Sunday was our last day at Moose Lake. The weather was still perfect, so we all agreed we'd wait until later in the afternoon to leave. It would mean heavier traffic, but for one more day in paradise I could deal with a bit of bumper-to-bumper. At breakfast I noticed Natalie was slightly stooped and moving a bit slower than usual. Emma and Jed noticed it too.
"I'm OK," she assured them. "Just a touch of a stomach bug. I'll be fine, I took some antacid." Stomach bug, huh? I felt bad. We may have overdone it a bit on the swing. I helped her wash the breakfast dishes, where we exchanged hungry smiles and held hands fleetingly a few times, but we had no chance to talk.
Natalie didn't swim much at the beach, preferring to lay back and chill with Emma. Jed and I spent the morning in the water, launching Richard and Tyrone into the air. After lunch I took the car to the campground office to pay the bill and check us out. Since the campground was becoming quite empty now, the ranger was fine with us occupying the site a few more hours. On the way back I spotted Natalie walking along the road. I pulled up beside her and rolled down the window.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but there's no walking allowed here," I said. "This is the car zone." She came up to the window. After looking around furtively she leaned in and gave me a long kiss.
"Are you OK, babe?" I asked. "Have I injured you?"
"No no, just a bit sore," she said. "In a good way." She smiled sweetly. "But thanks for asking."
"Where are you off to?"
"To take a shower." I guess the towel over her shoulder should have clued me in.
"Didn't you already have one this morning?" I asked. She smiled slightly and narrowed her eyes a bit.
"Not all showers are for cleaning." I must have looked confused, so she held up her toiletries bag, unzipping it slightly. I just caught a brief glimpse of a vibrator. "I wasn't expecting to see you alone today." I smiled.
"Can I...help you with that? Or, should I...give you a break?" She looked at me for a while, with that same mischievous grin I'd seen before. Then she ran around and got into the passenger's seat.
We drove to a different bathhouse, on the far side of the campground, just to avoid any chance of complications. We went into the men's side, which seemed tidier - it appeared not to have been used at all since it was last cleaned - opting for the disabled shower stall, which gave us more space. It seemed unlikely we'd be inconveniencing anyone now. We had avoided any contact other than discreetly holding hands in the car, but now I just had to embrace her. When she took off the beach towel I realized she was wearing the same sheer silk gown she'd worn on our first night together. We kissed greedily and I hugged her close. My shirt was open so again I felt the same glorious sensations I'd felt that night while we were still trying to resist one another.
"I know this gown," I said looking up and down her fabulous frame.
