Rose sat on the porch swing at her camp and sipped her tea. It was August in Texas; one of those days you can fry eggs on the sidewalk if you're real careful not to overcook them.
There was a nice breeze on the porch; it was still hot, but bearable. Rose was wearing a loose-fitting cotton sundress and her skin. It was too damn hot for anything tight, including underwear. Besides, nobody was around to see her anyway.
Every once in a while, Rose would lift the hem of the dress; making a sail to catch the breeze and send it up her body, drying her sweat and cooling her down. She figured if it worked for those Arabs in the desert, it should work for her in Texas.
She finished her tea and went inside to refill the glass. Texas heat in the summer makes for a powerful thirst. She thought she might go down to the creek for a swim later. She smiled as she thought of the cool water closing over her bare nipples and pulling them erect like little soldiers on her breasts. Too bad Don was in Dallas for the week and wouldn't be there to enjoy the show.
She thought she heard a car drive up, but dismissed it as her imagination. The camp was a mile and a half off the paved road; nobody ever got lost enough to find it and she wasn't expecting anyone. Rose turned and walked back toward the porch just in time to see a man climbing the front steps.
"Afternoon, Ma'am. We seem to be a little lost, here."
Rose looked him over. He was a little above average height, maybe 6', with graying hair and glasses. Thin without being skinny, he moved well .... Almost graceful, as he stepped onto the porch. He was smiling, the crinkles in the corners of his mouth and eyes looked like he was used to smiling. It fit him.
"My name is Charlie. That's Betty in the car. We were looking for Fred Booker's camp, but I don't recon this is it."
"Rose". Rose replied. "And you sure are lost! Fred's camp is about twenty miles back up the road. That turn onto his camp road is real easy to miss, and ours is the next road: we make a lot of new friends because of that. When you head back toward town, his turnoff is a quarter mile past the second deer crossing sign. You'll see it if you look real hard."
"Thanks, Rose. We appreciate the help."
"My pleasure. Glad to get somebody to talk to.", she said. "It's a pretty good run back. Ya'll are more than welcome to a glass of tea and the restroom before you go."
"A glass of tea would be nice. I'll get Betty."
Rose went into the camp to get the tea pitcher and some glasses of ice.
Charlie walked back to the car and leaned through the open driver's window. The woman got out the other side. She was a blond, petite, yet well endowed. She was dressed similarly to Rose; loose and cotton, with Mexican sandals.
Rose returned to the porch holding a tray with both hands. The couple was approaching the porch when a sudden gust of wind howled across the yard. Betty grabbed her dress to keep it from flying. Rose wasn't so lucky. Her dress caught in the wind, swirling high over her waist and exposing her nakedness to Charlie and Betty.
Rose turned the color of her name, dropped the tray and tried frantically to cover herself. Tea, ice and glasses flew.
Betty smiled. "Shoot, Rose. I thought I was the only one that got that hot in August." She lifted her own dress to show Rose that she, too, was naked underneath. "Don't be embarrassed. It's not like you flashed us on purpose."
Actually, after her initial shock, Rose was not embarrassed. She wasn't sure why, but she felt a mild flush of excitement. She scrambled around to pick up the debris of her adventure and hurried inside to make more tea.
Betty followed Rose into the camp, offering to help. Rose accepted and the two women went about the business of making a fresh pot of tea, getting to know each other as they worked.
"You been knowing Fred awhile?" Rose asked her guest.
"We've never met him in person" Betty replied, but I've talked to him on the phone a few times and we've chatted on the internet. He seems like a really nice guy."
"Oh, I've known him all my life. He's nice enough, all right, but I've heard that some pretty wild stuff goes on over at his camp. Never been there myself, but it's a small town and folks hear things."
"I sure hope some pretty wild stuff goes on over there; Charlie and I are really looking forward to it."
Rose couldn't believe her ears. She had just met these folks, and here they were telling her that they were headed for a group sex session! The idea of group sex had occurred to her before, of course... but she had never thought of following through with it. Funny how just the knowledge that this couple was going to do it was beginning to excite her... she felt a faint moistness between her legs.
Rose poured the tea and Betty carried the tray back out to the porch where Charlie was sitting in Don's rocker, enjoying the breeze and the view across the valley in front of the camp.
Charlie accepted his glass, took a deep drink and said, "Nice place you have here. A fellow could get used to this if he weren't careful."
"Thanks," Rose responded. "My husband's parents built this camp about 50 years ago. We've been coming out here on weekends since I was a kid. It IS a nice place to get away from it all. There's plenty of squirrels, deer and turkeys to hunt in the fall, and the creek is full of fish. In the summer we sometimes picnic down by the deep hole in the creek; swimming there beats the devil out of a pool!"
The trio continued to exchange small talk. All the while, Rose was getting more and more aroused. Nobody said or did anything to arouse her; it was just happening. She would look at Charlie and imagine him naked .... erect and ready for her. Or she would see him in her mind's eye fucking Betty while she watched. It was confusing to her ....
Every fantasy of group sex she had ever had included Don and another man. She had never even dreamed of sex with another woman and a man not her husband. She was making up for lost time, now. Her thighs were slick with the nectar of sex.
