She wasn't the thinnest or youngest woman at the campground that weekend, but she was still sexy. Dangling her legs off the edge of the dock at the boat launch, she spent a lot of time staring out at the boats on the lake. She was waiting for one of them to return.
With my sunglasses on, she couldn't tell how intently I was studying her. I feigned casual disinterest while deliberately keeping my inner tube float oriented so that she was in my field of view. Even though my legs and butt were half submerged in the lake, the oppressive afternoon temperatures had lulled me into a lazy slowness. All day long, the sun and heat had been remarkably intense, and nearly everyone at the campground had retreated into their air-conditioned RVs or been drawn down to the shore to enjoy the cool clear water.
The woman on the dock was the one that my gaze kept returning to, even though she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit and several teenage girls nearby had two-piece bikinis on. They were much younger and firmer than her; somehow that made what they wore seem less remarkable. Despite showing more skin, they were wearing exactly what society dictated. The appearance of this mature woman, however, seemed subtly subversive.
Even though her one-piece tank suit was most likely a 1X size, it was cut very daringly. The rear of the suit adequately covered her butt cheeks, but was otherwise mostly backless. The leg openings were cut very high on the sides and front, all the way up to her waist, leaving her tanned hip bones uncovered. That style isn't the current fashion, but it looked good on her. The neckline was scooped low and wide, exposing a good portion of her chest, which was equally bronze. She wore the shoulder straps very wide on her shoulders, almost ready to slide off the curves of her upper arms. She sat casually leaning forward, supporting herself by locking her elbows while holding onto the edge of the dock. In that position, the fabric of her swimsuit lost its stretch and hung limply away from the front of her body. The low scoop neck left a whole lot of her bust on display. From my vantage point slightly below her in the water, I wasn't able to glimpse her nipples, but I guessed that anyone standing on the dock would have an unhindered downblouse view of her tits. And yet, in the twenty minutes I'd been watching her, she never once adjusted her suit to better cover herself. The longer I stared, the more I picked up a brazen, risqué vibe from her.
Hunched over the way she was, I could see a slight belly crease inside the loose leg openings. Her deeply tanned face was just starting to show tiny wrinkles next to her eyes, but her cheeks and neck were smooth, tight and elegant. She had chestnut hair, streaked with artificial blonde highlights, which despite obviously coming from a salon were still very becoming. She wore her hair up, haphazardly balled up on the back of her head and kept in place with a large hair clip, so the faint breezes off the lake could reach the back of her long, gracefully curved neck. The wind and humidity had wilted her hairdo, however, and small wisps of hair hung loose, framing her face. A couple of longer, thicker sections of hair were plastered to her shoulders, the ends wet with lake water. She'd applied lipstick before coming down to the shore, but like her hair, the long hot day outdoors had taken its toll on it. The slight hint of crimson that remained on her full, lush lips combined with dramatically large gold hoop earrings that nearly touched her shoulders and an ostentatiously large diamond solitaire on her left hand to give her a distinct aura of glamour. Based on her appearance, most casual observers would surmise that she was in her late forties, but any guess from a hard-lived 39 to a well-preserved 55 would be reasonable. Despite the onset of middle age, it was clear that she had been an absolute knockout in her youth, and had grown accustomed to thinking of herself as sexy. Staring at her, I thought the overall package was still sexy as all hell.
A woman in a tank top and shorts came from the campground, walking toward the boat launch ramp and the swimming area next to it. "C'mon, kids!" she hollered. "Time to come in. You all need to eat and get showered before we go to the movie." I watched the two bikini-wearing teenagers and their younger siblings gather their things and hike off toward the campground. Only the woman on the dock and I remained at the shore.
"How long until sunset?" she asked out of the blue.
I glanced to the west. We were already in the shade of the evergreens on shore, and the lengthening shadows of the tall pines were stretching out far into the lake. "A half hour or so," I guessed, still scanning the horizon. "Maybe forty minutes at most."
When I looked back at her, I was surprised to see one strap of her suit had dropped off her shoulder. I wondered if she knew it had fallen.
"He needs to get that jet-ski off the water by sundown," she said quietly to herself, staring out at the lake. Without saying anything more, making no eye contact with me, she reached up and slipped the swimsuit strap off her other shoulder. The front of the suit dropped low enough that I could see a tantalizingly thin crescent of one large, dark areola. Tiny drops of sweat and lakewater that had been trapped inside her suit clung to her skin. Only the stiffness of the bra cups sewn into her swimsuit kept it from slipping down to her waist and exposing her tits completely. While I knew that she was deliberately giving me a show, I tried not to react and simply kept staring at the way her suit was partially, precariously shielding her breasts. My cock began to tingle, then stiffen.
After a few minutes, she sat up straight, arched her back and tried to stretch her arms out to the sides. The straps of her suit dangling at her elbows prevented it, so she nonchalantly slipped her arms out of the suit and tried again. As she stretched, her nipples came into view. She then unabashedly raised her arms over her head in a graceful arc, allowing the top of her swimsuit to drop all the way to her waist. I could now see her globes in their entirety. They were perhaps slightly larger than average in size, and without the swimsuit to support them they hung slightly low on her chest. The dark-brown nipples pointed downward a bit, but they were thick and stiff, surrounded by prominent areolas. They were, in short, much like the tits of countless other mature, naturally-endowed women. What I found so sexy was that they were suntanned down slightly past the tops of her areolas, nearly to her nipples. Only the very bottom curves of her breasts were without any tan at all. Those tanlines bore mute testimony to many hours spent outdoors in extremely low-cut tops and swimsuits that drew attention to her assets. Anybody could tell she enjoyed showing off her endowments. As I dwelled on that incredibly sexy thought, my cock was standing fully erect inside my swim trunks. Thankfully, it wasn't clearly apparent due to the way I sat scrunched into the inner tube.
"If you're going to hit on me, now would be the time," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Excuse me?" I blurted out in surprise.
"You've been ogling me all afternoon. We're the only two people here now. He'll have to come in off the water soon, and as soon as he gets back to the dock, he'll want to head to the campground for dinner. If you're going to make a move on me, you need to make it now."
"What did you have in mind?"
"The same thing that's on your mind — sex."
"Sex?" I echoed back stupidly.
"Don't you want to nail me? Or did I get our signals crossed? You've been watching me very intently; I assumed you were getting turned on by what you saw."
So much for my stealthy methods of observation. "Yeah, I was. I mean, I am," I stammered. "Yeah, definitely."
"Well, then..." she began pinching her nipples with her left hand and slid the other over her spandex-covered crotch as she gave me a slightly wicked grin. "...What's stopping us?"
"What, right now?"
