Dean was usually up early, sometimes before the sun rose, but this morning he had slept in much later than usual. The sun beaming through his window had awoken him and as he sleepily rubbed his eyes he caught a whiff of the sweet scent still lingering on his finger. Ah, the memories of the evening past came flooding back to mind. Still, it was late and he had to get up and about. A quick shower, dressed and to the kitchen he found Joan busy at the sink so he offered the usual morning greeting, grabbed an orange juice and went to check on her husband.
When he walked into the den he found the older man sitting upright and alert, and a smile immediately beamed across his face.
"How are you this morning? Did you sleep well? Is there anything I can do for you or get for you?"
The older man was unable to provide smooth speech but the gleam in his eye and the smile on his face spoke much of his thoughts and feelings. "You, had a good time?" So, he knew of the encounter with Joan the night before. Dean felt the heat rising over his face and all he could do was turn slightly so that he could avoid eye contact, and nod his head affirmatively. He made himself busy straightening the meds on the table, checking the IV line and whatever else he could fuss with, then announced he would go see what chores he could attend to. Dean was relieved to leave the room, afraid the old man would want to hear details, some confirmation that his wife had been a duly satisfied recipient of attentions, and Dean was afraid to reveal that he'd been the one receiving most of the satisfaction.
As much as he wanted to be around Joan, so see her, talk to her, perhaps touch her, he was too nervous to be in her company. While she was in the kitchen he took to the outside chores, anything to be busy and not confined with her. Still, the passion was brewing within and he knew it would be only a matter of time before he'd have to deal with close proximity with her. Besides, she had said something about "what tomorrow brings" and he didn't know if that meant approval and acceptance from her husband, more of what he'd had last night, or what? All this running through his hormone crazed mind had him half crazy all morning. Then came lunch.
Joan had fed her husband and gotten him settled for his afternoon nap before Dean came in for lunch. He was washing up when Joan came back into the kitchen and asked him to set the table out on the screened porch for lunch. It was nice and cool out there and they would be able to see the lake, hear the birds singing, and enjoy the outdoors while eating. Before he finished setting the table, which really only meant brushing off any dust that might have settled on the seats and table top Dean hurried out into the edge of the lawn and picked a few wildflowers that were blooming and put some water in an old vase that was sitting out on the porch. As he was setting the vase on the table Joan came out carrying a tray with sandwiches, chips, and two cold beers. But Dean didn't notice what was on the tray but rather what was behind the tray. Joan had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, with the last open button being right at the bottom of her boobs. Even at her age Joan had remarkably pert boobs, even for their size. As she walked out onto the porch her boobs were noticeably swaying to her stride, the opening in her blouse just wide enough to see that there was no bra underneath. As Dean's eyes were drawn and glued to her breasts, Joan's nipples responded by instantly gaining hardness, producing two quite noticeable protrusions in the thin fabric of her blouse.
The lunch went slowly, leisurely, and the conversation peaceful. As nervous and jittery as Dean had been all morning, the easy nature of Joan had him at ease within minutes. Easy enough that his gaze even drifted away from her chest a few times, and before they had finished eating Dean swore that another button had come unclasped. Joan had turned her chair slightly sideways to his, affording her a more direct view of the lake, and Dean a more direct view of her right breast. To make it even more tortuous on him, when Joan would reach for something she'd do so in a manner that would cause her blouse to pull away from her breast, giving a partial glimpse of her areola to her willingly captive audience.
"Those flowers are nice, Dean. Where did you find them?" The question caught Dean off guard, for he knew that Joan knew that cabin and property far better than he, and her asking that question seemed odd.
"Oh, ah, out there just left of where the boardwalk to the dock starts, by the edge of the woods."
"Let's go see if there are more. I like fresh flowers, don't you?" As Joan slid her chair back to rise she leaned forward slightly, and Dean's cock came to heightened alert from the full on view of her right nipple. It was the first time he'd seen her boob in daylight, only by moonlight or candle light before, and it was even sexier than he'd thought. He pointed the way to where he'd found those flowers, and near the woods Joan bent low to look at some that were growing nearer the ground. By now, somehow, another button on her blouse had come unclasped and Dean by now, even in his naivety, knew it was purposeful. A single bottom button was all that was preventing her blouse to wave freely open in the slight breeze. Bending low allowed the blouse to fall well away from her body and by moving to one side Dean was able to look upon her breasts almost unimpeded. Joan was enjoying the experience at least as much as Dean, and had taken notice of the hardening cock in his shorts.
It was a warm day, bright and sunny but not overly hot, yet, but when Joan stood upright she said to Dean, "You know, I've always been envious of men being able to unbutton or take off their shirts on a hot day. But you won't mind if I loosen it a little, will you?" Joan was looking straight into Dean's eyes as she spoke the words, her fingers simultaneously unbuttoning the last button keeping the front of her blouse closed. Dean couldn't even manage words, only a nod as Joan released the fabric from her fingertips, allowing the thin material to seemingly float in the easy breeze. As the material waved it afforded Dean fleeting views of her naked breasts, fully erect nipples surrounded by the slightly puckered dark skin of the areola, ringed by a circle of tiny little bumps like rivets holding the nipple to the breast. Dean was unable to tear his eyes from her chest, his mouth slightly open in a trance like pose. "Come on, you poor man. Let's go back in before you have a problem on your hands."
Joan was up the steps and inside the cabin before Dean had reached the steps. As he opened the screen door to the porch and rounded the corner to where the table was he saw Joan's white blouse draped across the back of the chair she'd been sitting in. A flush welled up and over Dean, his pulse quickened and the image of a topless Joan flooded his mind. Grabbing his lunch plate and glass he headed to the kitchen, only to find Joan standing there as he'd imagined, totally topless. The sight of her nude from the waist up, her pert breasts with the nipples at attention and pointing directly at him stopped him cold in his tracks.
