A Summer Lovin' piece. All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age.
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Frank got up early as he did every day. The habits ingrained into you by 30 years of work cannot be undone by retiring. He stood on the cabin porch drinking his morning tea and watched the wispy fog roll off the lake. The birds perched in the tall oak trees chirped at the morning sun. Frank said, "It's going to be a beautiful day."
Frank was at his cabin on the lake where he and his wife, Laura, and the kids had spent some many wonderful summers. It was also where he and Laura had planned to spend their golden years. That plan was shot to hell when his wife passed away five years ago. Cancer stole her from him. He was now a widowed sixty year old man who lived a solitary life. He spent his time fish and sculpting. We have all heard the Yiddish proverb "Man plans, God laughs". Frank's life was just another example.
"Well old man, " Frank said out loud. "You need to tidy up the place. You have visitors coming."
Frank had a son and two daughters. This place had been their playground. They still returned. His daughters' children loved being at the lake house. They enjoyed the same activities - chasing fireflies, swimming, catching fish and playing hide-and-seek in the woods - as their mothers did.
Today Frank's son, Thomas, and his wife Connie were joining him. It would be a week's summer vacation for them. Thomas was a son to be proud of. He was a good man. He worked as a police officer in the city. Frank liked Connie. She was smart and pretty. She was an elementary teacher. As far as Frank could tell they loved one another and had a good marriage. Their biggest problem was that after ten years of marriage their union had not been blessed with children. They both desperately wanted kids.
"HONK. HONK"
The sound of a car horn blaring broke Frank out of his silent contemplation of the beauty around him. Next he heard the crush of wheels on gravel and then Tom hollering,
"Hello Dad. Wow. It's great to be here again."
Thomas got out of the car and stretched. He looked a lot like his father. They were both over six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Frank was lean from years of physical work. Tom was fit and muscular. Wrestling with criminals that don't want to be arrested requires a high level of fitness. Thomas took his job seriously and put in the effort to keep his body in shape.
"Hello. It's always good to see you two," Frank called out.
"Hello Dad," Connie said. She gave him a hug and a kiss in greeting. Connie was an attractive woman. She was 32 years old like her husband. She was of medium height and had shoulder length black hair.
"Mmm." Frank moaned as he accepted her kiss and hugged her. She was fit too: cute butt, tapered waist and nice tits. A woman any man would be pleased to take to bed. "Connie you are looking good."
"Thanks. I try," she responded sincerely.
Connie worked a sedentary job and after 5 years of marriage she had let herself go. She had gained 25 pounds mostly on her ass and waist. The extra weight had made her look doughy, matronly definitely not sexy. Frank felt bad for them at that time. No husband wants a dumpy, over weight partner and he was sure that Connie didn't feel good about her super-sized self.
She lost the weight 3 years ago when she and Tom got serious about having a baby. She incorporated an exercise regimen including yoga into her life. It worked wonders and soon she had regained her toned, attractive body. Frank always made it a point to compliment her on how nice she looked since she had worked so hard to return to her normal weight.
Tom walked up to his dad and gave him a hard, firm handshake.
"Need help unloading the car?" Frank asked.
Without waiting for an answer, Frank opened a car door and grabbed a suitcase.
"That's my dad," Tom said with a laugh. "If there is something to be done, he jumps right in to help."
Connie and Tom grabbed stuff and the trio trudged off to the cabin. They all referred to the home as "The Cabin". It really was a nice well-equipped four bedroom house. It was rustic in appearance and décor. Owning this nice cabin in the woods was quite an accomplishment for a high school dropout like Frank. What Frank lacked in schooling he made up for in hard work and street-smarts.
Frank had been a stone mason. He was able to do the foundation, concrete and brick work on the cabin. He bartered his skills to other tradesmen to get the plumbing, HVAC, dry walling and electrical done. He and Laura did the painting. This middle class couple ended up with a very nice lake front property.
The house had a kitchen, a great room, full bathroom and two bedrooms on the first floor. The second floor had another full bath and two more bedrooms.
"Since you two are over 18, I'll let you sleep downstairs."
"Thanks Dad," Tom said with a grin.
It was a long running family joke that kids were banished to the upstairs' bedrooms. They were not allowed downstairs after 10:00 p.m. When the kids questioned their parents about why they had to stay upstairs, Frank and his wife would say it was so they could get some well-deserved peace and quiet. As the kids got older, they learned it was so their parents could have unencumbered sex.
Connie and Tom got settled in. The three of them moved to the back porch. They settled in rocking chairs and enjoyed a warm beverage. They all admired the scenery and talked. Frank got caught up on events of the big city and he filled them in on the news concerning their extended family. Eventually the conversation made its way to the subject that dominated Tom's thoughts.
"Dad, as you know Connie and I want children. We have been trying."
Tom reached over and lovingly grabbed his wife's hand. Connie smiled at him appreciation his gesture. Tom continued,
"We've been talking to our doctors and following their advice. You know, be healthy -- vitamins, eat the right things, exercise, and . . ."
Frank interrupted his son to inject some levity into the situation by saying,
"And having sex often!"
Connie and Tom blushed at the mention of sex. Connie answered,
"Yes and it is good sex. Tom is a considerate lover," Connie said and smiled at her husband.
Tom said, "They told us that 95% of couples under 35 get pregnant after two years of trying. We have been trying for three years. " Tom's face showed his high level of the frustration over their failure.
"It's looking like we will have to use some complicated and expensive methods if we want kids," Tom explained. "
Their conversation was interrupted by Thomas' cell phone ringing.
"Sergeant Strong here."
Tom listened intently to the speaker. It was his lieutenant.
"Yes sir. . . . . . I understand. . .. . . . I'm leaving now."
"Dad, Connie I'm sorry, but something big has come up. I need to return to the city."
"I understand," Frank said.
Connie nodded. Ten years as a police officer's wife had taught her that when duty called, Tom would answer.
"I'll get back as soon as I can. This may take a couple of days."
Tom didn't have to pack. He just grabbed the bag he had carried in a little while ago and was off.
Frank looked at Connie and said, "I know you are used to that, but it has to be hard on you. It must be tough knowing that at any moment your plans can be dashed."
"Ten years later and it doesn't get any easier to accept. I am proud of what he does. Thanks for noticing. How about we get a real drink and fix lunch?"
"Wine okay? I've found a new Riesling that I think you'll like."
"A white wine sounds good. Set me up barkeep."
The two shared a bottle of crisp white wine while eating poached fresh trout over greens. They dined on the sundeck. They watched the lake and listened to the birds. It was an idyllic setting and made for an enjoyable meal."
After lunch, Connie announced, "If it's okay with you, I think I will take it easy . . . read a novel and get some sun."
"Sure. Anything you want. This is your vacation. I will putter around in my studio."
Connie changed into her bathing suit, re-filled her wine glass, grabbed her newest trashy novel and then positioned her lounge chair on the sundeck. Connie kept her floppy hat on, but removed her cover-up exposing a cute yellow polka dot bikini.
The sundeck was located between the cabin and the boathouse/art studio. Frank looked out his studio window and saw Connie.
"There's a pretty girl in a pretty suit."
