Fun in the sun

Looking at Rachel’s flirting, smiling face, I get a little shy. I don’t have the drunken confidence of last night. I can’t believe a woman this attractive would be into me. Her body so tight and fit. Don’t look at her nipples pressing into her sports bra. Look at her cheerful eyes.

I say, “We can go check out the pond. Plunging into a freezing pond might help my hangover. There’s some trails around here too.”

I hope she won’t be disappointed I didn’t choose anything sexual. She might be eager to continue what we started last night. Luckily she kept smiling and said, “That’s a good idea. Let’s put on our swimsuits and we’ll head down there.”

I sneak into my room, and change into my swimsuit. I look at my sleeping wife, and feel a little guilty about what happened last night, and about what might happen today.

I kiss her forehead and tell her, “I’m going down to the pond with Rachel.”

Monica stirs and grumbles a joke, “Don’t stare at her boobs too much.”

I leave the room. Rachel is still changing. I decide to pack us some drinks. I grab and cooler and dump in some ice. I look at the mostly empty bottle of bourbon on the counter. Bile creeps up from my stomach. No. No more liquor. I open the fridge.

I hear Rachel come out of her room, so I ask her, “Beer or wine?”

She squeals, “Ooo more ****? Let’s do some wine.”

I pack two bottles and a corkscrew into the cooler. I look up to see Rachel standing there in a white and black bikini. Her feet are in sandals, her toenails painted red. Her legs are long and smooth. Her bottoms are tight against her crotch and higher waisted than I expected. Her torso is toned and delicious. A top holds up her substantial boobs, and is tied up behind her neck. A sheer throw is draped across her shoulders and does little to cover her body. Her hair is still tied back in a ponytail.

She sees me staring and laughs, “I would feel self conscious but I ogle your body the same way. Oooh look at those arms as you pick up that cooler.” She traces her hand down my tricep.

I laugh and we head out the door. Walking together I say, “Monica told me not to stare at your boobs too much. I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow that instruction while you’re wearing that bikini.”

“Then I’ll have to cover up,” she says and pulls the thin material over her chest. “Or I just might have to take it off.” She teases. “I do notice you checking them out a lot.”

I’m embarrassed that it’s been so obvious. We walk along the tall corn down to the pond. The sun is out and the sky is blue. And my head is still pounding. I ask, “How far did you run this morning? How are you not hungover?”

“A couple miles. Nothing crazy, just enough to sweat off the **** from last night. I was a little tipsy when I decided to fulfill your fantasy last night.” Memories of her wet tits in the shower flash into my mind.

We get to the pond. It is covered in slimy green algae. I don’t care. I plunge myself into it, hoping the flash of cold water helps my hangover. It does help. I climb out of the water onto the land. Rachel watches my every movement. She wasn’t kidding about ogling my body.

She said, “I don’t know how you can look so hot jumping into something so disgusting. I’m not getting in there. Help me with the canoe.”

We flip the canoe and put it in the water. I watch Rachel climb in checking out her slim legs and tight ass. She sits down and faces me. I put the cooler with the wine in the middle, then push the canoe into the water and hop in. The canoe wobbles and Rachel balances it out before it flips.

She says, “You better not dunk us in the water.”

I grab a bottle of wine and open it as Rachel paddles us out into the sun. I say, “Shit. I forgot cups. Hope you don’t mind passing the bottle.”

She takes the bottle, and says, “We shared more than germs last night. I don’t mind.” I watch her soft lips wrap around the tip of the bottle as she tilts it up taking a drink. A little spills down her chin and drips onto her chest.

She laughs, “There you go! Staring at my boobs again.”

I apologize, “I’m sorry. You have really nice boobs. They’re impossible not to notice.”

“Thank you. Most people think they’re fake, but nature gave me these double Ds.” She takes off her sheer throw, and leans back, exposing her body to the sun.

I take a gulp of the wine, admiring her body. The bittersweet tastes coats my mouth, and I’m eager for the buzz to replace my hangover. We pass the bottle back and forth, enjoying the sounds of nature.

After we finish the first bottle, Rachel asks, “Do you mind helping me reapply some sunscreen?” She hands me a bottle she had brought with her.

She stands up and the canoe wobbles back and forth. She carefully walks along the canoe and then spins, and sits with her back to me, almost in my lap.

I squirt some sunscreen in my hands. I massage some into her shoulders, down her slender arms. I apply some more to her toned back. While I cover her delicate skin, she opens another wine bottle and took a drink. She giggles as she tilts the bottle over her shoulder and tries to pour it in my mouth. To her credit, some does get in my mouth. The rest spills down my body.

As I massage the lotion into her sculpted abdomen, I say, “By looking at you, no one would ever guess you have two kids.”

“They would be they saw this,” she takes my hands and slides them under her bikini bottom. She runs my fingers over a long horizontal scar above her pubic hair. Something I never noticed in the dark last night.

She pulls her bikini band down, revealing a vicious raised scar traversing her body. She says, “Normally they’re not this ugly. But I almost died, and the doctors didn’t have time to make a nice clean line. Every time I see it, I’m just so thankful. Thankful for my beautiful children. Thankful to be alive. Thankful to be in the arms of a gorgeous man.” She arches back into me, and tilts her head up looking up at me. “Life’s too short. You have to take advantage of every opportunity.” She cranes her neck and I turn mine to kiss her.

We kiss slowly and passionately. Our lips unleashing our sexual tension. Her tongue licks into my mouth. My slick hand slides up her skinny torso, rubbing up her ribcage and squeezes her big soft tit inside her bikini. I massage it as we continue making out. She moans against my lips.

Rachel breaks the kiss to take another drink from the wine bottle. Then she holds it back to feed me another drink. She keeps it held high until the bottle is empty. I have to quickly gulp and gulp so it doesn’t splash out and spill all over us.

She tosses the bottle into the canoe. The boat tilts, and I have to adjust so we regain our balance. Her blue eyes are filled with an eagerness. The wine has returned my sexual confidence.

I smile and ask, “Now that we’re out here all loosened up. What do you want to do?”