The first day visiting my brother had turned out to be a most unusual day. It isn't every day that you get laid by your sister-in-laws mother. If this was any indication as to what the life style was like in California I was beginning to enjoy it.
I had come to realize that my brother and I had very little in common, so the conversations were thin and almost transparent. He had left home when I was about 9 years old and never came back to visit much, so he really was a stranger. He spent long hours at work every day in an attempt to get ahead in the company he worked for. The aircraft industry was booming in California at that time, so the work was plentiful.
My internal clock was still running on Vietnam time, I was ready to get up in the middle of the night. I laid in bed and waited for the sun to rise, then got up and prepared for my second day back in the US. I put on a slightly wrinkled khaki shirt and pants, pulled out of the middle of a packed duffel bag. It was clean and the wrinkles would soon fall out, so I was not going to worry about it. By force of habit I pushed my beret under my belt at my back, out of sight when it was off.
I sat in the bedroom waiting until everyone was up and moving around before I went into the kitchen where they were at. I felt good that morning, I was in a good mood and made my presence known. I could sense that there was some stress between my brother and his wife, I wondered if it was because I was staying with them for a couple of days. They tried to hide their differences when I came in, so I pretended that I had not noticed.
My brother said he would be a little late that evening, they we in the middle of a project and it was critical that they complete some task by tomorrow. I wasn't sure if this was the cause for their stress with each other, or not. I told him I would occupy myself until he got home.
As I sat at the small breakfast table his wife sat down with her coffee. We talked about the life in the area, and what there was to do close by. She seemed to be much friendlier today, smiling and talking. She was really a very common woman, not pretty, not ugly, just normal. I found out that she was working as a substitute teacher for an elementary school nearby. This is why she was out of the house during the day.
After she had gone for the day I sat on the couch reading the morning news paper, I wasn't interested in watching Captain Kangaroo on television. I read the latest news from Vietnam, hoping that it was good news. I wasn't sure what I was going to do to pass the time of day after I had finished reading the morning paper, there wasn't much around the close neighborhood.
I was just sitting on the couch, staring into space when the phone rang. I wasn't sure if I should answer it, but also had to locate where the phone was. When I did answer it I was surprised, it was Lynn, my sister-in-laws mother. She asked if I had any plans for the day, and suggested that we go to one of the beaches. I was all for that, get out of the house and occupy some of my time.
When Lynn arrived she came in, kissed me and sat down in a chair by the living room window. She was dressed in a summer sun dress, very feminine and attractive. She was a very attractive woman, in her late 40's and in great shape. She was very outgoing, easy to talk to and had a great sense of humor. I enjoyed being around her, she could make any situation fun. She was in a very good mood that morning, I found myself laughing at her comments and being very relaxed around her.
We locked the house and hid the key in the carport. She drove through the neighborhood, every house resembling the one next door, a rather boring design. She turned onto a major street, with its morning commuters, all trying to get to the same place. The traffic didn't seem to bother her as we went from one stop light to the next, all the while keeping the conversation going. I wondered if her husband had any clue what had happened between Lynn and me the previous day. She had an incredible bedroom appetite.
You could now smell the ocean, it was not far from where we were at. When we got there I was surprised, it was almost empty, and the beach appeared to be clean. She parked the car and we took off our shoes throwing them into the trunk of the car. I took off my shirt, just wearing my t-shirt, fortunately it was a white one, not the olive drab like most I had were. We walked out on the beach, the sand was cool and damp, the smell of the ocean was fresh and alive. She put her hand in mine as we walked at the waves edge, the waves barely lapping at our feet. We walked down toward a rocky outcrop, leaving a trail of footsteps in the wet sand.
When we reached the rocks we sat there watching the ocean, the waves coming in toward the beach. We didn't say much for some time, just watching the tranquil setting around us. After some time Lynn said that she really enjoyed my company yesterday. I interpreted this to mean that she loved the sex we had had, which I did as well. I told her how much I enjoyed her company as well hoping that she understand just how much I had enjoyed it.
As we sat there, she leaned against me, my arm around her shoulder. I liked how she felt against me, her head resting on my shoulder. It was difficult to realize that she was married and her daughter was married to my brother. All I could do was to think how nice it was to be with her at that very moment. We sat like that for some time, very little being said. Soon the beach started to have a small crowd show up, some playing in the surf, some just sitting in the sand watching the waves come in. Lynn suggested that we leave, do something else for awhile.
We returned to her car, brushing the sand from our feet and putting our shoes back on. I put my shirt back on, tucked it in and put my beret back on, looking every bit the soldier again. She drove from the beach to a small café, not far from where we had parked at the beach. We had coffee, talked about nothing in particular, just enjoying the moment of the morning. I couldn't help but notice she was not wearing a bra, she was showing through her sun dress. I knew that she was watching my eyes, enjoying that I was admiring her breasts.
I paid the waitress for the coffee and we left the café, driving along the coast when Lynn turned and we were in a neighboring town. The downtown shopping area was much nicer than where my brother lived, more of a Spanish Colonial appearance. A short drive and Lynn turned into a drive way, the house was cream stucco with a terra cotta tile roof, much larger and nicer than those where my brother lived. It even had a garage, not a carport. Lynn said, "A friend lives here, come on, lets go in".
We went to the door and rang the bell, no one was there. Lynn took a key out of her purse and opened the door. The house was decorated exceptionally well, and had a lot more space that I thought it would. As we closed the door, Lynn turned to me, pressing against me, her arms around me. I leaned down, kissing her, feeling her lips part, their moistness, so soft. Our tongues danced with each other, touching, curling around each other as though in an embrace. My hands touched her shoulders, her skin was so soft and smooth to the touch. I let my hands run down her back as far as they could, softly pulling her into me. Her arms were wrapped around me, pulling into me, straddling my leg.
