Chapter 3 - Bare for Bear
Around 3PM the next day Deke and May arrive at Bear's home, a sprawling ranch that sits at the end of a dirt drive half a mile off the main road amidst cool pines with mountain views along the Androscoggin River. Bear, a distinguished-looking mature man, about 5'11" with a steel-gray brush top and well-toned body, greets May and Deke at the door.
The men shake hands and exchange rough hugs, slapping each other's backs, "So good to see you Deke, you old dog!"
"Likewise, you old reprobate. How've you been?"
"Great, just great. And, May. . . It's been a while, perhaps three years," Bear owns, taking her hands and kissing her on the cheek.
"Yes," May smiles, "Good memory!"
"I try to remember the beautiful women." He winks. The three laugh. And Bear adds, "Come on in and make yourselves at home. Before I take you out by the pool meet my son and his wife, let me show you to your room so you can drop your bags."
The house is elegant and their room has a queen size bed and French doors to a deck. Beyond is the pool area and they see Bear's handsome son and his wife already in swim suits sitting at the umbrella table.
The guests arrive poolside with Bear, who had stopped by the kitchen to make frozen Margaritas. After the introductions, the conversation touches on the glorious weather. The flow of Tequila relaxes every one and Jim, kiddingly, broaches the subject of skinny-dipping. It is an idea that ultimately blossoms when Barbara pops off her bikini top, letting her D-cup tits swing free, and heads for the water, peeling her bikini bottom on the way; and Jim, without portfolio, is right behind her.
Never noted for her shyness, May stands up and says, "Well, gentlemen, when in Rome..." and slips out of her linen sundress, which, even to Deke's surprise, has nothing beneath it.
"Christ, Bear, we better get with it or we'll miss all the fun!"
As Deke sheds shirt, shorts and u-trow, he watches May, whose bouncy stride has carried her directly to the diving board, where she takes a few preliminary springs to check out the flex of the board. Less full than Barb's, her lovely C-cup boobs jounce fetchingly as she bounces. Then she returns to the base; and, when all is quiet, she skips forward and takes off high, fully extended, reaching for the sky, in a perfectly executed plain front dive to enter the water with barely a splash. Coming back to the surface, she is greeted by appreciative applause.
Not to be out-classed, Barb, takes her turn, earning an equally appreciative response. The women then take seats on the steps at the shallow end and demand that the boys show them what they've got.
Deke and Bear decline the gambit, show fatigue, and leave the exhibition to forty-year-old Jim, who earns a couple of 6's before vaulting his 9 body out of the water with his 10 cock swinging to warm the loins of the drooling women in the gallery.
"Mm, Mm, Mm! And just think, that one's mine," Barb says smiling.
"You're a lucky woman, there," replies May. "Mine's rather well hung, too, don't you think? And Jim's dad?"
"Definitely genetic!" Barb laughs, "but really, not a small package in the bunch! Lucky us!"
The boys culminate the games with a set of successively bigger cannon balls to splash the girls and earning cheers and squeals of delight.
Shenanigans over, Jim, Barb, Deke and May raft up, chatting, to wait while Bear, always a style-setter, leaves, stark naked, to set the table and grill the steaks, having insisted that he needed no help.
As they float together, nude and sipping newly made Margaritas, Barb asks, "Have you and Deke been together long?"
"We've known each other well for seven years. But only three as lovers," May volunteers. "Our age difference of thirty-three years raises a few eye-brows too, of course."
"Wow, that's twice our age difference," she observes.
"You see, Deke was my very favorite English Prof at Syracuse and helped me land my present teaching job at the college."
