On Golden Lake Part 1

But Megan was not alone in her growing lust. Outside her bedroom window, a shadowy figure peered beneath the bottom of the lace curtains. His breathing was quickening as he watched through glazed eyes as the foxy woman masturbated.

He had watched her sunbathing for two weeks from his own rustic cabin at the end of the point across the narrow bay. Every day, she had sprawled out on what she thought was a private beach to worship the sun. In the last week, she had taken off her bikini top as she did so. 'Silly woman,' Blake had thought to himself. Yes, she thought her cottage was private and remote, and it was. That is, for one without a powerful telephoto lens.

Blake had met her, years before. What was her name...Meg? Yes, that was it. He had talked to her and her husband a few times. He knew that they were divorced. Funny, he hadn't seen either of them at the cabin in recent years.

She had appeared so fucking *hot* through the high-powered lens. Blake seemed to recall that she was overweight, but not anymore. The urge to get closer had been irresistible, and he had succumbed to temptation two nights before. As soon as darkness descended, he had stealthily walked up the country lane that encircled the lake and hid in the bushes separating the cabin from the lane. He had quietly looped around the cottage, peering cautiously into each and every window. He watched her for over an hour as she sat in the living room, watching television.

Yes, if she kept this up, he was in for an eventful, voyeuristic summer. A child had arrived today, which was disappointing. No more topless sunbathing. He had a vague recollection of the kid - he must be Meg's son. Ah well, the opportunity to watch her frigging herself would make up for spying on her at the beach.

He watched, unblinking, mouth slightly agape, as the woman's fingers stroked her lovely tits, pausing occasionally to tweak the brown, erect nipples. When her fingers began dancing over her panty-clad cunt, his prick began to throb inside his shorts. 'Blake, you lucky dog,' he thought to himself. He couldn't believe his good fortune! This was only the second time he had spied into her bedroom, and already he had hit the jackpot. He was actually watching this sweet thing get herself off! A voyeur's wet dream come to life.

Blake grinned evilly in the darkness outside the window. He found the fact that she was playing with herself only a couple of walls away from her son so *fucking* hot. If only the kid knew what mama was doing behind closed doors. He had watched through his bedroom window only a few minutes before as she had tucked him into bed and turned off the light. He was a little bit disappointed that he hadn't gotten a better look at him. He vowed to come back though - maybe he'd get to see the kid masturbate just like his horny mother.

Blake's cock was tenting the front of his shorts. He hooked a thumb into the waistband and pulled them down his thighs, exposing his prick to the humid night air. He grasped his cock in his right hand, and began to stroke himself slowly. His mouth hung half open as he watched with rapt attention as Meg touched herself through her skimpy panties. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the pleasure she was giving herself.

Soon her fingers grew more insistent. She rubbed through her underwear in tight, ever quickening circles, stimulating her clit through the thin fabric. Her stomach muscles flexed seductively. Blake imagined pussy juice seeping from her hot cunt, soaking the panties.

Meg paused and pulled off the panties, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. Blake drooled as he gazed lustily at her bush. It was all he had imagined. He just wished he could see her from a better angle. The bed was oriented sideways to the window - if only he could gaze directly upon her scrumptious pussy.

The woman spread her legs wide, and dipped her hand back into her exposed pussy. She resumed fondling herself with a tight circular motion, applying pressure directly to her clitoris. The movements were slow at first, but she gradually increased the pace of her strokes. Blake masturbated with her, as he watched her growing lust.

Soon, the pace of her strokes quickened. She rubbed herself frenetically, and her thighs began to quiver as her urgency to come increased. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her lips were slightly parted as she gave herself to her rapture. Her body was tensed, and Blake could see a red flush creeping across her chest. Blake knew that she was getting ready to come. He himself could feel the tension building in his balls. Maybe they would come together!

Her fingers were a blur as she frigged her cunt. She began thrusting her ass off the mattress, furiously trying to maximize the sensations in her pussy. Blake's fist, too, was a blur in the darkness. Droplets of perspiration formed on his forehead as he jacked himself off to the sight of the horny slut. He wondered if she was moaning, but he couldn't hear anything over the insistent hum of the fan in her bedroom.

Finally, after a huge spasm, the woman's body went rigid, her back arched and her quivering ass suspended off the bed. Her legs jerked spasmodically as she stroked her cunt furiously. Yes, she was beginning her orgasm! Blake pumped his cock rapidly, until a huge tremble coursed through his muscular body, and he shot a streamer of sperm onto the wooden clapboard siding below the window. Through his flickering eyelids, he watched as the woman jerked in the throes of her own orgasm, and he spurted jets of sperm again and again. Finally, his orgasm drifted away, and he milked a few last drops of cream out of his softening cock. With a satisfied smile, he licked the residue off his fingers, tucked his prick back into his shorts, and disappeared into the darkness.

*****

Megan and Justin walked hand in hand through the mall, picking their way through the throngs of Saturday afternoon shoppers. The crowd seemed almost intimidating after the solitude and safety of the cottage. Megan hadn't been in this mall often, but she *did* remember a store that sold bathing suits. Now she just had to find it.

They passed a toy store, and Justin slowed down and gazed wistfully at the window display. Several stacks of brand new computer games were arranged enticingly at a youth's eye level. Meg laughed at her son. "You want to buy something, don't you Justin?"

The boy looked up at her hopefully. "Please, Mom. Can I?"

Meg frowned. "You know I don't want you playing too much with your computer. Your father feels the same way." But as she said it, she knew she would eventually yield to her boy's wishes. Who could resist those puppy-dog eyes?

"I know. I won't play too much. It's just that all of the games that I brought with me to the cabin I've already played. I want something different."

Meg smiled and tousled her son's hair playfully. "Very well then." She rifled through her purse and pulled out three $20 bills. "But you can only buy one," she said sternly. "Now go on - I'm going to go and find a swimsuit. I'll be back in half an hour to pick you up. Okay?"

Justin grabbed the money. "Sure thing Mom. Thanks." And with that, he darted into the toy store.

Megan continued on down the wide central aisle of the mall, finally locating the store she sought. Loud dance music emanated from within. She entered, and wandered through the racks of brightly colored bathing suits, casting a critical eye on the skimpy bikinis. It seemed that everything in the store was more suited for a 15-year old girl - hell, even the clerks were high-school age.

On the other hand, she thought to herself, why *couldn't* she have a skimpy suit? She had spent all of her adolescent life jealously eyeing all of the other slim girls dressed in barely-there bikinis, and wishing she could do the same. Then, during her marriage, her weight problem got even worse. Well, she had worked hard at getting herself slim and trim. Maybe it was time to get adventurous. Besides, she was only 37 years old. It wasn't like she was a grandma or anything.

Unfortunately, the suits didn't do anything toward appealing to her sense of fashion. They were all so...gaudy. Then she realized what time of year it was - mid-summer. The racks had been picked over months ago, the best suits already taken.

But after a few more minutes of browsing, her eyes were drawn toward a fabulous yellow bikini. The color was right, and she liked the shape. She pulled it from the rack and held it up for inspection. 'Damn!' she cursed under her breath. 'A thong.' She didn't even wear thong *panties*. She certainly wasn't ready to parade around in a thong swimsuit. With a dejected sigh, she put the suit back. She didn't quite feel ready for that.

But try as she might, Meg couldn't find another suit in the entire store. With a frustrated sigh, she found herself drawn back to the yellow thong. She urgently needed a new suit, and there was nothing else. She plucked the suit from the rack again and ran her long fingers over the narrow string that formed the back.

"Can I help you find something?" A cheery blond girl with a nose ring, no more than 18 years old, had swooped in next to her.

Meg sighed. "Oh, I don't know. I can't find a swimsuit I like."

"Well, why not that one?" The girl nodded toward the suit in Meg's hands.

"Well...I like the color. But it's a thong."

"So? I wear a thong. They're great!"

Meg laughed. "And you're half my age. I'm too old to wear a thong."

The girl tapped Meg playfully on the arm. "Don't be silly." She stood back from Meg and gave the older woman a quick once over. "You're very pretty, and you've got a great body. Why not show it a little?"

Meg blushed. "I dunno..." she began.

"Oh, c'mon. Why not just try it on?" She pointed toward the corner of the store. "The dressing room is right over there."

Meg smiled. "Okay. Why not?" she asked with a shrug.

The girl winked. "That's the spirit!" She followed Meg toward the dressing room. "Let me know if you need any advice okay? I'll be here outside the door."

Once inside the dressing room, Meg quickly peeled off her blouse, bra and shorts, then, after some consideration, her panties as well. She eased the thong up her legs and over her hips. It was a little tight, but no big deal - she was planning to take off a few more pounds anyway. She felt the thin strand of material pressed snugly into her butt crack. It felt strange, but sexy in a way. She turned around and cast a critical eye over her shoulder at her image in the full-length mirror. The string was so tiny that it disappeared between her cheeks - only the narrow waistband was visible from behind. But she looked good! Her cheeks were so much firmer than they used to be. They looked strangely pale - no surprise considering the "normal" bathing suit she had been wearing. But still, her butt looked good...sexy. She had to admit, the suit was flattering.

Then she remembered. Justin. "Damn...I can't go parading around wearing this the rest of the summer," she muttered to herself. But she couldn't give up quite that easily. She turned around and faced the full-length mirror. Her breasts filled the cups perfectly - no little sags or puckers. She picked and pulled at the edges of the top...a little small, but it definitely fit. Meg frowned at her reflection. If not for the thong, she'd buy the suit in an instant.

She heard the sales girl call to her through the closed dressing room door. "How's it look?"

"Okay I think."

"Come on out if you want a second opinion."

"Umm..."

"C'mon, there's no one else out here. It's okay."

Meg slowly opened the door, and peered out into the brightly lit store. The blond girl was there, smiling at her. She opened the door all the way and stepped gingerly out of the dressing room.

The girl's eyes opened wide. "Oh, that suit looks FANTASTIC on you." She reached up and adjusted the straps at Meg's shoulders, then stood back again. "And the color's perfect - it goes good with your tan."

"Do you think it's too small? I'm planning to take off a few more pounds."

The girl shook her head. "I don't think you need to lose any weight. But if you do, it'll still look great." She put a finger to her pert lips. "I'd kill to have your boobs. Let's see the back."

"Thanks." Meg felt her cheeks warming, flattered at this pretty girl's compliment. She took a quick glance around the store to make sure no one was watching. She spun lightly, until she was facing away from the girl.

She whistled softly, then giggled merrily. "Looks nice from back here too. You've got a cute butt. Umm, you want to wear the bottom a little higher up your hips though." Meg felt the girl's fingers at the waistband of the suit, pulling gently upward. The string nestled into her butt crack. "There, that's better."

Meg held her arms out at her sides and did a little artistic twirl.

The blond smiled. "You've GOT to have this suit. It looks great on you."

Meg giggled. The girl was being very convincing. But what about Justin? She couldn't wear this in front of him for the rest of the summer, could she? But on the other hand, the thong felt sooo sexy. 'And anyway,' she thought to herself, 'He's my son, and he's only 18 years old. There's nothing to be worried about.' A minute ticked by, and she was due back to pick up Justin. With a resigned sigh, she decided to purchase the suit. She'd worry later about wearing it in front of her son.