It was the weekend of the Forth of July and I was alone as usual. I had been invited to a couple of parties, but really wasn't into the party scene anymore; at least not as much as I had been. I decided to take a cooler full of beer, along with some grilling food and stay at one of the cabins at Irish Lake's more picturesque locations.
The cabin I had picked was off the road about seventy-five feet and surrounded by tall white pines and yellow locust trees. Mountain laurel was still in bloom and grew profusely from small patches of soil on the rocks nearby the cabin, their flowers bright pink in the sunlight. A narrow pebble beach bordered this part of the lake, composed of river jack in all sizes, shapes and colors.
I unlocked the door of the cabin and to my dismay, discovered that the air conditioner didn't work. There was no one to call, being a holiday, so I made the decision to just pitch the small tent that I always carry behind the seat in my truck, and enjoy my week end. I pitched my tent and then made a fire ring for later that evening. I dragged a few dead limbs that I found nearby, closer to where I'd need them. It was hot as hell, even in the shade and had removed my shirt. Being an older man, I don't have six pack abs. I have closer to twelve-pack abs, but because of my size, I carry my weight well.
I backed my truck beside the tent so that I could use the tailgate for a table, if I needed to. I took my cameras out of the truck and was cleaning the lenses when I heard the sound of a car pull off the road and stop.
"Shit!" I heard a female voice exclaim, and then the sound of a car door slamming shut.
She walked into view from around my truck and looked down at me. The sun was filtering through the tree branches above her head causing her long blond hair to have a golden shine around it, almost like a halo. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans that were so tight, that I didn't see how she could have put them on; and a much too small halter-top, which did little to hide her large breasts from my approving view. She was probably in her early twenties, but it was had to tell from my vantage point.
"Mister?" She asked. "I know that you got here first, but this is the best swimming spot on the lake and I drove a long ways to get here. Would you mind if I went swimming for a while?"
"No, I don't mind at all." I replied, "In fact, I'd be glad to have the company."
"What are you, a photographer?" she asked, seeing my cameras.
"Not really, I'm just a guy that likes to take pictures." I said.
"What do you take pictures of?" She asked.
"Anything and everything." I said, smiling up at her.
"Tell you what," she said, "You're nice enough to let me swim here, so if you want, you can take some pictures of me while I'm swimming."
"Yeah, sounds like a deal, thanks." I said. "Would you like a beer first?"
"No thanks, not right now, but I'll sure have one later if that's ok?"
"That will be fine." I said.
She walked to the edge of the lake and kicked her sandals off, then walked out until the water was up to her knees. She turned around and beckoned me to follow. I walked to the little beach, put my camera to my eye and then started to take pictures of her.
She was completely uninhibited as I shot photo after photo of her cavorting in the lake. At one point, having slipped on a rock, she hollered and then fell completely down in the water. She came up sputtering and spitting and laughing. Her top was wet, hugging her large breasts and her nipples stood out proudly. I took several close-up shots of her and she just smiled and laughed and played to the camera.
Her long hair was hanging down in streams of light gold and I jokingly asked if she would take her top off and pose for a few "mermaid" shots. To my great surprise, she did! Her breasts were magnificent; round and firm, with no sag that I could detect. Her nipples were hard as the pebbles lying at our feet. I just stood there and watched her in amazement.
"Are you going to take those pictures or what?" She joked.
Jolted back to reality, I took a dozen more photos of her as she would dip into the water and then rise quickly, the water cascading off her body. I didn't have to direct her; she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Do you think you have enough?" She asked.
"Yeah, that was great, thanks."
"I'll have that beer now," she said as she walked from the water and headed back to my truck. "You're going to join me, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm overdue for one. Do you want a towel?" I asked.
"No, I have one in my car and I need to grab my t-shirt too."
