I dumped another bucket of frigid water over myself and rubbed the soap between my hands.I washed my hair twice, rubbed soap over my body and scrubbed...myself with my shirt, getting it clean at the same time. A crude, wooden washboard stood nearby, and I used that to wash my breeches, inside and out and pounded on the seams. Then I sat on the edge of the well and worked on my feet and legs and rinsed a couple of times. I hung my clothes on a bush, picked up my boots and belt and went to the back. Not wanting any problems with this young man, I decided to let him keep his hiding spot secret and would be more careful in the future in what I did in the back yard. It did start to get me excited thinking about my little peeping tom and what he had seen, and how many times in the past had he been watching me. It was getting late, and I had to get a nap in before going to work, so I needed to get out of the pool. All of a sudden I became shy, and couldn’t think of a way out without showing. "Mmmm. Smells good Jack, what ya making?" I asked but Jack just staredback like I had insulted him. "Yo, earth to Jack" I said and he snappedout of it."Sorry," he started, "for some reason I was really insulted when youcalled me Jack..." Wont happen again?" I joked."No worries. Hey, what do you think of my new outfit? Rachel got it forme."I hadn't noticed it before but Jack's question drew my attention to hisshockingly pastel outfit. Me was wearing pastel blue pants, or werethey shorts? They. I was a little shocked, when it finally struck me what he was suggesting. “You mean, you’ll give me some grass if I suck your cock?” I said, somewhat awestruck at the massive outline of his manhood as it snaked around his shorts. Stepping back he offered me a hit “De more you do for me, de more I can do for you, girl.” he said as he stepped away from the car. Leaning down, he smiled at me, handing me his business card. “Your parents are plannin’ to go out to dinner, tonight. You could tell dem.