Tell Rochelle she is sexy?

I just sat there with my mouth half-way open, staring at the glass on her neck and chest and watching the water drip, drip, dribble down into her cleavage. I loved how the water trickled along the very faint wrinkles of her boobs.

It was too much. I had to tell her what she was doing to me. But I was still incredibly nervous and I didn't want to sound like a babbling idiot. I had to make it sound flattering, but not obsessive.

"You know, Mrs. Calhoun," I said with a suddenly dry throat. "You are really, really, sexy."

She opened her eyes and looked across the table at me and smiled.

"Oh, thank you," she said. "That's very sweet. Do you really think so? I'm not just an old mom?"

She moved the glass down further and actually began to slide it back and forth over her breasts. As she slowly did this left and right and left and right I could see her nipples begin to harden under her bikini top enough that I could see their outline clearly now! I looked back into her eyes and she was smiling at me still as she teased me.

"Yes," I said. "I mean! Yes, you are sexy, not yes you are old!"

Rochelle lowered the glass and laughed hard, and when she did her tits really jiggled.

"Aww," she said. "You're cute. And call me Rochelle, OK?"

"OK, Rochelle," I said.

She smiled again and placed her glass on the table to the side, then she placed her arms on the table and leaned over, towards me. Her huge breasts squished together and so much cleavage poured out that I thought her tits were just going to pop right out!

"What do you find sexy about me?" she asked.

It was my turn to laugh.

"Well, for one thing," I said. "Look at you! You have a great body."

She looked down at her massive cleavage. "Really?" she asked. "You think I have a great body?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Yeah?" she repeated. "What do you like best about my body?"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.

"Your tits," I said, without thinking. Did women think the word 'tits' was vulgar? Should I have said 'breasts'?

Rochelle giggled again and she moved her arms to the side, letting her huge mams fall back down into place. She sat back a little and reached in front to take her bikini top by the straps. She tugged them a little, causing her tits to bounce and sway.

"I thought so," she said, looking down at them. Then she cupped them in her hands and squeezed them. "They've always been my best asset."

She looked up into my eyes with a slight smile on her lips.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked and took hold of the bikini cups by the inside.

"Yes," I whispered, staring at her.

She slowly started to pull the material aside, exposing her huge titties for me. Just as her nipples were about to poke out, Tim came into the cottage!

Rochelle pulled her bikini top back into place and jumped up, moving quickly to the sink as Tim came into the kitchen. He grabbed his lemonade and sat down at the table with me. He started talking but I wasn't listening, my eyes kept wandering over to Rochelle standing at the sink, wondering what she was thinking.

Holy fuck, Rochelle had been about to show me her tits!

It took me a long time to calm down, but then Tim and I spent the rest of the day hanging out, reading and fishing a little from the shore. It started to rain pretty hard that night and the girls had decided to stay at their friends overnight. My mind kept slipping back to Rochelle and how sexy she was and how she had been slowly pulling her bikini to the side to show me her big titties. Damn, I looked forward to being alone with her again soon.

Our plan was to be up bright and early in the morning to go fishing, so we were asleep by 10pm. Tim woke me up at 6am, and we both slowly got ready, having a quick bite to eat and going out into the misty morning to prepare the boat. Rochelle was still asleep when we left. We spent the morning fishing, and had great success! Tim caught a monster 5-pound pike, and I caught a 3 and 4 pound smallmouth bass. We let the pike go and kept the bass to cook up for supper.

We arrived back to the cottage as the girls and Rochelle were finishing up a late lunch. Tim and I ate the leftovers and then cleaned the fish. After putting them on ice, we decided to go for a hike. There was a trail that went half-way around the lake to a nice swimming area, and we spent the afternoon enjoying the woods and the swim after. We arrived back as Rochelle and the girls were starting their supper, so Tim also cooked our fish.

I was probably imagining it, but I sure felt like Rochelle's eyes were wandering to me every now and then. I would look at her when I was brave enough and she would either smile, or look away quickly as if she had been staring.

That night, we decided to have a fire out in the firepit. When darkness fell just after 9pm, Tim and I got a really nice fire going. We had the lawn chairs down by the pit and were all sitting around it, chatting about this and that as the fire snapped and crackled. We were all in shorts and t-shirts, and Rochelle had a sweatshirt tied around her waist.