Nude sunbather number 1

One summer day I was delivering on the outskirts of Texarkana, right outside the city limits where the lots are bigger and the houses sit off the road considerably further than city lots. I came to my next delivery point and it was a residential home with a gravel driveway, which was sloped upward from the main road for about 20 yards. I couldn't even see the house at first when pulling in.

If you've ever been around a UPS truck for any length of time, you know that they have a distinct sound and shape. I got up the driveway where it leveled off to the house, about approximately 75 yards off the road.

I immediately noticed a figure or body of someone going into the house. I thought, now why are they going into the house when I'm coming to them to deliver a package I'm sure someone is waiting for? They must have heard the truck drive up and noticed it was UPS before I spotted them.

Once I got out of the truck, I noticed a chaise lounge chair sitting in the yard, just a little ways from the door where the person went through. At first glance, nothing was unusual: it was early afternoon, about 12.30p, no cars around, so probably no one home... except I had seen someone dart into the house out of the side of my eye. There was a towel on the chair, and on the ground next to the chair lay a tiny, two-piece bikini!

Now I'm entertaining all kinds of wild thoughts, filling in the blanks of this situation. Likely it was some lonely, young 20-something girl with a hot bod that might want to get busy — at least that's what I wanted to be the situation. I knocked on the door and as it slowly opened from the other side, there's someone standing in a beach towel. Now it's time to get busy, right?

Uh, no, as in hell no.

Standing in front of me was a girl of no more than 11 or 12 years old! That was the girl who ran into the house as I drove up. And she wasn't a normal-sized preteen or a bigger one, she was not only petite, but shaped like a beanpole. You can imagine how my perspective on "the situation" I was dreaming up was instantly turned inside-out in my head. I didn't say a word; just handed her the package and said, 'See ya later!" and got the hell out of there.

Kids alone and an male adult is a deadly mix. I can imagine someone driving up, seeing me standing there — even with a truck and a package — with a naked kid and they would jump to all the worst conclusions. Next thing you know, the kid is lying to keep from getting in trouble, the cops are taking her statement that I attempted to barge into the house and assault her, and I'd be left with the truth no one believed. Best course of action? Get the hell out as fast as possible.

After I was a safe distance from the house, I laughed so hard, thinking here is this small sunbathing nude in her parents' front yard (couldn't do this in the back yard?). Who was she trying to impress with a full tan! Ah, it takes all kinds.