Authors note: I haven't written anything for quite a while. I consider myself a pretty good writer, but lack the imagination, I guess, to come up with realistic erotic stories. The previous ones were all true (although I do admit I took some literary license with some of the details). At any rate, I recently became friends with our new neighbour, Lisa. She's divorced, similar in age (mid-forties) and very outgoing. On several occasions (and over several bottles of wine) she has shared some stories about her most memorable sexual experiences. These are Lisa's stories . . .
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I was a late bloomer and a little on the chubby side in high school. I went to my senior prom with my best guy friend, David, but we didn't even kiss let alone anything else.
The summer I turned 18, I was still a virgin and, quite honestly, more concerned with getting ready for college than chasing boys. In fact, I had moved in with my aunt, uncle and cousin on their farm two hours away from home.
We live in a college town and by the time high school got out, pretty much all the summer jobs were taken by college students, so my aunt Jane had gotten me a job at a diner in the small town near their farm. My cousin Tracy worked as a cashier at the one grocery store in town.
Tracy, who was 20 had a steady boyfriend named Brad. She worked the day shift and spent almost all of her evenings and days off with Brad or partying with her friends. I, on the other hand, spent my time off helping out with some of the chores and otherwise kept pretty much to myself.
On a scorching hot day in early July I came in from feeding chickens just as Tracy came downstairs. Her hair was still damp from the shower and was dressed in cut off jeans and a thin t-shirt which barely contained her ample bosom that I envied.
Aunt Jane smiled when I walked in and said, "Lisa, you're a hard worker and I really appreciate your help around here, but it's your day off so take it easy. In fact, why don't you tag along with Tracy and maybe meet some of her friends."
"Mom!" Tracy said. "Brad and I are hanging out today. Lisa won't have any fun with us, she'll just feel like third wheel."
"That's OK," I mumbled.
"No," aunt Jane said, "It's not OK. You need to get off the farm and do something. Lisa, you and Brad can find something to do that Lisa can enjoy too. She's your cousin and she's doing half your chores for you these days, so it's the least you can do."
"Fine," Lisa said. "But if you're coming we have to leave right now. That's Brad coming down the lane."
Brad drove a rusty old pickup truck and Tracy and I climbed in with him. Tracy sat in the middle, snuggled up against him. I sat by the door and immediately rolled down the window in hopes of a breeze. It was only 10 a.m. but it was already sweltering and Brad's old truck didn't have air conditioning.
"Mom made me bring Lisa along," Tracy told him. "I hope that's OK."
"No problem," Brad said. "Hi Lisa. What do you girls wanna do?"
"It's hotter than hell," Tracy said, "let's go to the creek and see if we can cool off."
"Sounds like a plan," Brad said. He put the truck in gear and roared down the gravel lane. "You OK with that Lisa?"
"Sure, I guess," I said.
I stared out the passenger window and watched the countryside roll by, trying to avoid looking over at Brad and Lisa. She had her head on his shoulder and her hand on his thigh and I felt really uncomfortable. I was wishing I'd stayed behind with my aunt Jane.
Before long we turned off the gravel road and down a dirt trail that wound through some cottonwoods. Brad stopped in a clearing and when he turned the engine off I could hear the creek through the trees. We piled out of the truck and Tracy led the way, running down a path towards the creek with Brad hot on her heels. I followed, more slowly, thankful for the coolness of the shade.
When I reached the creek, Tracy had kicked off her sandals and was standing in the water up to her knees. Brad was sitting on a big rock, taking off his running shoes and socks.
"We're going for a swim, Lisa," Tracy said. "You coming?"
"I didn't bring a swim suit," I said.
Tracy laughed. "Neither did we," she said. Then she grabbed her t-shirt by the hem and pulled it up over her head.
I think I gasped audibly. Partly out of shock at her brazenness and partly in awe of her breasts. They were big, round, firm and had no tan lines whatsoever. This obviously wasn't their first time in the sun.
I just stood there feeling very self conscious as she proceeded to step out of her cut offs and panties.
Brad, meanwhile, just as casually pulled off his t-shirt and took off his jeans. He was lean and muscular and also bereft of tan lines. I couldn't take my eyes off his tight, toned butt as he made his way into the water after Tracy. There was a deep pool a few yards from shore and they both dived in. When they surfaced they were laughing and gasping.
"It's so fucking cold", Tracy gasped, "but I love it!" Then she looked at me and hollered, "Are you coming in or are you just gonna stand there and sweat?"
I nervously looked around, considering my options. Tracy was so beautiful and slender and, although I was had started to slim down some in the last year or so, I was still very self conscious about my curvy body, wide hips and smallish breasts.
"Come on, Lisa," she shouted, "you can leave your underwear on if you're shy!"
So, in what was probably the most impulsive act of my young life, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, took off my shorts and made my way into the creek, stepping gingerly on the rocks. Tracy was right, the water was freezing and I considered heading back for shore then threw caution to the wind and jumped into the pool beside them.
We didn't last too long in the cold water but it was fun splashing around for a few minutes and great to cool off from the scorching heat of the morning. I actually started to have fun and for a few minutes forgot that my cousin and her boyfriend were both stark naked only a few feet away from me.
Brad was the first one to get out of the water.
"That's enough for me," he said and I watched as he walked to the bank, again admiring the tight butt of the first naked guy I had ever seen. Tracy came up behind me and snapped the back of my bra.
"Enjoying the view?" she said.
"Yes, it's beautiful out here," I said.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," she laughed. Then she clambered out after Brad.
I followed them out onto the bank, not sure how to deal with putting my dry clothes over my wet underwear. I expected the two of them to get dressed, but instead they walked up to a grassy spot beside the creek sat down.
