It was damn hot. It's on track to become the hottest July since 1956. When my daughter and her kids came to visit, they wanted to camp and play at the lake, so my wife and I pulled the camper and the boat to the state park, even though the forecast was for hundred degree heat. I rolled in late Friday afternoon and got camp set up, my wife coming with the boat after she got off work, and the kids all converging between Friday night and Saturday morning. The first thing I did once I got set up, was to get in the lake. I didn't take the heat as well as I did in my younger years, and I planned on spending considerable amounts of time in the eighty five degree lake water.
I first noticed them a bit before dinner. I guessed they were a late thirty-ish year old couple. The campsite I got just happened to be right in front of the most popular part of the campgrounds shoreline for swimming. Many of the campground people came down to this area to swim because it was protected from the really big waves but close enough to the main channel to keep the water fresh. Seeing a younger couple swimming together wasn't unusual. What was unusual, was how amorous they seemed to be. The woman bounced up frequently and pushed her boobs in his face before sliding down again until they were both neck deep with her arms around his neck kissing him for LONG seconds. It had been a lot of years since my wife had been that amorous with me, so I assumed they were recently married. I figured if she were that amorous, he was probably doing all sorts of things under the water to her. At least I knew I would be in his shoes.
They floated to within about twenty yards of me before the guy floated onto his back with both legs stuck out on either side of the woman. I was startled to see that he had boobs. Big boobs at that! He was a short haired she! Now I'm not homophobic or anything like that, though I tend to have a harder time with gay men displaying public affection than I do with women doing so. I shrugged and wondered if they were friends or spouses. If they were spouses, it was pretty clear which was the "female" side of the relationship. The long haired woman was definitely the flirtatious, playful one, teasing and coaxing, the other woman, for a lack of any other word, into play. The short haired woman was being a bit more reserved, but the long haired woman was definitely getting her way, at least with what I could see above the water line. I could only imagine what was happening below the water. I didn't have a chance to really find out before my wife showed up with the boat.
I climbed out of the water and headed up to the camp site and spent the next few hours getting the boat in the water and making dinner for everyone that was now showing up. It was dark by the time I was back in the water again for a quick cool off before bed.
The next morning we were all up early, had breakfast and then went fishing on our big pontoon boat. By the time we returned it was blistering hot and most campers were either in the water or air conditioning. I joined them in the lake as soon as I could get changed, preferring to not spend the afternoon inside the trailer. Just because I didn't handle the heat as well as I did when I was younger, that didn't mean I didn't want to be outside, especially when I was camping. I couldn't help but notice the two women were back again as well, and like the previous day, the long haired young woman was being flirtatious and playful. As much as I tried not to watch them, I couldn't quite ignore them. Maybe it was wishing my wife would be like that with me, at least sometimes. Maybe it was because they WERE two women and all the fantasies that can go along with that. Maybe it was because there was just enough going on above the water to suggest things that could be, and probably were, going on under the surface. Whatever the reason, I couldn't help but pay attention to them while trying hard to look like I wasn't. Eventually it was lunch time and the two women climbed from the water and walked to where their tent was, only about a hundred yards or so from our campsite. The two were indeed a couple, though married or just friends I still couldn't tell. They were both what I would call plus size, not fat, but large. Both had large breasts too, maybe 40 double D? I don't know how the hell I didn't see them on the short haired girl to start with. They wore similar two piece black swim suits, short shorts type bottoms and bra type tops. Neither was particularly bad looking. They had a camp site just around the end of the little cove we were in with a small tarp and an even smaller two man tent. I headed up to get lunch not long after, taking one last look across the end of the cove at their camp site, seeing both of them wrapped in towels, sitting at the picnic table. For a moment I wondered what they had on under the towels, considering their black swim suits were hanging on one of the lines holding up the tarp to a tree, my mind jumping to the possibility that it was nothing.
After lunch everyone in our camp came down to swim and we spent the afternoon in the water, taking short breaks to get sunblock on. I took the opportunity to help my wife put some on her. At sixty she's not exactly playful, sexually, any longer. There was a time when she was, and if we were thirty again I have no doubt that she would have let me make sure her whole body was covered in cream, including sliding my hands down into her top to play with and tease her nipples. She'd never condone me pulling her top up or bottoms down in anything remotely public, but slipping a hand in to tease her was something i frequently did in our younger years. But that was 30 years ago. Now I considered myself lucky if she'd even wear a one piece swim suit without a shirt and shorts over it. Today, she had forgone the shirt and shorts for some reason, and I tried twice to slip my hand down into the top to tease her nipples while I put sunblock on her. Both times getting my hand forcefully pushed away, followed by a curt "Don't!"
While I was swimming, it didn't seem to matter whether I tried to look at the ladies or not, it seemed like any time I was facing toward the lake, they were in my view. I wouldn't have minded but I was getting damn turned on by their antics. At least twice I could tell that the long haired girl had pushed both their tops up over their tits, each of them playing with the other for quite a while before pulling them back in place. The third time she lifted herself up on her partner until she could put her bare nipple into the short hair girl's mouth, leaving her entire right breast exposed for several seconds. If I'd wondered at all if they realized I was watching them, it was answered in those few seconds, the long haired girl making eye contact with me while her boob was exposed, apparently intentionally, for me to see. I looked away quickly, embarrassed both that I was looking, and also at being caught looking when I was trying hard not to look like I was looking.
I stayed looking away from them until they had drifted close enough to us again to hear them giggle. Maybe no one else realized what the comment before the giggle meant, but "yes, there!" Was quite clear to me. I'd suspected that besides their tops being pulled up, their bottoms were probably pulled down as well. That was her way of letting me know just what they were doing under the water. They stayed just far enough away from our family to keep from being obvious, but just close enough to make sure I could hear their giggles and occasionally even their little I love yous and sexy comments to each other. There was no doubt in my mind that the long haired girl had turned this into a game intended to tease the dirty old man that was watching them.
I couldn't help but look a lot more frequently than I should have, and knew damn well I shouldn't have been having the thoughts I was. I'm pretty sure I was annoying my wife with the frequent touches and hugs I was trying to give her as well as the few gropes I gave her under the water, which she pushed away. Hell, I was horny as hell thinking about what they were doing, wishing I could be doing the same thing with my wife. I'd love to be playing in the water with her hand on my dick and mine on her boobs or between her legs. It had been a lot of years since she was interested in anything like that. I'd love to get her turned on and get a little tonight, but I know how she feels about doing it where someone can hear. There was a time it wouldn't have mattered. In fact there was a time that not only would we would have silently done it, we'd have done it multiple times, trying to not get caught, almost like a game. But like putting sun block on her, or wearing a bikini, or even skinny dipping? That kind of play was gone, especially after what happened the last time.
After years of trying, I'd finally gotten her to skinny dip with me one day a year ago. We had the lake almost to ourselves and I talked her into letting me take her suit off while we were in the water. We were naked and playing a little, only to have one of the very few boats on the lake come anchor in the same cove we were in, leaving us both stranded, naked, in the lake. I doubt she will forget, or forgive me for that any time in the near future. Not that she got exposed. I was the one that had to climb into the boat naked and retrieve our suits in full view of the other boat.
That didn't mean I wasn't horny as hell with the mental teasing that was happening just out of arms reach of me. I definitely was, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. As my wife and the kids headed up for dinner, I was left being the last one of our group in the water. I needed to reset the anchor on the boat, which had a habit of working free from the almost continuous boat wakes pounding against the stern. "You having fun watching?" I heard behind me as I retied the anchor line to the stern cleat of the pontoon boat.
"What?" I asked, turning around to see the two young women less than ten feet behind me. The lake water was clear enough to see a good two feet or more if you were looking down into it. At the angle I had, standing chest deep, I could still see deep enough to tell both women had their tops pulled up above their tits, their big soft boobs floating up toward the surface as they remained squatting slightly in the water to keep them shoulder deep.
"I asked if you were having fun watching us? You were watching us, weren't you?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean too," I apologized quietly.
"Actually, you did!" The long hair girl said with a grin. "Just like your looking now. Is it worth it?"
"Worth it?"
"Yes. Enjoy what you're seeing?"
"Um. We'll, um."
"Ahhh. We'll take that as a yes. I suppose we could stand up and improve the view," She said, teasing standing up by lifting up in the water and settling back in a few times, making her big creamy boobs bounce up to the surface before sinking back below again. "Something like that?"
"Um. Uh, sure." I answered, looking around quickly to see who might be able to see us. The back of the boat blocked the view from the campsite, and the bushes along the shoreline helped block where we were from much of the rest of the campground. The only people who might be able to see us were the swimmers, and they were all behind her.
"Maybe a bit more?" She asked, stepping closer in the water and then standing up, this time pulling her bare breasts completely clear of the water. I stared as her rock hard nipples and puffed out areola a lot longer than I should have, my gaze broken only when she dropped back into the water after at least ten seconds. "That better?"
"Um. Yeah. Definitely."
"Like I said, you like the view?" She asked again.
"I think it's a VERY nice view," I finally answered.
"So, you all look or you going to show us something back?"
"Show you something back?"
"Uh huh. You know, show US something now?"
I chuckled. "I thought I grew out of you show me yours and I'll show you mine after my teen age years."
"Did you? Or did you just stop running into situations where you were asked too?"
