It was a big, rambling three bedroom, three bath house. In the center was a huge open area with a vaulted ceiling that contained a living room, kitchen, and dining room. I fell in love with it immediately. But there was no way I could afford the rent by myself. If only I could get some roommates... I thought.

Natalie wasn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but she was a freakishly talented masseuse. Her massages could reduce the most tightly wound person to an almost coma-like state of relaxation. Which is where I was right now. Flat on my back, lying naked on a massage table. Natalie's strong yet supple hands kneaded the last iota of tension out of my head and neck.

Natalie whispered in my right ear, almost apologetically, "All done. Time to get up. Easy, though. Don't move too fast."

I met her at a water park. She was standing by the kiddie pool flaunting her beautiful body, her golden brown hair flowing elegantly in the cool summer breeze. She was wearing a blue bikini, letting her bare stomach shine. From a distance, she seemed pretty much perfect. I was just getting up the courage to hit on her, when the impossible happened. She looked around to make sure that no one was looking; the she looked down at her breasts.

The amusement park - Part 1