Seeing someone whom you've never met or seen before, twice in one day might be written off as coincidence, but three has to be fate. When it happened to me, I didn't question the fates, I took advantage of them.
I continued seeing Tammy on a regular basis, and her sexual skills were improving greatly. We got together at least once a week, usually more, and her knowledge and self- confidence were starting to emerge.
She still insisted, however, that I continue to date, which I did, but not nearly as much as before. However, when I did date, Tammy made sure that I filled her in on all of the details. And I do mean ALL of the details. Tammy was wearing me out with her enthusiasm and renewed sex drive, and was proving to be almost everything that I needed at this point in my life.
Towards the end of summer, Tammy told me that she was taking her annual trip down south, to some land that her Grandfather had owned and had given to Tammy when he died. There was a cabin on the land, and Tammy took her girls every summer, for two weeks just before school started. This year was going to be a special trip, because her youngest daughter was entering her senior year of high school, so this would probably be the last trip for all of them together.
As she was saying good-bye before she left, Tammy made sure to tell me that she expected me to have some stories for her when she got back. I laughed, telling her that I would do my best, and saw her and the girls off.
The first week was pretty good. I got a lot of work done on the property, and I got some needed rest at night. After about a week-and-a-half, though, I decided that the property could wait, grabbed my work-out gear, and went to the gym.
The health club that I work out at is, for me at least, perfectly set-up. I usually start off riding a bike to loosen up, and the bikes are behind the treadmills and stair machines. They are all facing a long wall with a number of TV's, so you can watch as you work out. Being in the back row of the cardio machines, I usually have the best views of the backsides of the women working out.
As soon as I got the bike programmed, got my MP-3 player set up, and started going, I started to peruse the sights in front of me. As usual, I was not disappointed.
Almost right away, I noticed two women that seemed to stand out. One was a strawberry- blonde, on a treadmill, and two machines over, on a stair machine, was a blonde. They were both well into their workouts, and were bouncing along. They both were slim, with nice legs, firm asses, and tone bodies.
When I was about half-way through my ride, they both got off of their machines, a few seconds apart. This provided me with a better view of both women.
The strawberry-blonde was very pretty, with a small but fit frame, and an impressive chest, especially for her size. I guessed her age to be a little older than me, putting her into her late forties. The blonde, who appeared to be in her mid-30's, had a slightly larger frame, still slim and trim, though. The two women looked like they were related, possibly sisters, or maybe aunt- and-niece. They were both beautiful.
After I finished my bike ride, I went to hit the weight machines, and saw both women there. This allowed me to get a better view of both of them as I worked out.
At one point, the older woman, the strawberry-blonde, asked me if I knew how to use one of the machines. Being the helpful sort that I am, I showed her, and the other woman came over and watched. I managed to get a little bit of conversation in with them as we both continued our workouts.
As they finished, they both thanked me, and said good-bye. I made a mental note to start coming more often, so I could run in to them again.
After I finished my work-out, I soaked and showered and went to do some grocery shopping. Walking down one aisle, I spotted the younger woman, looking for something on the shelves. As we passed each other, we both smiled, chuckled, and said hi.
I turned the corner, went down the next aisle, and saw the other woman. We made eye contact and smiled at each other as we both heard "I found it mom!" coming from the aisle that I had just left.
I was shocked, to say the least. "Mom?" I asked her.
She just nodded.
"Wow!" I said aloud, and I heard her chuckle as we both kept walking.
A few seconds later, as I was going to the next aisle, I heard the sound of two women giggling, and I thought to myself that these two women looked to be about ten years apart, not a mother and daughter.
As I was driving home from the store, I noticed that my favorite bar, which just happened to be just outside the back gate of my property, was having a tropical party that night. They had an outdoor patio, and were going to have a band.
I drove home, made sure that my favorite Hawaiian shirt was clean, that I had other clean clothes, and then decided to turn on the baseball game and do what comes naturally ...take a nap.
When I awoke, it was dark outside. After a quick shower, I dressed and took a walk to the back of my property, and went to the bar.
After stopping first for a burger at the bar, I went to the patio, and joined the party already in progress. I worked my way towards the bar, got a rum punch, and surveyed the crowd and the band.
As I was looking over the crowd, I saw them again! The two women that I had run into twice already today, were sitting at a table at the edge of the floor.
I asked the bartender, a cute little bi-sexual named Candy that I flirt with on a regular basis, who their waitress was, found out that they were drinking the same thing that I was, and bought a round for all of us.
As I walked up to their table, I put the drinks down and said "Seeing you ladies once today was nice. Seeing you a second time was an added pleasure. But a third time? ... Are you ladies stalking me?"
They both laughed, and smiled at me as I handed them their drinks.
As we started to talk, the ladies introduced themselves. The strawberry-blonde, the mother, was named Christine, and her daughter was named Liz. I introduced myself, and the conversation was on.
I found out that both ladies were divorced, that Liz was Christine's only child, and that Liz had a daughter that was twelve. Liz's divorce was just finalized, and the ladies were celebrating with a girl's weekend. Liz's ex had her daughter for the weekend, so they decided to go out and "get silly", as Christine put it.
As the night progressed, and the rum punch flowed, so did the conversation. Both ladies also convinced me to dance with them, which I did several times. Each time that I danced to a slow song with each woman, I had to fight from pulling them in any closer, for fear that they would feel my semi-hard cock in my pants.
I had a big laugh when the band played a Jimmy Buffet song. The played his infamous love song, "Why Don't We Get Drunk ...", and both ladies sang along, loudly.
Eventually, though, as the party started winding down, Liz had met some guy that was trying to hit on her, and Christine and I were left alone to talk. I found out that after Liz was born, Christine's husband, the only man that she had ever been with, told her that he was gay, that he wouldn't give her a divorce, but that he would take care of her needs as she acted as the dutiful wife. It seems that he was in a high profile position, and couldn't afford to be outed.
Eventually, though, after Liz was married, Christine demanded a divorce, and he gave in. Before she was able to file, however, he died of a heart attack, and Christine inherited everything. Since then, she has dated a bit, even had a one-night-stand while on vacation, but had basically been alone.
Liz, on the other hand, caught her husband screwing the 300-lb. neighbor lady, in her own bed when she came home from work early one day, and kicked him out. She then sold her house, moved in with her mother, and was getting used to being single again.
