The sun's rays felt great against her skin as she walked from the cabin to the back porch. Dressed only in a towel, in her hands she held a book, suntan lotion, and a large glass of iced tea. This was the first day of her vacation, a vacation long overdue.
Michelle Young was a success-driven mother of three. Though her husband's employment was sufficient for the family, she still wanted to work. And in this context, she was gainfully employed as an executive assistant for a local graphics company. But driven by unnatural needs to succeed and for approval, Michelle never allowed herself any time away, only taking the weekends off because the office was closed. It was her husband that suggested she take a week off and just go to her aunt's cabin.
Situated a half mile from the nearest camp or home, the cabin was a two-story wooden A- frame structure. Michelle's aunt had it built five years ago as a retreat. Her stressful work as editor for a local newspaper demanded it. She had it equipped with all the amenities of modern life: electricity, satellite dish, washer, dryer, and hot tub. It was built next to a spring and streams fed private lake, one feature Michelle's aunt greatly loved.
"I love this isolation," a voice said to Michelle as the door closed. "This will give me the opportunity to sunbathe naked," the other woman said, similarly dressed in just a towel.
"You and me both," quipped Michelle to her friend, Dawn Lawrence. Dawn was a senior graphics designer for the same company. Though they've known each other just a few months, Michelle and Dawn have become close, close enough that when Michelle finally decided to take a week's vacation, she asked dawn to accompany her. Dawn, with a great smile, never hesitated and agreed, saying it would be wonderful to get away from her husband and children for a while.
The women walked without care to the lounge chairs Michelle's aunt had recently purchased. They placed the lotion, books, and drinks on the accompanying plastic tables, removed their towels and placed them on the lounge chairs before sitting. Michelle looked over at her friend and smile, noticing Dawn's curves and smooth skin.
Dawn Lawrence's body belied her 38 years. Curvaceous and soft, her 5 feet, 3 inch frame turned more than a few heads as she walked down the street. Her smile was warm and welcoming. Her eyes were a light brown, as was her hair. She kept her long hair in a ponytail which accentuated her high cheek bones. And her breasts, rising and falling with each breath, were full, her nipples dark and large, were erect from the cooling breeze that welcomed Dawn and Michelle as they dropped their towels.
"Thank God I remembered to bring the high SPF number lotion today," Dawn giggled out as she began to enjoy the hot sunshine. Slowly, as if teasing her friend, she poured the lotion onto her body, making sure some of the white substance landed on her nipples. Rubbing it in, she garnered a moment of excitement as she glanced over to Michelle and saw her staring intently. Her gaze never left Dawn's hand as she touched her breast,
"Whoa, the sun is hot," Michelle said in an attempt to bring herself back to reality. Yes, the sun's rays were hot, but that was not the source of the heat. Surprisingly, she was excited by the sight of her friend. And to her horror, Michelle saw that Dawn knew it, and was teasing.
"Yes it is," Dawn commented as she laughed internally. She knew her friend was checking her out and was flattered by the attention. Though she was not sexually attracted to women, Dawn still loved to be looked at by people, whether it is by a man or a woman. She looked at her friend and saw that a blush was coming to her face. Dawn took that moment to observe Michelle's body.
Michelle Young was a 34-year-old workaholic, there was no denying it. But nature was kind to her, especially after giving birth to three children. Standing 5 feet, 6 inches and topped by light brown hair, Michelle still could boast of a smallish figure, though to her liking, she had too wide of hips, too large an ass, and too small breasts. Her nipples, sensitive since puberty, became erect to both the breeze and to the sight of Dawn.
"I'm sure we can get a good jump on our tans today," Michelle said, trying to bring herself to her senses. She was turned on by the sight of Dawn's naked body, and she did not know how to handle it. Yes, she was a voyeur: she loved to watch her neighbors use their hot tub for late night nude rendezvous. But this was beyond anything she's ever felt before.
"Yes, I think so," Dawn agreed. She knew teasing Michelle was making her friend uncomfortable and decided to stop. She wiped off the excess lotion onto the towel and took a sip of her iced tea before she picked up her romance novel and began to read. Michelle sighed softly, hoping Dawn would not notice. Dawn didn't.
As the friends sunned and read their romance novels, a few yards away a couple spread a few blankets and set up a picnic lunch. Out of the stereotypical wicker basket, the man pulled out some small china plates, a pair of knives, a pair of forks, two flute glasses, some chicken, several linen napkins, a loaf of French bread, and a bunch of grapes. The woman smiled as the man, her lover, pulled off a grape and playfully ran it across her lips before allowing her to take it in her mouth. He blushed as she leaned into him and ran her hand up the length of his leg, resting her hand on his groin.
"Oh dear," she whispered as she felt his positive reaction to her touch. "Is this for me?" she asked teasingly, her hand gently rubbing the fabric of his shorts. He was speechless, not knowing whether to tell her the truth, that he wanted to make mad passionate love and forget about lunch, or to lie, to tell her that was his normal size.
"What do you think?" he asked with an evil grin. She giggled and cupped his groin.
"I think this is just for me," she said.
"You could be right," he said to tease her.
"Aw, don't tease me," she countered, a touch of baby talk in her tone. He giggled, kissed her softly on the forehead and reached into the basket.
"Care for some wine, my love?" he asked as he released the cork. She smiled, thanked him, and stopped cupping him. She took up her glass, which he filled halfway and smiled seductively as she sipped the red liquid. He smiled and turned his head away from her when some dribbled from lips and down to her blouse.
"Damn," she muttered as she placed the glass down and reached for a napkin. The man smiled and suggested she take of the blouse. He would take it to the small private lake and remove the stain as best he could. She laughed.
"Any excuse to see me in my bra," the woman giggled out. He sat and blushed: he was caught.
"Yes, darling. You know me too well," he said, knowing he could not lie. "Now off with it before the stain is permanent."
"Okay, okay," she said as she untucked the white shirt and began to unbutton. He smiled as he watched her quietly and swiftly unbuttoned the blouse and handed it over to him, sitting on the blankets in her bra and skirt. No matter how many times he has seen her in just a bra, he never tires of the sight.
"I'll be right back," he said as he stood just before rushing off into the woods in the direction of the lake. She smiled, shook her head, and giggled, mumbling to herself she fell for his wiles once more.
Toni Lester was a 38-year-old English teacher. Standing 5 feet, 4 inches, she first turned his head when she walked into the bookstore where he was signing his latest book. Whether it was her smile, her big blue sparkling eyes, her rather nice breasts that first garnered his attention, Toni did not care. All she knew is that she now had a lover. A lover that made her forget she was married. She had a lover that made her the center of the universe, a lover that made her feel loved, wanted, and like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
He smiled as he made the short trip to the lake to wash off the wine. She was correct, he did love to see her in a bra, and he never grew tired of it. A giggle began in his throat as he reached the water. Although married and a successful writer, Sam Pettijohn was still giddy as a teenager whenever Toni and he were together. Through the last five months of their relationship, he has never had any regrets and has only looked forward to each and every time they were to meet.
The water was cold, meaning that he did have a good chance to remove most of the wine before it had a chance to stain. As he knelt on the back and ran the blouse through the spring-fed waters, Sam heard a twig break from somewhere behind. He quickly turned and saw a doe and fawn run on a deer path. He smiled as he watched mother and child stop momentarily to observe him before they continued their way down the well-used animal trail. Back to work, he thought to himself. He knew the quicker he was finished, the quicker he would be able to see Toni wearing her bra.
Toni loved being out in the sun. So much so, she quickly accepted Sam's invitation for a picnic lunch this morning, even though she was at work preparing to teach a summer literature class. Luckily she had an associate who was very willing to cover for her or she would have had to miss out on the sun and breeze. She kicked off her shoes and relaxed. She sighed heavily as she looked around and saw nature's beauty. As she closed her eyes to allow her other senses to enjoy summer's glory, a thought raced through her mind. A naughty thought.
Toni sat up and grinned evilly as she unhooked her bra. She thought momentarily of the consequences if a stranger had come upon her before she let the undergarment fall onto the blanket. Toni looked around cautiously before she stood. Reaching around, she began to unzip her skirt. She laughed as she thought of his reaction to her upon his return. Toni stepped out of the fallen skirt and worked her thumbs under her pantihose's waistband. Without reservation or pangs of guilt, she quickly pushed the undergarment down toward her knees. She stopped and raised one leg, pulling off the hosiery. She repeated it for the other leg.
The summer's hot breeze rushed across Toni's smooth, soft skin as she stood in her panties. Biting her bottom lip, still a bit shy, she inhaled deeply and pushed down her underwear. When she reached her knees, she stood up and shook them down. Playfully she took one leg then kicked them into the air with the other. She giggled as she caught them. Naked as the day she was born, Toni Lester was surprised, surprised this man, Sam Pettijohn, has made her perform acts, erotic acts, that she never before thought.
And she was happy he did this to her.
"What are you doing?" a shocked Sam asked as he returned, her blouse more or less cleaned. He dropped it on the blanket and stared at the vision in front. She lay on the blanket, her soft white body exposed to the sun and to his eyes.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked as she adjusted to give him a clear, unobstructed view of her smooth, shaven pussy. He stared more, a little drool coming to the right side of his mouth. "What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?"
For a brief moment, Sam stood there, unable to speak. The blood was coursing through his body, excited by the sight of the naked woman before him. "I want my tongue to hold the cat," he devilishly answered as she slowly sank to his knees at her feet. She squirmed as he touched her thigh and crawled his way up her body.
