You return home late one evening after a two-week business trip. Your parents' large house seems quiet and deserted. Tired but eager to relax, you go straight to the garden to heat up the sauna. The cool nightlight bathes the garden in an almost magical atmosphere. As you flip the switch for the sauna, your gaze falls on the pool. In the bright blue water, illuminated by the underwater spotlights, you see a figure. It's Rita. She's standing at the edge of the pool, her back to you, stretching lasciviously so that her perky buttocks provocatively protrude from the water. The water beads off her shiny swimsuit. Slowly, she turns around, as if she's sensed your presence. A shy smile crosses her lips as her eyes meet yours.
Oh... you're back, she whispers, her voice barely louder than the gentle lapping of the water. I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow. She leans against the edge of the pool, making her breasts appear even fuller. Dad and Mom called earlier... They got the deal overseas. That means... they won't be home for the rest of the month. We're alone.