Out side the air was crisp and cool, showing signs of the up coming spring but still telling you to bundle up from the past winter. My boots crunched on the gravel as I made my way down the lit path to the barn.

"…And wipe out!"

A voice yelled out just as I was about to go in to the barn. Furrowing my brows I walked behind the barn, it was a bit darker but there is a light on the back of the barn so it wasn’t too bad. Looking around the edge of the barn my breath caught.

Bailey stood on a surf board, her hair pulled back in a pony tail, her baseball cap slightly on side ways. Her shirt hugged her breasts and stopped at the hem of her khaki pants. Every time she bent backward, pretending to stay balanced on a wave, her shirt rode up showing off a tanned toned stomach which sent ripples straight to my center. The khaki’s stopped a little past her knees showing the flexing muscles underneath. My heart beat so loud in my chest at the sexy goddess in front of me that I was amazed she didn’t realize I was watching her.

"…Wipe out!" she yelled throwing herself far from her board and on to the hard ground.

She grabbed her arm pulling it in as if in pain, looking at her elbow blood trickled down. Before I knew what was going on I was already by her side, "Are you okay?"

Bailey pulled her arm away from my touch, "Um…yeah I’m fine." she glanced behind me as if ready for some one else to appear any second, "You the only voyeur?"

Laughing I nodded and helped her up, "Your pretend wipe out is safe with me," I assured taking another look at the wound on her arm, "This seems kind of bad. We should get it cleaned up,"

"I can do it,"

"Do you know where the stuff is?"

She shook her head dropping her eyes but didn’t pull her arm out of my grasp. Yanking toward the house we began the trek back, soon my grip loosened and traveled down her soft skin so I was holding her hand. Her body trembled but I coulodn’t tell if it was because of the cold and her skimpy clothing or from my touch.