Someone Else's Spring Break

"Yup, that Pooh, he is a selfish bear..."

"Yeahbutitsabear!" Jeanette was confused now, mostly from his calm. "Aren't you worried?!?"

"No, I have a magnum in the box that will at least make him change his mind if he decides to get frisky. He thinks it is his lake, but I was here first, and I own it. He keeps ripping apart my tree, and breaking my hammock. Selfish bear... but I think we have come to an agreement." He reached into the pale and handed Jeanette a biscuit sandwich, with what looked like chicken and cheese.

She was beyond confused. "Lunch? BEAR! Why is he so calm?!" The internal monologue was loud enough to be heard by Milton. He smiled at her, chuckled, and continued to offer the sandwich.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe." The phrasing was enough to make her let go of his damp burning body, wipe her hand, but not in gross, and cautiously take the biscuit, watching Pooh the entire time she munched at it. The bear was slowly meandering around the side of the lake he was on, as if he were debating making trouble, but not really caring as bears often do.

"We only have to stay until the fire burns down. I'll shoot the air if he comes close, but not unless I have to. He has a right to be here too you know, even if it is my lake." Milton was smiling before he took a long drink of cool water from the jug, his body glistening in sweat from the sun and work, simultaneously emptying his pockets into the box on the back of the ATV, and grabbing a sandwich for himself.

"I'll go get your stuff, Jam. Relax, ok?" He, along with his biscuit, walked over to the lake and the hammock. He set his biscuit down, gathered her stuff and the thermos parts together, placing it next to his biscuit, and then jumped into the water as Pooh watched from half the previous distance. Moments later, Milton was on his way back, dripping and carrying her things, the biscuit gone and the bear still watching.

He had untied the hammock from the tree and set it to the side.

His kindness towards the animal was, once again, very hard for Jeanette to ignore. "Isn't he mysterious and simply complicated," Jeanette said to herself in thought. Her voyeur was saying, "told ya, slut," in a pushy voice in her head.

***

The ride back on the ATV was as much fun, if not more than the first. As much, because it was even paced. If not more, because Jeanette had not put her tank back on and Milton skipped the shirt. It was only even paced because Milton had tits on his back, concentrating on living while Jeanette was copping feels.

Not that he would know the feels were copped, this was her second ride, she had seen a bear, and she had no reason to be still. All he knew is that he should not crash because there were tits on his back. Jeanette on the other hand, and the other hand, continuously copped feels. Her slim biceps and thighs kept her safe and sound and in place, while her hands continuously roamed solid round bulges of real muscle from his belt up to his collar bone.

Jeanette's voyeur went slow enough not to get caught with hands in the cookie jar as her exhibitionist slowly humped his shorts - with the voyeur's help - barely rubbing her fabric covered clit against one of his belt loops and the inside of the guarded zipper of her shorts. If the helmets were not on, she would have probably bit his shoulder, and started rubbing him off from the back.

Instead she was building towards her own orgasm. Skin to skin contact above the waist showed that, as hot as she was, he was naturally warmer from a summer of sun and work. His body was a fuel burning machine, much like what was vibrating her to crescendo. She debated taking off her bikini top, that's what brought her conscience.

Finally, her good girl, her years of education and finish, and her grandmother, spoke up; snatching away the horny:

"Jeanette, dear, what are you trying to do?"

Slowly, she slid her hands completely around his midsection, stopped humping, and looked over his shoulder. She would calm down, there was more to see, she might make them crash, and she might ruin this experience. Instead Jeanette watched the trail, with it's endless branches and overhanging branches. Milton apparently knew them all as he would slow and turn at just the right angle, just the right amount, and or lean into her just before bounces, almost as a directional warning for her to prepare.

Milton still had tits on his back; he was feeling exactly the same and trying not to crash.

***

Jeanette stared at the sign, in the workshop, in the barn, in her sneaker, in shortest short shorts, with her hands on her hips. She could not believe the words.

"Country Living," she read aloud, studying the carved surface of the wood. This was a piece of fallen bark the size of two turkeys, with more texture than texture should have, and letters burnt into the surface. It was hung over top of an opening in the door, eerily similar to a horse stall opening. Thoughts of black and white rooms with the same thing ran through her mind.

Milton, watching her staring, started to speak as he tied the padding to the old chair. "The answer is 'yup' since you are asking. 'Yup' Ed does stick his head in there. Sometimes I work late out here with the heat on," Milton pointed to the wood stove. "I open the door there, and he stands in it, and falls asleep while I work. Keeps the heat in, and it makes him happy."

Jeanette was laughing at him, breast a bouncing. Milton decided to go for broke.

"He snores, too." Jeanette lost it, she had to pee again.

"I have to pee..." The voice was a high-pitch whisper that came with a tear swipe.

Milton, done with protecting the chair, but now with a shirt on, picked up the bulky, oversized chair, one of the largest of the series, and carried it to his truck. Before he walked out of the neat and tiny ode to the New Yankee Workshop, he paused, and turned to her.

"Ok, I have to go tie this down in the truck, go ahead... um... the place we are going is like, super high class big money. I mean, you don't have to dress up," he was smiling at her bikini chest and her smile, "but she probably will not like cursing. She is a stern old lady, but, um, in the classical fashion?" Milton did not know how else to explain it and he didn't want to say eccentric.

"Oh, ok," Jeanette picked up on it, "don't worry about it, I'llbegoodI swear" Jeanette said with a 'Scout's Honor' salute.

"Ok, we are going to take my truck so it.. um.. is on the far side," he kicked his head because his hands were full, "and, um... Would you mind closing the door?"

Jeanette mmhmm'd Milton with a nod and a bounce and a jiggle.

"Thanks, Jam," he said, smiling, and walking out. She followed soon after, closing the door after she was out. She watched him walk around the corner, admiring the shape of his back poking his shirt, and understanding where to go: In the house to freshen up, then wherever he did, whenever she could.

***

Milton was not trying to impress her, Jeanette knew it. Even if he did not choose this truck on purpose, even for the short ride, she was impressed at how he handled it and changed it. It wasn't huge, it wasn't micro. It wasn't new, it wasn't old. It wasn't quite stock, it wasn't quite modified. It was most assuredly a very nice full-size truck, with all terrain tires, just not those loud ones, and nothing was over the top, or screamed "MAN!!" at her. It was spotlessly clean and smelled like pine needles.

It was red, redder than his room and his comforter or his pillowcase; it was also polished to a depth of reflection. Jeanette couldn't help but admire it as they stepped - well he stepped, she hopped - out onto the middle of the perfect stone horseshoe driveway of the estate, she adjusted her tank-top in the reflection.

"eoooooooo Millllllltun! Is thaat my Reeeeegunceeee char?!" The older, well grayed, but still beautiful buxom woman was yelling from the top of her marble steps at the open entry door. She was holding a handkerchief to her overly ample cleavage as she spoke with an accent that reminded Jeanette of home. She flapped her free hand in the air the entire time.

"Hello Mrs. Adalade, and yes it is, all fixed." Milton waved to her as he opened the tailgate and untied the chair; they were close enough that he did not have to yell, despite her yelling.

"eooooooooo, Gleooooreeous!! Bring it rooit in and straightaway daaahling Millltun!!"

"Sure thing Mrs. Adelade." The woman couldn't help but make the two smile.

"Cumcum now Jeofree," Mrs. Adelade said the butler standing off to the side, behind the closed one of the two doors, waving her handkerchief at him. "Open up the other door for dahling Milltun." She quickly disappeared to the sound of, "Yes Missus..." from the subjugated butler.

"She likes you, ooo..." Jeanette was teasing Milton as he lifted the chair, and she closed the tailgate.

"Well I like her, she's nice, and she pays well, plus she introduced my parents. I mean, look at it from her point of view, she thinks I am the strange one." Milton was smiling, all humor. Jeanette smiled, and followed his ass up the stairs. He stopped halfway and turned to look at Jeanette. "You know, she kind of reminds me of an over-the-top Margaret Dumont." He turned and continued on, smiling, assuming she knew but not in arrogance.

"Hey, Jeff. This is Jeanette. How are you today, man?" Milton said to the butler as he passed through the doors.

"Very well, Master Harris, and thank you. It is a pleasure for the introduction Ms. Jeanette," he was half bowed and guided them in with an aim of two hands. Jeffery was a professional. "Mrs. Adelade is waiting in the common room, Master Harris, if you would accompany me, walk this way, please." Jeffery was so professional that he was smiling as he walked ahead of the pair, where they could not see.

Jeffery knew what was coming, it was a good joke, and Milton was one of his favorite houseguests. Milton leaned over to whisper to Jeanette, knowing Jeffery would hear, but knowing his friend wouldn't mind.

"If I could walk that way, I wouldn't have to carry this chair," he whispered to an instantaneous outburst of a laughter fit. Jeanette was a sexy laugher, and it was full body, she almost had to stop walking.

"Oh, maaaaaarvilos, Milltun, set the Reeguncy right over heah," Mrs. Adelade said as soon as they entered the room. Milton complied. "eooo, Who iss yeor cumpaanion that yeo've brought with yeo, Milltun, are yeo not going to euntroduce me?" The handkerchief was back on her bosom, and her hand was already out.

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Adelade, this is Jam, a friend of mine from out of town, up north." Milton was playing with Jeanette, putting her in hot water. Nothing bad would happen, but he would get to see the reactions. Not to mention, Jeffery would get a kick out of it. Jeanette gaped his way in a 'no you didn't' fashion as he untied the padding on the chair while pretending not to look.

"Jeom?!?" Mrs. Adelade looked horrified in her confusion, thinking only of the poor girl's parents, both hands on her cleavage. Jeffery, like a pro, stifled his laugh.

"Yes, it's a nick-name, Mrs. Adelade. It's nice to meet you," Jeanette stuck out her hand, "my name is actually Jeanette Masters." Milton turned to look at Jeanette. Something was different; she had changed into a totally different posture and attitude. She was moving in sync with Mrs. Adelade, except with a hand behind her back.

Jeffery, like a pro, had known all along.

Society knows society. Society loves society, especially non-local society. This way they can talk of whom they've met.

"Maastahs? Asin Laadee and Dawktah Maastahs of the Royal Maastahs Estate?"

"Yes ma'am, they are my father and mother. I will have to tell them of this glorious estate. From what I can see, and what Milton has told me," Jeanette motioned to him with a flat hand, "you have very fine taste." Jeanette bowed ever so slightly when she finished.

She was good, she had finish, but like a pro, Jeffery was not surprised. Mrs. Adelade and Milton on the other hand, were very much so. Mrs. Adelade was impressed. Milton wanted to know who this girl was, and where Jeanette went.

"Why Milltun whut a maaaarvilus young laadee yeo have hear. Ladee Maastahs, were you aware dahling Milltun here is the laahgest laund eowner in the county, along with his brother?" As a society matchmaker, her work was beginning. She turned to the chair, "eooo, aand the Reeeguncee, wuuunderful. I have told Mrs. Dennisun about yeor fiiine crahftmunship. She will be calling upon yeo some tiime nuxt week." Milton looked embarrassed.

"Thanks, Mrs. Adelade, I appreciate it." Milton was standing now and holding his ties and padded blankets under one arm. Jeffery was picking up small pieces of string and bits of nothing off the floor as Jeanette watched him 'not' watch Milton's ass.

"eooo! I have also cahlled old Dawktah Murphee to come and give Misstah-King his physicall beeefore he leaves nuxt week, and he will begone for ten days. Deo yeo think this will be suitahble?--Jeofree stop that." To Mrs. Adelade, butlers never clean in front of company; she had assumed that was what Jeanette of the Masters was staring at.

"Yup, that should work, he will enjoy the trip. Could you make sure the transport guys give me a call? I will have Mister-King ready as usual for them, and save you the time, and a few dollars for their wage."

"eooo Thank yeo, Milltun. I have cahlled my accountaunt and has wired the cost for the Reeguncee to yeor account, along with next munth's bill for the booarding."

"Thanks, I will, for sure, send you a check back if Mrs. Dennison gives me some business, I know you do not need it, but just my way of saying thanks."

"eooo, Why thaank yeo dahling Milltun. Always sooo civil." She waved her hand towards him, handkerchief still on her cleavage.

"Is there anything else you need before we head out?" He walked over, and casually, surely, hooked his arm in Jeanette's, to the surprise of both women, and the natural disappointment of Jeffery -- but he was a pro.

"Neo, thaank yeo, Dahling Milltun, I will cahll yeo aufter the awxeon next month. Jeofree will see yeo out. It was a pleasure to meet yeo also, yeoung laadee Maastahs."

"...And you as well, Mrs. Adelade." Jeanette bowed a little. Her posture and finish only made her more attractive to Milton; even if she was in shorts and a tank, she knew how to put on a show for society.

"Yup. See you, Mrs. Adelade." At the door, the couple still arm in arm, but Jeffery alone, he spoke again.

"Later, Jeff, don't let her get to you." Milton shot Jeffery a gun hand.

"Most assuredly the situation is under control Master Harris. A pleasurable evening to you and to you as well Lady Masters. Please give my regards to your mother this evening, Master Harris." Jeffery and Milton's mother had been friends for years, confidants. Jeffery bowed with a hand holding the door, and the other to escort them out with motion.

"Yup. Later Jeff." Milton said.

"Bye, Jeffy boy." Janette was waving, and blowing the smiling butler a kiss, right after she pointed at Milton's butt, just out of Milton's view.

Jeffery was silently laughing and smacking his knee, he wasn't always a professional.

As soon as they entered the truck, with the padded blankets on the middle of the seat, Jeanette turned to Milton, finally having a chance to ask.

"What's a Margaret Dumont?"

***

"So... lady and Dawktah Maastahs, huh?" It had been idle chit/chat up until that point on the ride back, and they were almost back.

"One of the two largest land owners in the county, huh?" Jeanette shot back, smiling at his smile.

"well... Yup, my dad owned it all, but he left it to me and my brother when he died. He also used to run the repair business, taught me a bunch of what I know."

"Oh, sorry to hear..."

"No big deal, it was near eight years ago, so don't worry about it? So... Lady and Dawktah Maastahs?" One of Milton's eyebrows was up.

"Yeah my parents are insanely rich, all of the society types love them, they fit right in..." Jeanette looked like she did not want to talk about it. "I kind of want to be my own person..."

"I can understand that, really. My grandparents were the same way. That was actually my dad's family estate, but, it was not his style..."

"...So my mom is going to be home when we get there, but don't worry, she is a bunch like you. You two will get along fine."

"Hopeso," Jeanette actually could not wait, it was the last piece of the puzzle, and the voyeur in her knew it.

***

True to his word, as he had been so far, Diane was in the kitchen when they entered. They never had a chance to speak first, but at least the air froze their humidity from outside.

"OH! Milly! You are never going to believe it! I won at the slots again! Today of all days! Jackpot!" Diane shimmied, and then dance to, her son to hug hello, kindly eyeing up Janette after the quick embrace.

"Well sure, you win all the time. You are the luckiest person I know." Milton was smiling at his mother, now washing his hands. Jeanette was still standing at the door, watching the pair with amusement.

"Yeah, but today?!" Diane was appalled at how minor it seemed to him.

"Happens, maybe not a bunch, but it happens..." Milton was about to introduce Jeanette, still smiling, when his mother interrupted.

"So who is the friend?" Diane kicked a thumb to Jeanette, similar to Milton at Ed.

"This is Jeanette, Jeanette Abigail, but everyone calls her Jam cause of her last name. Unlikely? Right?"

"Isn't it just?" His mother replied, turning to the girl and shaking her hand. "You have the same name as my sister who passed. That is just so nice. My name is Diane, but please, do not call me Di." Diane was funny, she was being stern, but at the same time, and the whole time, very dramatic.

Diane was a mother though, and with the grasp of the young woman's hand, she knew Jeanette had slept with at least one of her two sons.

"That's sweet, Milton, you didn't tell me." Jeanette was smiling at Milton as his mother turned in his direction, also smiling.

"So, what's up?" His mother asked him in all questions, all force, and all love. Mothers, like horses, almost always know when something is up.

"...um...well... You see... um..." his hand was back on his head and Ed was probably making noise outside.

"I actually came to see Mike, but Mike never told me he had a girlfriend..."

It was Jeanette who spoke up. Milton and Diane both turned, same look upon their faces.

"He's apparently left for the week, and Milton here was kind enough to explain what happened and offer me a place to stay for my vacation..."

Diane turned from watching Jeanette to watching Milton -still with an open jaw - then back to the young woman.

"...since it was pretty much ruined. If that's ok with you Diane?" Jeanette was being as sweet and honest as she appeared, slowly twisting in place, looking at the floor, with her hands behind her back.

"Oh, Milly, he didn't... baby, and today? That was very, very wrong of him. You know that, right honey?"

Milton nodded, he just shook his head one and a half times; no words, not really looking at Diane. Jeanette was voyeuring the scenario.

"Did he at least fix the creek?"

Milton repeated his action, this time horizontally. "Oh, baby..." Diane walked up, and put a hand on his face, then turned to look at Jeanette, as she let go.

"You can stay as long as want sweetheart, I don't mind if Milly doesn't mind. What does Ed think, honey?" Diane turned back to her son, Jeanette let out a held breath, smiling at the answer, and the question, and the next answer.