched down again, digging in her bag. She pulled out two small scraps of red fabric. "Now, where can I change?" She looked around. Then she looked down at me and smiled wickedly. "I guess I could just change here. You won't peek, will you, Mr. Black?" She winked at me.

Uh oh.

She stood up again and stepped away from me, onto the pool deck. She turned her back to me and grabbed the bottom of the tight polo shirt she was wearing and began to pull it over her head. It was high enough for me to see that no bra straps covered her tan back before I turned away. I now knew she had seen me looking at her earlier, and I didn't want to get caught again.

"Oh, the zipper always get stuck on this skirt," she mumbled. "There, I got it!" I kept my head turned away from her, despite an almost overwhelming urge to steal a quick glance. I heard the clunk of one of her sandals on the deck tiles, followed by another. I imagined that she had just taken off her panties, and my cock swelled. "The cool thing about this bikini, Mr. Black, is that the bottom ties on the sides. Don't you think the the bows are pretty?"

The invitation caught me off guard and I turned my head. She was standing several feet from me, her side turned, with the ties of her bikini bottom in her hands. I could see naked skin all the way up the side of her body from the strap of her sandals to the thin string of the bikini top covering her small breasts. She was looking at me, waiting for me to watch her.

She tied the bow. "See how it ties off? Doesn't that look nice?" She turned around first one way and then the other, modeling the front and back of the tiny bikini for me. The bottoms barely covered her mound in the front, and showed off her luscious bottom in back, a small triangle of fabric snuggled up between her tan buttcheeks. The top was just a thin string across her back and two patches of fabric over her cute tits.

"It looks very nice, Dear." I answered, swallowing.

She smiled. "Penny has one just like it. We got matching suits!" She crouched down and slipped the sandals off her feet. Then she turned and ran across the deck, her ass jiggling wonderfully before she dived smoothly into pool. After the splash, I heard her surface. "Oh, that feels great. Just what I needed!" she shouted to me. I couldn't really see her except for her arms arching over her head. She swam freestyle across the pool and back a few times.

Angela's head popped up along the side of the pool facing me, and she lifted herself up, resting her arms on the edge. She grinned, her blond hair plastered smooth against her head and shoulders.

"You know, Mr. Black, Mrs. Black lets Penny and me skinny-dip out here when you and Gus aren't around," she told me. "Do you mind if I do it now? I don't want to get any tan lines if I can help it."

"I don't that's a good idea, Angela. I'd really like for you to get out of the pool and call my wife now, please." Her bag was still near me, and I rolled a little experimentally to see if I could reach it. But I fell back, grimacing from the pain.

"Oh, come on. Nobody will know," she replied. One hand left the pool side, disappearing below the deck. It reappeared holding her dripping bikini bottom, which she tossed out of the pool. It landed by one of the lounge chairs. Then she pushed away from the edge and sank out of view. When she came back up, one hand on the pool side, she threw the balled up bikini top over by it's mate. She turned then and kicked off the side. As I watched, her bottom arched up into the air and I got just a quick peek of her smooth, bare ass cheeks glistening wet in the sun.

I listened to her swimming back and forth for two or three laps. Then she stopped. "I'm coming out now, Mr. Black." I saw her grab the ladder and watched as she started to pull herself out of the water. Just before her breasts appeared, I turned away. I heard the water dripping off her and back into the pool as she climbed out.

"You know what? I just remembered I don't have a towel. I'll just have to lay here in the sun until I dry off." I listened to her rearranging one of the lounge chairs, its legs scraping along the deck.

"Mr. Black? I'm going to close my eyes because the sun is in them, but don't think I'm asleep or anything."

"Okay, Angela. I'll just be over here in the wet grass," I deadpanned.

She laughed. "Don't worry, once I'm dry, I'll make that phone call for you, okay?" After that we were both quiet. I knew she was punishing me for ogling her when she first found me. She must have known the whole time. I guess I deserved it.

It was okay, though. I felt much better than I had before; even my headache had gone away. All I needed now was to get off the ground. I wasn't sure how to do that, but I knew my wife would figure it out when she got here.

"Mr. Black?"

"Yes, Angela?" I almost turned my head to look at her, but then I remembered that she was still naked.

"Did you know I used to have a huge crush on you?"

I was silent.

"I did! It started when you took me, Penny, and Gus camping when I was twelve. Do you remember when I fell and scraped my knee on the hike coming back from those the falls, and you picked me up and carried me? That's when my crush started. You were so strong and handsome. I totally fell in love with you in the time it took us to get back to camp! I used to think about what it would be like to kiss you. Sometimes, when I practiced kissing, I pretended I was kissing you. And when I learned how to touch myself, you were the first man I ever thought about. In a way, you gave me my first orgasm."

She sighed.

"It's all right, Mr. Black. You don't have to say anything. I'm just going to lay here and think about you." Then she was quiet, and I wondered if that meant what I thought it might mean.

I dared a glance. If I was right, she wanted me to.

Thirty feet away from me, Angela was laying back on a lounge chair, turned to face the sun. I could see that her eyes were closed and her pink lips were slightly open. Her legs were spread, with her right foot on the deck on the side of the chair. Her right hand was between her thighs, covering her sex. Her left hand was sliding up and down her side, from her breast to her silky thigh. Blood surged into my cock as I watched her masturbate.

She lazily opened her eyes and looked right at me. I thought to turn away again, but she said, "That's all right, Mr. Black. You can watch." Then she closed her eyes. Between her spread thighs the movement of her hand sped up, and she began pinching and twisting the nipple of her left breast. She started moaning softly and her hips began rocking up off the lounge. It was clear that she was getting close to coming.

"Are you... still watching... me, Mr.... Black?" she asked, panting, as she quickly rubbed her pussy.

"Yes, Angela," I answered.

She moaned loudly, biting her lip. Her fingers were rapidly strumming her clit as she chased her climax, her hips thrusting into the air more forcefully. Her toes pointed, straining the muscles in her legs. "Oh, fuck! I'm coming, Mr. Black!" she cried. She squeezed her small tit roughly in her left hand and her back arched as she screamed, her legs shaking. She groaned as her orgasm faded, now softly stroking her tender pussy lips. I could see her breathing hard as she regained her composure. She lifted her left leg off the chair and placed it next to her right one as she sat up, facing me. She kept her legs together, hiding her pussy from view, and covered her breasts with her left arm.

"Could you turn away, please?" she asked. "I want to get dressed now."

I did, and I heard her pad lightly over to where she had dropped her clothes earlier. I waited while she put them on.

"Okay, you can look," she announced.

I turned to look at her again as she walked over to me. I'm pretty sure there was more swing in her hips than before. She was more careful about exposing herself, though, and crouched down carefully so I couldn't see up her skirt as she dug into her bag.

"Oh, look!" she said as she pulled out a towel, "I did have a towel after all!" She grinned at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. Next she pulled out her phone and flipped it open. She pressed a button and waited.

"Penny! This is an emergency, put your mom on the phone. Yes, you forgot. Just do it!"

"Mrs. Black? This is Angela. I came over to your house and found Mr. Black in the backyard. He says his back went out again. Yes, but I got him into the shade and gave him some water to drink. Uh huh. He says he feels all right, but he looks pretty sunburned if you ask me. Okay, we'll wait. I'll tell him. Thanks, Mrs. Black. I feel better already. Tell Penny I'm not mad at her. Yeah, it was lucky I came over! Bye-bye."

She looked at me after she closed her phone. "She's calling your doctor now, and then they are coming home. She said it would only be about twenty minutes."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling now, Mr. Black?" Angela asked.

"Actually, I feel pretty good. I just wish I could get off the ground."

"You can't move at all?"

I tried lifting my leg and rolling to the side. It still hurt too much. "Nope, I don't think I can move."

Angela unfolded her towel, spread it out on the grass next to me, and kneeled by my right side, her hands resting on her thighs as she sat on her heels.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again.

I nodded.

"What about this?" she asked, as she reached over and grabbed my still hard cock through my jeans. I jerked away and it hurt so much I cried out.

"Oh, don't move, Mr. Black." She started squeezing my erection through my pants. "You'll just hurt yourself." She kept rubbing my cock, and against my wishes I could feel it getting harder and fatter.

"I think it wants to come out," she said, reaching with both hands to unbutton and unzip my jeans. This might hurt a little, but I promise I'll make you feel better," she said, as she pulled my pants open and pushed them down past my hips. I tried to stay still as possible, because even the smallest movement caused me pain. She took my undershorts down with my jeans, leaving my cock totally exposed.

Before I could protest, her small hand covered my tool and began stroking it. "I always wanted to do this," she said, without looking up at me. She lifted it up with her finger tips and wrapped her fist around it, slowly jerking me off. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I quickly grew very hard in her soft hand and I watched with anticipation and shock as she leaned forward, dropping her left hand on to my far side by my hip and taking the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I could see her pink lips wrapped around the shaft as she sucked me, sliding up and down shallowly, leaving a glistening band of saliva behind. She pulled off, and her tongue came out, licking around the glans and corona, before she slurped it back inside. She moaned around my hard prick as she pressed me deeper into her hot mouth. Each inch her lips traveled down my cock felt like heaven, and she soon began slowly bobbing over me, her sweet tongue teasing the head and shaft as she took me into her mouth again and again. I was lost in the sensation when she suddenly stopped and pulled off, rising back to her knees.

I was equally surprised when she straddled me, swinging her left leg over my body. Her short skirt was pushed up her thighs, exposing her uncovered pussy. She was shaved smooth and bare, bald as a newborn baby. She slipped her left hand down into the cleft of her vulva, and I watched in amazement as she dipped her middle finger into her slick sheath. She pulled it out and held it to my lips. I could smell her. "Want a taste, Mr. Black?" she asked.

I sucked her finger into my mouth. Her nectar was sweet and tangy. I licked her clean while she giggled.

"I don't know if you think about things like this, but in this state, 16 is legal," she said, as she grabbed my stiff prick and guided it into the folds of her pussy. Her wetness quickly coated the head. "And I turned 17 last month," she said, as she sank down on my cock, impaling herself on the rod. She was tight but very wet, and I slid inside her, spreading her insides open.

"Oh, Angela," I sighed.

She took my cock all the way inside her sweet body, her bare lips pressed against the tangle of my dark pubic hair. She bit her lip and started rocking back and forth, slowly grinding her clit against me. I felt my spear stirring around inside her body.

She must have been pretty excited, because she started fucking against me more quickly as she panted harder and harder. The build up to her climax was evident in her face, and she came on me, her eyes clenched tightly and her mouth an "O" as she shuddered through the orgasm, her insides grasping my rod tightly again and again.

Even when she finished she kept fucking me, rising up and falling slightly. "You can come inside me, Mr. Black. I'm protected," she told me, as she bent down to kiss my lips, still sliding my cock in and out of her narrow, slippery canal.

I groaned and she licked my lips, then rubbed her cheek against my day-old stubble.

Almost unexpectedly, I started coming, an unstoppable pressure building inside my groin as my muscles clenched, causing another spasm of pain to shoot up my back. I cried out and came at the same time, pouring my semen into Angela's body as spurt after spurt raced out out of my cock. She bit her lip sexily and ground against me, rubbing her sex into my own as our combined juices spilled down my tight scrotum.

She finally stopped moving and lay atop me as my cock shrank, slipping out of her lovely body.

"Thanks, Mr. Black. That was awesome," Angela said, breathing into my neck. "I must still have a little crush on you after all," she whispered. She looked at her watch. "Uh oh, I better get you cleaned up before Penny and your wife get home."

She rose off me and grabbed the towel she had been kneeling on earlier. She used a part of it to wipe the cum off my balls and cock, cleaning me up gently.

"I'll have to pull these back up. I hope it doesn't hurt too much," she warned me. She yanked at my boxers and jeans, and eventually got them high enough that she could zip them closed again. It wasn't as bad as I feared.

Next Angela grabbed her towel again and, standing next to me, dried her pussy with a clean corner before she stepped way and slipped her underwear back on. She then walked across the deck, grabbed her now dry suit, and stuffed it into her bag. She came back, dragging one of the chairs behind her. She plopped down on it somewhat gracelessly and sat, her legs together and her elbows on her knees.

"Now we wait, huh?" she asked rhetorically.

Just then, another car pulled into the driveway. Two doors slammed.

"Daddy? Virgil?" called my daughter and wife they ran around the side of the house.

"Over here!" shouted Angela. "We're by the pool!"

My wife knelt down next to me, "Oh, honey, are you okay?"

I nodded. "Pretty much. Angela took good care of me," I looked over at her and smiled. "I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't come."