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Summertime
🕑 Added 2024-06-14 13:00:15 +0000 UTCJust a friendly reminder that this coming Thursday is the official beginning of Summer. :D
Every year, like clockwork, Peg knows it’s almost summertime without even consulting a calendar. Without fail, Pete gets out the brush and pail, scrubbing down his pride and joy. As soon as the kids are out of school for the summer, he’ll have the boat in the water every chance he can get.
Peg too has to prep for the upcoming boating season. Not so much with helping to get the vessel ready, but rather, going through her swimwear collection to see which ones still fit or have gone out of fashion, weeding out the ones that won’t turn any heads. String bikinis, one-pieces, tube tops, and cutoff jeans shorts combos…Peg lays out a dozen or more across her bed, trying them on one by one.
Some of them, however, she just can’t decide…opting instead to defer to her husband. Walking out onto the balcony, she calls down to Pete…beer in hand, her man diligently scrubbing and polishing away.
Peg: How about this one, sweetie?
Her sweat-drenched hubby looks over his shoulder, giving his wife the once-over. Pete turns up the corner of his mouth with an amused smirk, eyeing his wife’s red one-piece.
Pete: Lookin’ good, Pamela Anderson.
Peg scrunches up her nose as she turns, pulling the garments straps off her shoulders as she steps back into the bedroom. Wriggling out of it, she tosses it onto a pile of previously tried-on rejects. A moment later she reappears outside, calling down to Pete once again…and again Pete looks over his shoulder. This time, however, he has no initial reaction…turning back to what he was doing, Peg can see his shoulders heaving, Pete obviously chuckling to himself. The housewife narrows her eyes in annoyance, her brow furrowed…she can faintly hear the big galoot humming the theme to the Dukes of Hazard.
Inside, Peg shimmies out her Daisy Dukes, immediately tossing the offending shorts into a pile she’s dubbed ‘set on fire’. Digging through the ever-diminishing heap of wearable swimwear, she comes across something pink. It’s from several seasons ago, entirely too tight, and shows pretty much everything.
Glancing in the full-length mirror, Peg raises an eyebrow, smirking at her reflection. Stretchy fabric barely covers her areola…one misstep and her girls will come popping out. The bottoms, little more than a postage stamp with strings, all but disappear into the folds of her thighs. Onto the balcony, she again calls to her husband.
Peg: Alright, here’s another one.
The sweat-soaked hound turns his head. This time, however, he repeatedly blinks, taking in the sight of so little material covering so much cleavage…and drops his scrub brush into a pail of soapy water.
Pete: I’ll be right up, sugar bumps!
Peg turns toward the door, a little wisp of a smile appearing on her face while pulling at the swimsuit bottom’s strings. The last thing Pete sees before she disappears inside is her pink bottoms falling away, Peg’s cheeks jiggling as she goes.
Peg: (thinking) Yep, this one's a keeper.
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Original Sketch by Aeolus
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2
