Madeline was surprised by the invitation. She wasn't particularly good friends with the senior saleswoman, and yet here was Peggy asking her if she'd care to join her that Sunday for a quiet afternoon on the lake. Madeline had often heard about Peggy's pleasant little cabin overlooking Mumford Reservoir, and so without giving the matter much thought she consented. After all, the weather was beautiful this time of year, and when would she get another chance to enjoy an afternoon on somebody else's lakefront property?
Both women worked at the same company, Madeline as a secretary and Peggy in sales. In fact, Peggy was perhaps the firm's top salesperson, which explained why she could afford any kind of a cabin on the shore of that beautiful, secluded lake. Both women were divorced, Peggy for seven years now, and Madeline for just that many weeks. Madeline suspected her recent marital separation might be a factor in Peggy's gracious invitation for this quiet afternoon together, perhaps to lend her comfort and support at this understandably difficult period in her life.
The truth, however, was a bit more complex than that. Peggy, in her mid-thirties, had been aware of the younger Madeline for some time now, eyeing her lithe young form as she occasionally walked by the saleswoman's office. Peggy loved the way Madeline's behind wiggled just so, and she loved the smell of the younger woman's perfume as they passed in the hall. She viewed the divorce as an opportunity to be exploited, much in the same way as she ruthlessly pursued her next sale. Peggy was aggressive in everything she did, and almost always successful. And now her sights were set on the pretty little divorcee with the red hair.
At only 24-years of age, Madeline was an excellent target of opportunity. She possessed a slender, youthful body, lush breasts, and an incredibly sexy round ass that Peggy had been dreaming of ever since that summer company picnic two months earlier when Madeline had turned up in a pair of tight blue jeans and halter top. She was still married then, but nearly all of her male co-workers had taken notice of what a knockout body she had. Peggy had noticed, too. Peggy has never thought of herself as a lesbian, but as her imagination focused more on more on that pretty red-haired secretary and the sexy body beneath those clothes, Peggy decided to go for it. Madeline was going to be hers before one of the men in the office beat her to it. And Peggy almost always got what she went after.
As for Madeline, she had never thought about Peggy much. She was perhaps a bit intimidated by the 35-year old sales executive, as was everybody at the firm. But Peggy wore her hair too short to be considered particularly feminine, and her expensive business suits didn't do much to show off her still trim, athletic build. Madeline had once overheard another secretary say Peggy could be a knockout if she'd ever bothered to make the effort, and Madeline had agreed. But it seemed to her that Peggy wasn't much interested in attracting a man. She would soon discover that there was a reason behind that accurate assessment.
On the appointed day Madeline drove to the cabin as per Peggy's written instructions. Peggy was already waiting on the dock by the boat. As she looked up to watch Madeline get out of her car she couldn't help but whistle quietly to herself in appreciation. Madeline was wearing a flimsy little yellow sundress that amply showed off both her bare shoulders and beautiful legs. On her feet were sandals, and on her head a matching wide-brimmed yellow hat.
"What is it? Am I dressed OK?" Madeline said, as she became aware of Peggy's stare. "You didn't tell me what to wear, and I wanted to take advantage of all this wonderful sunshine."
"No, no, you look just fine," answered Peggy, thinking quietly to herself that Madeline looked prettier than she'd ever seen her, and even sexier than she had at the company picnic. Peggy was now more determined than ever to make her move on this scrumptious feminine morsel that was hers for the day.
Madeline smiled and made her way over to the dock. She was surprised at how nice Peggy looked in her informal cut-off jeans, sweatshirt, and white sailor hat. Gone was the severity of the office, and Madeline at once began feeling more comfortable with her decision to spend this day with this woman she hardly knew.
"So you're the captain and I'm your passenger?" she teasingly inquired. "Do I have to ask for permission to come aboard?"
"Right this way, beautiful lady," answered Peggy. "You sit up there by the bow, and I'll take us out." As she reached over to help Madeline aboard, she gently brushed the younger woman's breast with her hand as if by accident, as her other hand circled the narrow waist of her pretty passenger as she led her to her seat.
Peggy then sat down at the tiller next to the engine. As she started up the motor and began steering the craft out onto the water Peggy couldn't help but notice Madeline's yellow sundress had pulled up, revealing considerably more of those long, slender legs and just a glimpse of the matching panties underneath. Peggy smiled to herself. The day had only just begun.
For the next thirty minutes or so they casually made their way cruising along the lakefront, occasionally talking about work or people they both knew. And then Madeline spoke up.
"What's that little island over there? Does that belong to anybody?"
"No," answered Peggy. "It's just a little deserted bit of land covered with grass, a few trees, and bushes. Why do you ask? Would you like to check it out?"
