This is a continuation of my previous story, to include a recent encounter.
Matt (my girlfriend's ex-husband, father of her 2 children) and his wife Susan, travelled up from South Carolina for the week of July 4th.
Matt's parents own a large 5th wheel camper that is permanently setup year round at a campground on the lake. Matt and Susan were staying there for the week, and asked Jean (my girlfriend) to allow the kids to stay with them. They also invited us for a cookout on Tuesday, the 4th of July. Jean and I went.
At the cookout, Matt's father had his boat in the water. He had an intertube (ski-tube) that he pulled behind it. Everyone had a blast riding or being pulled by the boat all afternoon.
Around 5 o'clock, we all sat down to eat at a picnic pavilion that was near the campground's dock.
After eating, the kids put on their life jackets and waded in the warm lake water, swimming and splashing. Matt and I joined them tossing a small Nerf football with them. Jean and Susan, sat on the edge of the water in fold up camp chairs. Jean had a solid blue 1 piece Speedo swimsuit, with cover shorts on. She could not swim, but wore it in case there was a float or something to lay on, but, she hadn't been in the water all day.
After an hour or so, Matt's father mentioned that we would need to put fuel in the boat before taking it over near the State Park to watch fireworks later that evening. He said he would take the boat to the Marina about 2 miles away, and asked if someone would go with him. The kids and I volunteered.
I told Jean of the plans, and she said she would help them pack up the food things and clean up. They started loading things into the golf cart to take back to the camper as we left.
After about 45 minutes, we returned from the Marina. Susan and Jean was sitting at the end of the dock with their legs extending over the edge. It was too high for their feet to touch the water.
When the boat stopped and engine shut off, the kids jumped back into the water. I walked over to Jean and asked her to get in the water with me. She refused, so I jumped in from the end of the dock, slashing both of them. When I came back to the surface, Susan had gotten up and walked back off the dock. Jean was playfully upset. I swam back up to the dock and grabbed her feet, acting like I was going to pull her in. She said she's not going to get wet this late, and I needed to get out to change into dry clothes.
I noticed that, in the time that I was gone to the Marina, she had taken off her cover shorts. She was only in her swimsuit. I said, you must have had the idea to get in, you took your shorts off. She looked at me with eyes wide, head cocked to the side, like telling me to shut up. She mouthed at me to shoosh.
Jean got up and walked over to the ladder on the dock, telling me to come and get out. As I swam over to the ladder, she was standing over top of it. I could only climb up half way with her in the way. That's when I seen that the bottom crotch area of her suit was glistening on both outer edges between her legs. I looked up at her and she had a smirk. I said "Oh". She said, "I'll tell you later", then she walked over to join Susan at the fold up camp chairs.