"Where are we going?" Jason asked as they walked along the road behind the cabins that surrounded the lake.
"You'll see when we get there," Karen replied, chuckling. "Try to enjoy being outdoors in the fresh air."
"All right," Jason replied. He wasn't anywhere near as enthusiastic about their walk as Sylvia's mother seemed to be. He'd never been much for doing outdoor stuff, and now especially, he would much rather have stayed at the cabin where there were lots more fun things to do than walk in the woods.
"So, Jason, do you really want to be a lawyer?" Karen asked as they strolled down the road next to each other.
Jason shrugged. "It's one of the things I'm thinking about," he replied. "I know the stuff Mr. Dooley said about lawyers is true about some of them, but I don't think all lawyers are crooks. Abraham Lincoln was a lawyer and he wasn't a crook."
Karen chuckled. "You should have used that line with Milton," she said. "Although knowing him, he'd have probably replied that Lincoln was the last honest lawyer the country has ever seen."
"Well, there have been other honest lawyers since Lincoln," the young man said. He laughed. "But you know, I'm not sure I could tell you who they are. So it's probably good I didn't use that line. I mean when you think about it, Richard Nixon was a lawyer, wasn't he?"
Karen laughed. "Yes, I guess he was." She found the young man's sense of humor and quick wit endearing.
They talked about the things Jason did in school and his job, and about his family, too, although he found he felt a little ashamed admitting to Sylvia's mother that he and his folks lived in a mobile home.
"My parents lived in a mobile home when I was first born," she said, surprising him. She laughed gently. "Back then, they called them trailers and, sometimes, people called us 'trailer trash.' My father was a mechanic and he was trying to keep a little garage going, so we didn't have a lot of extra money when he first opened it. Daddy's garage did turn out to be pretty successful, and we eventually moved into a house. I think I was a freshman in High School when we did.
"And actually, when Milton and I were first married, we didn't have that much money, either. Not until Milton's business began to be really successful. You should have seen the little apartment we lived in. The problem is, once you have more money than you know what to do with, you sometimes forget what it's like for those people who barely have enough."
Jason looked at Karen with interest. He was a little surprised to learn that her background wasn't all that different from his. For the first time, he found himself looking at her as a person, not just a sex partner. And, much to his surprise, he liked what he saw. She wasn't just attractive on the outside; she was a really nice person inside, too. "It's too bad she's so much older than I am," he thought. "She's really neat."
They had gone about a half-mile when Karen stopped. "Come on," she said, gesturing toward a path that ran into the woods. "We're going that way."
"What's that way?" Jason asked. He'd never been in the forest before and wasn't sure how safe it was. He'd read about forests and knew there weren't any really dangerous animals in the Poconos, but there were snakes, even poisonous ones. And he'd always been scared of snakes, even the garter snakes that occasionally showed up in the lawn of the mobile home park where he and his family lived.
"You'll see," Karen replied. She started up the path.
Jason looked around. Then, because Sylvia's mother knew where they were going and he didn't, he followed her. Walking close behind her along the narrow path, he couldn't help but notice the way her rear end twisted and her well-formed buttocks moved as she walked. He soon discovered that watching the undulations of her very nice backside was causing his penis to stiffen and bulge out the front of his pants. Not only did that cause him some difficulty walking, he also wondered what Karen would think if she saw the effect that she was having on him.
By the time they arrived at their destination, Jason was out of breath and his legs hurt. He'd walked farther today than he'd walked in a long time. He looked around and saw that the place where Karen had taken them. It was a spot where two high rock ledges met at an almost perfect right angle. A small waterfall tumbled from the junction of the two ledges and the falling water had formed a little pool in the bed of rock at the base of the ledges. The pool had a small, sandy beach, which was bordered by grass that was so short it was almost like a lawn. The thick forest canopy shaded a lot of the area. As he looked around he could hear no sounds, save for those coming from the forest. The spot was the most quiet and restful place he'd ever been and he immediately understood why Karen liked coming there.
Karen saw him looking around and smiled. "Now, isn't this nice?" she asked. "Aren't you glad I brought you here?"
"Yeah, it's really neat," Jason replied. "That pool looks like it would be a good place to swim."
Karen nodded and said, "Yes, it is. It's a lovely place to swim, although the water is a bit cold sometimes." She looked around and smiled softly. "I found this place shortly after we bought the cabin and I love it so much I've been coming here ever since, except in the winter. I don't know why, but I've never told Milton or the girls about it, and I've never seen anyone else here. I've always been surprised about that. I mean, it's such a lovely place, I can't imagine other people wouldn't want to visit it, too." She chuckled softly. "It's my private place. Sometimes I go skinny-dipping when I'm here," she added, blushing a little.
"You swim here naked?" Jason asked, surprised.
Karen smiled and nodded. "Of course. I've never seen another soul here in all the years I've been coming here," she said, and added an embarrassed laugh.
"Is it fun?" Jason asked. "Skinny-dipping, I mean."
