Best enjoyed if you have read Part One.
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The drive took a couple hours, the four of us in Rob's Explorer, the flatlands of southern Indiana giving way to steeper winding roads as we ascended into the Kentucky hills. Our destination was in the Daniel Boone National Forest, hilly wooded backwoods country. Jim was the only one of us who had been anywhere near here before.
The Lake Pines resort was arranged pleasantly enough. A large central building, 19th Century Robber Baron Hunting Lodge style, rough timber, wooden roof stakes, trophy deer heads mounted on the walls inside, rustic yet upscale. The lodge held the restaurant and main office. The various sleeping cabins were set apart in forest clearings by a walk of a few minutes each.
The boys spent the first few minutes checking out some pickup truck they'd spotted in the parking lot, and they came back chattering happily before we made our way to the registration desk.
"You see the trailer-hitch on that new F-150? Nicer factory mount than past years."
"Yep, and the guy went full hog on the trim. Enough shiny chrome to keep one o' them Nashville cowboys hummin' for months."
Sharon rolled her eyes at me but I knew we probably sounded just as silly when talking about clothes. Rob checked us in easily enough and we unloaded and made our way to our cabin. Big strong Rob with his wide shoulders hoisting the bags, lanky Jim in plaid shirt and jeans with the cooler plus another bag slung over his shoulder.
We had a spacious subdivided double cabin set further uphill than the others, with a stone fireplace, two bedrooms with two beds each, a bathroom in between. Our balcony looked out on the lake, maybe half a mile away, but it was quite private. Forest was all you could see in the back.
Wood-paneled rooms, upholstered chairs and a long wooden bench with comfortable cushions built into one side of each bedroom. The cooler Jim pulled in was filled with beer. The boys had brought plenty of wine for us too and even splurged on some good whiskey. The room for Jim and me somehow became the "living room" for all of us, maybe since that's where the cooler got stashed.
There was a golf course naturally, although I hate golf irrationally. Jim plays maybe once or twice a year, mostly just to host business clients. He and Rob only occasionally do a round together, although they each had brought their clubs.
A few hiking trails snaked up around the grounds and into a set of hills and knolls overlooking the lake. The lake was long and narrow, one arm of a much larger body of water, no real beach but forest coming up to the edges all around. Restful.
The lake was a natural central feature of the resort, handsome enough and equipped with a boat launch, canoes and dinghies available for use. I pretty much figured Jim and Rob would find a way to go out fishing at least once.
We were all itchy for a meal, so after a quick unpack and change of clothes we headed fairly straight away to the lodge. Dinner was good hearty fare, just the sort of food that Rob and Sharon and Jim, really all the Midwesterners I'd ever met, enjoy. Sharon indulged a bit, but I was pleased she held herself back from dessert.
Sharon and I had conspired to "dress up" a bit for dinner, even though we figured the place wasn't going to be that fancy. We knew the boys would just be wearing clean shirts and long decent-looking trousers.
I wore a light sundress, long and flowing down to my ankles, buttons top to bottom, a pale yellow floral print. Almost "Ralph Lauren Prairie" with my sandals and loose hair, if you will. All that was missing were some beads and a floppy straw sunhat.
Sharon wore a soft sleeveless dress, forest green, that came down just to her knees. It set off her white skin and dark loose hair nicely. To my surprise, she had put on some make-up, we almost never did this sort of thing unless there was a wedding or something to attend.
It was simple, subtle, just some eyeliner, but it worked well -- accentuated her deep-set eyes and made you look more closely at her. I guess I was surprised that such a small change could have such a pleasing effect.
Except that even this touch was obliterated by the fact that she, like me in our conspiracy, had elected to do without the bra business. From a distance it didn't show, the fabric was just dark enough on her that she looked like a well-dressed woman at a nice restaurant. But the front was cut fairly low and up close the effect was dramatic. Her big breasts were held in okay, but the motion of her soft curves was unmistakable whenever she shifted position. Even the waiter noticed, with a short discreet smile as he seated us at our outdoor table.
We got the boys to do wine rather than beer at dinner, pleased that they accommodated us, and we cruised through a couple bottles, easy laughing talk throughout.
Jim kept ogling Sharon, who showed no awareness of this, but I noticed she made sure that the boys got good looks at her boobs moving around by the way she poured water, deported herself in general. Of course he had seen her breasts before, that once, and knew what they looked like. I have never wanted a big chest myself, but I had always noted, basically since puberty, that guys are involuntarily drawn to large boobs, like sharks circling some wounded fish.
It usually didn't bother me, and didn't now, it was more just a kick to see how the boys reacted to Sharon's tease.
Getting up from the table everyone's eyes were shining. We took a short walk to settle the food, on a pleasant path along the lake. The mosquitoes weren't out yet and the heat of the day was just subsiding. Very sweet.
We gathered in our room, each room with two beds, the cabin could have handled our kids too if they had been along. There was a connecting door between the two bedrooms which we left open the whole weekend.
The boys broke out the whiskey and each of them had a small glass while we chatted on the balcony, nice breeze and a handsome lake view. We grew silent just looking out at the peaceful setting as the sun got lower in the sky.
I suspect the same thoughts were going through each of our heads, but I can only really verify my own. I was desirous, expectant. I was hoping for at least a couple chances with Jim this weekend, maybe more. Rob and Sharon were an open book.
On holiday, no kids, no chores, away from home, rustic setting, worries behind, we knew no one here but our companions, our best friends. It felt free. As romantic as anything Jim and I had done in a long time. And there was enough complicated sexual energy tugging all of us in different directions -- well who knew?
My only worry, a minor one, was that my menstrual period was just around the corner. It likely wouldn't arrive before the weekend was over, but I had been undone by an early period more than once before in my life. The counter-side of an upcoming period is that I am almost always especially horny just before it arrives.
I squeezed Jim's hand and he leaned down for a kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sharon give a small smile.
It was the damnedest thing. Within a few minutes we were all kissing our partners, our spouses, like two teenage couples out on a double date, only older, and better dressed.
At the first lull, I had to laugh and confessed this thought to the others. Rob laughed too, a long slow chuckle of amusement.
"Way better than high school though. We don't hafta worry about parents, gettin' back 'fore midnight, none of that."
"In fact, we can go inside anytime we want and take care of business the way we never could back then."
Sharon stifled a giggle. "Well, not always that way," her hand on Rob's thigh playfully. "We had some times..."
Rob looked right at me with a slow, wide smile of contentment. "I reckon this here setup we got is way better than the back of a car..."
"Another shot of whiskey?" Jim asked Rob. "Before the night gets out of hand?"
We went inside but left the big doors to the balcony open. Just enough breeze to feel good on the skin.
