As way of introduction, I am not the kind of guy ladies swoon over. I am of average looks and average build for a man of my age, 56. I am mostly bald and keep what hair I do have cut fairly short. I do exercise fairly regularly as was the case when this story happened. I was on a weekend bicycling/camping trip, something I try to do three or four times a year. It was an early spring day and the weather was perfect for my trip. I had left late Friday morning having loaded my gear on the trailer the night before. I went in to the office to check on a few things for work the next week and finding everything in order I was off.
The first leg of my trip was not long or very challenging. It was about 45 miles through the wooded hills surrounding my home in Missouri. Although automobile traffic was kind of heavy near the lake with campers and boaters, the paved shoulders on the highway made for an easy and uneventful ride.
I rode into the campground at the state park around 2:30 PM, found a suitable campsite and began to unpack the trailer. I had just finished setting up my tent and was putting my air mattress, sleeping bag and pillows in the tent when a black SUV pulled into the campsite next to mine.
I watched as two very attractive ladies climbed out of the SUV and began to unload their gear. Both of the women were tall, 5' 7" or 8", slender with long dark hair. The younger one appeared to be in her mid twenties and I would guess the other to be in her early to mid forties. A mother and daughter, I thought. Or maybe sisters? Both wore halter tops and shorts that revealed long beautiful legs and the curve of their buns whenever they bent to set their equipment on the ground.
I pulled a cold beer from my cooler and sat back in my camp chair to relax and enjoy the view. Although I had selected a campsite with a view of the lake and the tree covered hills beyond, my eyes strayed frequently to the scenery next door as the ladies set up camp. I enjoyed the show of their long legs and their buns as they bent to unfold the tent. Once in a while I could catch a glimpse of the swell of a breast down the top of a halter. This was going to be a great weekend I thought as I sipped the beer.
Finishing my beer, I went into my tent, slipped out of my riding shorts and pulled on my swim trunks. A quick swim in the lake helped me relax and cool down after an invigorating ride. As I checked the campsite to make sure everything was secure from invasion by the local wildlife, the younger of the two ladies approached my campsite.
"Hi, my name is Jennifer" she said, flashing a pretty smile.
"Hello, Jennifer, I'm Gary"
"Going for a swim? Would you like some company? Mom doesn't swim much and I hate to go alone."
"Sure, that'd be great. Are you ready now?"
"Yes, I'm ready. Got my swim suit on underneath. Shall we go?" She said extending her hand toward me and flashing that smile again. I took the offered hand and we began the walk up the road toward the swimming beach. As we walked she took my arm and pulled herself next to me. "I saw you watching us, you know."
"Well, yeah, I might have been staring a bit. Sorry."
"Don't apologize. We enjoy the attention of a good looking guy."
"I don't know about that, but I did enjoy watching the two of you."
"Don't sell yourself short. You look pretty good for a paunchy, balding, graying old man." She flashed that beautiful smile again.
I smiled back and squeezed her hand in mine. "You and your mom go camping a lot?" I asked.
"We used to go almost every weekend when I was in high school. Dad was still with us then. Mom hasn't wanted to go much the last couple of years since Dad died. I finally convinced her we should go again."
