An unexpected visitor

"In the back!"

Exasperated at the incessant ringing doorbell from the house, and aware that no one else was home, Bria Jeurgen hollered her presence to the mystery visitor before fully considering her current predicament: preparing for a luxurious private soak, the teenager was standing fully naked beside the hottub with a banana in hand for a quick snack. She cursed her impulsive call as she reached for a nearby towel to wrap herself in. It was a little small but served its function as after a brief fumble Bria managed to barely cover her private parts before a slim well-dressed black man in his thirties pants appeared around the side of the house, peering around the yard for her.

"Hi, oh, I'm sorry!" he said as he first noticed the blonde. "I'll come back later."

"No, no, it's okay," Bria waved him closer with the banana in one hand while she held the towel closed in front of her with the other. "I wasn't expecting company."

"Well, this is a little awkward," the man admitted nervously as he approached her. "My name is Alvin Williams, and I just moved into the neighborhood..."

"Well, welcome to Norville!" Bria smiled brightly, trying to put the man at ease. "My name's Bria, I'm Miss Teen Minnesota!" The man looked slightly stunned at her friendliness so she pushed on. "Those are nice clothes, Alvin. Where are you from?"

"Uh, Chicago."

"That's in Illinois," Bria told him, nodding solemnly. "Miss Teen Illinois is from a suburb of Chicago. She's actually a nice girl." An uncomfortable silence followed while Alvin stared at the blonde, so Bria focused her attention on peeling her banana. "Um, so why'd you leave Chicago?"

"I can't live there anymore," Alvin responded as he carefully watched Bria slip the banana between her lips. "That's actually why I'm here now... I am a sex offender."

Bria choked on her mouthful of banana, recoiling a step and clutching her towel tightly as she looked up at him warily. "Seriously?" she gurgled as she tried to swallow. "Are you gonna **** me now?"

"A court order requires me to inform my neighbors that I am registered sexual offender," he clarified, explaining to the girl that he had spent some time in prison as a result of some incidents involving teenagers and young women in Chicago, but that there was no **** and the charges were all the result of a little misunderstanding and alot of racism.

Bria listened carefully to what Alvin told her. He seemed to well-spoken to be a real criminal, and soon she was persuaded that she shouldn't be afraid of him at all. "Well, if you've served your sentence, then I guess it's like it never happened anyway," Bria reasoned, "and it means now you're fixed, right?"

"I've learned in counselling to identify sexual triggers," Alvin confided, leaning against the hottub and glancing down at Bria's chest straining against the little towel. "Like the sight of a sexy blonde girl in a towel eating a banana is definitely one."

"Sexy, me?" Bria laughed in faux-modesty, feeling more at ease. "Alvin, I have some lemonade inside. Would you like a glass?"

"Absolutely." The blonde turned and bounded across the deck and into the house, unaware of the strong signals she was giving off to her new neighbor. When she returned, Alvin was standing partially out of view by a planter near the hottub, peering at her intently.

"Alvin, I have an idea about how I can help you out..." she announced cheerfully as she held a large glass of lemonade in each hand at shoulder level. Unfortunately, that left no hands to secure the towel, and as she stepped across the deck to him, the towel slipped from its precarious position and tumbled in a heap at her feet. Bria's bright blue eyes widened in surprise as she glanced down at her fully exposed body, including her large natural breasts and carefully manicured blonde pubic thatch over her vagina, then up at her unexpected visitor. "Oops...!"