For the next few days, Heather's mother was often slipping away to a secret rendezvous with Craig leaving the girl to mind the store. Heather didn't mind because there were lots of boys coming and going that she enjoyed flirting with. At fourteen, she'd never been fucked by anyone except her brother, but she was a natural born prick-teaser. She knew she had a sexy figure, and much to her mother's objections, she dressed to reveal as much of it as possible.

One morning when her mother had gone, Heather was sitting on the steps of the store, staring out across the broad lake. The girl was wearing a brief tank top with no bra and her big lush, nipples were extremely visible against the material. Her dimpled navel winked out above the light hip-hugging cut-off that were slit up the sides, deliciously showing her tanned flesh.

Seeing a man and woman approaching the store, she stood up to greet them. As they drew closer, she saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Blake who owned the largest cabin cruiser on the lake. This was the first time that Heather had seen them this summer.

"Hi," beamed the girl as the couple walked up the steps.

"Hello, Heather," smiled the redheaded woman. "It's nice to see you again. You remember my husband, Stan."

"Sure," grinned Heather, who'd always thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "I-I, Mr. Blake."