On Golden Lake Part 1

Blake sat patiently in the shelter of the hydrangea bushes next to the cottage's carport. He had been here for almost an hour. They *must* be gone. There was no car, for one thing, and he had seen no signs of life. Mom and son must be out and about somewhere. He looked around the densely wooded perimeter of the property, thankful that all the lakeside lots were on large parcels, leaving each one isolated from view.

He walked slowly around the outside wall of the cottage, alert to any noise, any signs of movement, until he was outside the woman's bedroom window. He had noticed last night that the window didn't have either lock or screen - it would be a simple matter to get inside. Indeed, within seconds he had clambered stealthily through the window, bumping his head hard in the process.

Blake crouched below the window for a moment, grimacing and rubbing his scalp, listening intently, but there was nothing. Yes, they were clearly gone. He stood slowly, and then lowered his gaze toward the hardwood floor next to the bed. Fuck! The panties weren't there. He remembered clearly that she had thrown them next to the bed as she was getting herself off the night before.

He spotted a closet door along the far wall and quickly strode toward it. He jerked it open and peered into the darkness. Yes, it was a closet, and his eyes were quickly drawn toward a large wicker laundry basket on the floor. He quickly rifled through the top layer of clothes, pushing aside a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. Then he saw them, the object of his search! Yes, it was definitely the same pair of panties she had tossed aside the night before. Hands trembling, he plucked them from the basket. He ran them through his fingers, turned them inside out, and raised the crotch to his nose. Blake inhaled deeply and sighed. Her musky womanly scent was clearly evident - he knew it would be, the way she had rubbed herself through them as he watched. His cock began to stir inside of his jeans.

He briefly considered going down the hall to the kid's room, but he didn't dare. He didn't know where they were or when they would return. No, he'd better not risk it. He stuffed the panties inside his shirt, tucked it into his jeans, and clambered out the window.

*****

"So, what do you want to do tomorrow kiddo?" Meg was getting bleary-eyed from the drive. It had been a long day. After she retrieved Justin from the video game store, she had cruised several department stores at the mall and bought a couple of sundresses, and some new shorts and tee shirts. Her pocketbook was thinner, but it had been a good day of shopping all around. Now though, she was eager to get home and relax. She slowed the car, and made the left turn into Golden Lake Road, the tires of the Ford crunching into the gravel.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe play my new game."

"Uh uh." Meg shook her head determinedly. "It's supposed to be a nice day, and you're not spending it in the house okay?"

Justin sighed resignedly and rolled his eyes. "'Kay."

"You can play your game tonight." She reached over and mussed Justin's hair. "Maybe we could do some fishing off the dock?"

Justin nodded. "I suppose so. That would be okay I guess."

Meg frowned. Here was yet another sign that Justin was growing up. He used to love fishing. "It'll be fun. You'll see." She slowly eased her car along the narrow lane encircling the lake. As she rounded the final curve before the cottage, she spotted a tall, broad-shouldered man walking along the side of the road. 'Something familiar about him,' she thought to herself. He smiled and waved as she approached, and she returned the wave through her open window. Then she recognized him, and eased the car to a stop.

"Who's that Mom?"

"A guy named Blake," Meg replied. "He lives in one of the cottages around here. He used to stop by and visit with your father and I."

"Oh yeah, I remember him...he used to play catch with me once in awhile."

"Yup, that's right...he's a very nice man."

Blake ambled up to the driver's side window and bent down to peer into the car. His eyes flickered quickly and casually over Meg's long, tanned legs, and her breasts straining against her blouse. He thought back briefly to the night before, when he watched her masturbating through the window. His cock stirred in his pants. He struggled to put the thought out of his mind, and he flashed a winning smile. "Well, hello Meg! So nice to see you...it's been a long time."

"It sure has Blake. What, three or four years? I haven't been up to the cabin much lately. Bill and I are...divorced. He's got the cabin now. Justin and I are staying here for the rest of the summer."

"Yeah, Bill told me you guys weren't together anymore. I've seen him up here now and again." He glanced across Meg over at Justin in the passenger seat. "And that must be Justin! My, my, the last time I saw you, you were just a little guy. But you've grown up I see. How old are you now?"

Justin smiled shyly under Blake's and his mother's admiring stare. "I just turned thirteen."

"I thought you must be about that old! So are you starting high school next year?"

Justin shook his head. "Nope. Eighth grade."

"So do you have big plans for the rest of the summer?"

Justin shrugged, and Meg chirped in. "I think Justin and I are going to relax mostly. Work on our tans, do some swimming and fishing. In fact, we were just talking about dropping a hook in the lake tomorrow to see if we can catch some big ones."

As she talked, Meg's eyes unconsciously wandered over Blake's body. He was older than she, maybe in his early 40's, but very attractive. She reminisced back a few years. Blake was attractive then, and he certainly was aging well. He was wearing a green tank top and a pair of tight faded jeans. He was muscular and richly tanned, and his biceps and shoulder muscles rippled enticingly. Her eyes flickered lower, to a subtle, yet definite bulge in his groin.

"Sounds like a wonderful way to spend a summer."

Meg looked up, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Blake paused, and he and Meg held each other's eyes. "Um, yes...". Meg cleared her throat. "We're definitely looking forward to it."

She felt a thrill course through her body, as Blake's piercing blue eyes gazed at her. She smiled awkwardly. "It's really nice seeing you again. Maybe...if you want...you could come in for a cup of coffee?"

Blake smiled broadly. "That sounds great Meg. I'd love to." He suddenly remembered the pair of panties he had stuffed inside his tank top. "Um, tell you what. I need to stop back at my house first, but I'll come by in an hour or so."

Meg broke into a wide grin. "Great! See you then."

With a wave, she shifted gears and continued down the lane. Blake watched until the car disappeared around the corner. "My, my," he said out loud. "If I play my cards right, I just might get lucky this summer." He thrust his hand inside his jeans to adjust his swelling prick.

*****

A loud knock at the front door announced Blake's arrival. Meg paused at the hallway mirror to check her hair and makeup, and then pulled the door open. The site of Blake's friendly smile greeted her. "Come on in Blake! I just put on a fresh pot of coffee." She smiled broadly, flashing her straight, pearly white teeth, and motioned him in. Blake stepped across the threshold, and paused to survey his surroundings. The cabin was just as he had remembered it. Sparsely, but tastefully, furnished.

"Gosh, it's been ages since I've been here. But the place still looks the same."

"Yeah, it never really changes. Except Bill keeps it messier now than when I was around. I've had to do a lot of cleaning up."

Blake smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry," said Meg. "I don't suppose you came here to listen to me talk about Bill and I."

"No, that's okay. It just...really surprised me that you guys got divorced. You always seemed made for each other."

Meg led the way to the kitchenette. "Yeah, I suppose it seemed that way," she said over her shoulder. "But, well...let's talk about something else, okay?"

"Sure thing." Blake had hardly heard her. His eyes were focused on her undulating buttocks as she walked ahead of him. She was wearing a loose summer dress, not form-fitting exactly, but it still didn't hide her marvelous ass. Having watched her through her bedroom window made the dress even sexier, knowing the delightful body that lie beneath. He mused that she was slimmer - a LOT slimmer - then when he had last seen her years before. She was still just a tad wider across the hips than a lot of men liked. But Blake didn't like his women skinny. Boys, on the other hand, were a different matter.

He sat at the kitchen dinette table and watched as Meg brought over a full pot of coffee and two china cups. "I know it's hot out," she said as she poured. "But I still like a good cup of coffee even on days like this."

Blake chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

"So," she said as she sat down across from him. "What's new with you? Are you still in sales?"

Blake shook his head. "No, I got out of that about two years ago. I do computer consulting for businesses, website development, stuff like that. It's kind of nice, because I get to work from home most of the time." Blake took a sip of the scalding coffee. "How about you? Still a teacher?"

Meg nodded. "Yup. Middle school. I like it." She giggled. "I don't work from home, but at least I get the summers off." She reached for the sugar bowl.

Blake nodded agreeably. "I'll bet it's nice." His eyes flickered over her chest. As she reached across the table, the top of her dress gaped open, given him a nice view of her cleavage, and the gentle swell of the top of her breasts swinging inside.

Meg sat back, and her eyes caught his. Blake looked up quickly, uncertain if she had caught him gawking. He cleared his throat. "So if you teach middle school, is Justin one of your students?"

"Nope. I teach in a different school district."

"Ah."

"I seem to remember you were really into photography."

"Yup. Still am...only as a hobby though." He laughed. "Never could make a living at it."

As they sat there chatting, sunlight streaming through the window of the kitchen and the birds chirping musically outside, a warm glow came over Meg. She had always liked Blake, but she had never needed companionship like she did now. It was so nice to sit here talking to a man. They gazed out the window in comfortable silence, watching the leaves on the old oaks fluttering in the breeze, and beyond, the gentle ripples on the lake. "You know," said Blake wistfully, "I've always been envious of the great beach in front of your place. Mine is mostly rocks, and it's too muddy to swim."

"I know. We were lucky to get this place. I really enjoy the beach. You're welcome to come over anytime, if you want to swim or work on your tan." Her eyes flickered over Blake's golden-brown, muscular arms. "Not that you really need to."

Blake's cock stirred inside his jeans at the obvious flirtation. "Well, I think I'll take you up on your offer. Can't let the tan fade you know."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Justin bolting into the kitchen, carrying his laptop computer. He stopped short at the sight of Blake.

"Hi Blake," he said shyly.

"Well, hello there sport! Nice to see you again." Blake discreetly looked the boy up and down. He quickly decided that Justin was a very cute boy, smart but shy. He was wearing little red swim trunks and nothing else. His hairless arms and legs were thin and gangly.

"Watcha' got there? A laptop?"

"Uh huh."

Meg smiled. "Justin carries that thing everywhere - mostly to play computer games."

Blake chuckled as he watched Justin roll his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that, hey Justin? Can I see it?" The boy held the slim computer out for Blake's inspection.

"That's a nice one."

"Yup, except the monitor's kinda small to play games. But it's okay I guess."

"Oh, I can see what you mean. Tell you what though. If you'd like to, you could bring it to my house once in awhile. I've got a 19" monitor you can plug into."

"Gee, that would be cool!"

"Wait a sec' kiddo," said Meg. She turned to Blake. "Are you SURE you want to do that? I mean, it's very nice of you, but his games can be pretty annoying. Guns and bombs and stuff, you know."

"Not a problem, as long as I'm not working, which is usually only in the mornings and late at night. I don't mind, really."

Meg reflected for a moment. In a way, it didn't seem right to let her little boy go to Blake's house by himself. After all, she hardly knew him. But he was *so* nice.

Justin noticed his mother's indecision. "I'll be good Mom...I won't bother Blake at all. I promise."

Meg smiled down at her son and poked him playfully in the ribs. "Okay. As long as you promise."

Blake flashed a toothy smile. "Good then. It's settled." His mind was racing...this could be good.

Justin smiled appreciatively. "Thanks Mom. I'm going to my room and play my new game." He skipped out of the kitchen, leaving his mother and Blake to continue their chat.

*****

Meg ran the material of her new swimsuit through her long fingers. She giggled like a little girl. She couldn't believe she was actually going to wear this thing. Still, it had looked good on her in the mirror in the dressing room. Why not? She was still young. Her body was getting lean and mean. Just because she wasn't a teenage bimbo didn't mean she couldn't look sexy.

She pulled her fingertips along the thin ribbon of material that formed the thong. Times sure had changed since she was young. In the old days, wearing such a swimsuit would have been too daring to contemplate, if not considered obscene. Back then, showing a little ass cheek was about all that was allowed.

Should she wear such a revealing swimsuit in front of Justin? Was it appropriate? She didn't want to stimulate his young hormones. She pursed her lips in frustration. And then she remembered that she had invited Blake to the beach. She was just getting to know the man. She didn't know if there was a relationship in their future or not, but what would he think of her if she flaunted her body in front of him? Would that ruin things? Would she seem slutty?

But those thoughts only made her feel sexy. Why *not* wear it? She liked him, and she had enjoyed his lingering stares. 'This is ridiculous', she said to herself determinedly. She was going to wear the thong, and that was that.

She stripped off her shorts and tank top, and threw them on the bed. Holding the suit bottom in both hands, she stepped into it, and wriggled it up her long legs and over her hips. 'A little snug,' she thought, 'But it'll be just right when I lose a few pounds.' She hooked a fingertip into the thong behind her, and adjusted it into the crack of her butt, working out the twists until it was lying smoothly between her cheeks. She clenched her butt, and felt the strand of material rub against her. 'Something kind of erotic about that,' she thought.

Next, she gingerly adjusted the front. She'd forgotten how little material there was to cover her crotch. No matter what she did, a few curly pubic hairs peeked out from beneath the tight material. Meg made a mental note to trim her bush the next time she took a shower. She then put on the top, tying the strings behind her. She pulled and stretched the cups until they covered her breasts evenly. When she was satisfied, she stood in front of the freestanding mirror in the corner of her bedroom and gave herself a lingering stare.

"Damn! I'm looking good!" she whispered to herself. The suit was a bit tight, but otherwise fit her perfectly, and flattered her body. The bra cups were a bit smallish...the creamy skin on the sides of her breasts was spilling out
and the tan lines from her old suit were clearly visible around pretty much the entire triangle of fabric, especially on the sides. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'A few days of tanning will take care of that.' She noticed the small bumps of her nipples pressed against the front of the material.

She thought again about Blake. Would he come to visit her today? A thrill coursed through her body. The thought of him looking at her was so...exciting. She loved her new body, and thinking of her handsome neighbor watching her in the thong...she felt a pleasant tingle in her crotch. She pulled an oversized tee shirt over her head, and, heart pounding with nervous anticipation, left the bedroom and headed for the beach.

*****

Justin was already at the beach, snorkeling in the shallows when Meg arrived. She noted sourly that he was ignoring her prohibition against swimming alone, but decided to drop it. She spread out her striped beach towel and sat down, stretching her tanned legs out in front of her. She watched her son for a while, trying to screw up the courage to remove the tee shirt. After about ten minutes of indecision, she removed the shirt and began slathering suntan lotion over her smooth, golden skin, concentrating on the less-richly tanned areas at the sides of her breasts and the much paler skin along her bikini line. She was thankful that she had sunbathed topless a few times. The tan lines along her breasts were indistinct as a result. The line along her bikini bottom, though, was a different matter. This visual evidence of just how skimpy the suit was took her aback. And that wasn't even taking into account her bare buttocks. She wondered how she was going to find the courage to flip on her stomach in front of Justin.

Meg was almost finished with the lotion, massaging it into her the skin of her shapely calves, when Justin splashed ashore, holding several colorful stones that he had found in the lake. He knelt in the sand next to Meg and held them out to her for her inspection. "Look what I found Mom. Aren't they neat?"

"Mmm, very pretty."

"I'm gonna start a rock collection." The boy paused and his eyes traveled quickly over his mother. "Is that your new suit?"

Meg licked her lips nervously, self-conscious over her son's stare. "Yup. What do you think? Does the color look good?"

"Uh-huh. I think so. Yellow looks nice on you."

"Well, thank you." She smiled at her son's compliment.

Justin's eyes flickered over his mother's chest briefly. "Um, I'm gonna go look for more rocks on the beach."

"Okay hon." Meg exhaled deeply, and watched her son scout the water's edge. So far so good. Justin had looked at her, that was for sure, but it seemed to be nothing more than harmless curiosity. She sat a few moments longer, eventually deciding to go for her daily swim rather than work on her tan. She stood up and nervously strode past Justin. She waded into the warm water. "Justin, I'm going for my swim now. Be back in half an hour. Don't swim by yourself okay? You can go back in the water when I get back."

"Okay."

Thankfully, he seemed engrossed in combing the beach for rocks. Meg continued wading, past her knees, until she felt the warm water lapping against her naked butt. She paused a moment, then plunged into the water to begin her swim, unaware that Justin's eyes had been glued to her swaying butt the whole time.