"So what? We got out didn't we? Wasn't that what you wanted, to escape?"
Jerry frowned and shook his head. "Sure. But not to go camping. I want some action."
Abe put his arm on Jerry's shoulder and whispered, "Geraldo, we are closer to action than you know."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we've got it made," Abe smugly said. "That guy waved to someone when he left and I'll bet my last dollar it's a female. A broad."
"Aw, shit, Abe," Jerry groaned. "Let's find a city. There'll be more snatch we can ever handle if we can just get to a city. Why the fuck bother some poor slobs out here on vacation!"
"Because I don't know where the fuck the city is, dammit!" Abe hissed. Then he looked hungrily down at the cabin. "But I figure the lady down there does. And there's a car too. We can talk her into giving us some breakfast, maybe find some other clothes, take the car and go to your damned city."
"Sure, while she calls the cops," Jerry said. He didn't go for Abe's ambitious plan.
"If there's a phone we'll rip it out. We'll be hours away before she can call for help anyway," Abe added. The more he talked about it the more he liked the idea.
"I don't know," Jerry mumbled. Then he glanced down at the lake and his eye was caught by a glow of yellow, yellow with touches of red, red and yellow surrounding a much more appealing color… the color of dark-tanned flesh.
"You got any better ideas?" Abe asked. He looked at his longhaired comrade with a frown. "You said you wanted out of the slammer and I got you out, you said you were going nuts in there and wanted some action… now I figure we got action right under our nose and you start backing out."
Jerry angrily spit and said, "Look! You want to go down there and terrorize some guy's wife, go ahead! I'll sit tight and watch for her old man to come back. If you don't get your thick head shot off, I'll join you for breakfast."
Abe laughed and slapped Jerry on the back. "You're all guts, Geraldo, all guts."
"My name is Jerry."
"Okay, you keep your eyes open, no siestas I'll go down and introduce myself. And if she's halfway decent I'm gonna fuck her on the spot… that's the best way to let her know I mean business. Real business."
"Just get the car… "
"We'll have plenty of time to get the car. First, I'm going to make up for a lot of lost time, a lot of missed pussy," Abe said with a grin.
"She's probably sixty years old," Jerry mumbled.
"Then she can take out her false teeth and suck my bone," Abe added as he started down the mountain side.
Jerry followed Abe until he found a spot much closer to the cabin where he could see everything, the car, the lake, the interesting body floating on the yellow air mattress. He watched Abe stumble downhill and grinned, the old fool hadn't even seen the beautiful young girl out on the water… he was too distracted by what he hoped to find in the cabin. Jerry settled back, stretched his muscular arms and reminded himself that patience pays off. The sweet thing out in the water would eventually have to come ashore.
Abe cursed as a limber tree branch whipped at his face. With a snarl he clumsily tripped into the clearing behind the cabin. He took a few seconds to make sure everything was quiet before hunching over and sneaking up to the rear of the small building. Cautiously, exhibiting his years of practice at burglary, Abe edged up to a window and peered inside. The room was empty.
He heard water running and slipped around the corner of the building. Another, smaller, window showed whisps of steam coming from the two-inch opening at the bottom. Abe slowly moved into place and peeked inside. He saw the bathroom, a small, rustic room with toilet, sink and shower. A stall shower, and it was occupied.
The bushes were fairly thick next to the window and Abe moved his face right up to the sill, he knew no one could see him, he would blend into the shadows like a little bumblebee on a leaf. When the water stopped he inhaled, then the slender, graceful arm reached from the shower curtain to grab a towel and he exhaled. It was definitely the arm of a woman.
Little shivers of anticipation ran through Abe's thick-limbed body as he impatiently waited. Then a leg, a dripping-wet, curving leg stepped from the shower stall. He held his breath. She backed out while bending down to pick up the soap and presented Abe with everything he wanted to see. There was no doubt about it, this was absolutely a woman.
Abe gulped. He stared at the flawless beauty of her freshly washed legs and the haughty way the thighs curved up to become the round cheeks of her ass. Like two hugging melons the ovals of stark white flesh stretched back, a deep, shadowed crack ran between them down to the delicate mass of pulpy skin and hair.
The pink lips of her cunt hung enticingly from the pulpy flesh of the foreskin. Wisps of brown hair had minuscule beads of water on them, her ass shone, her snatch glowed, her whole rear end was thrust back like an offered apple. Abe's hand unconsciously moved down to his own crotch and kneaded the growing firmness of his suddenly awake cock.
When Beth stood up and put the soap away he finally saw her breasts. They were small but firm and had ripe red nipples the size of quarters. Abe liked bigger tits, but he wasn't disappointed, she was so well built everywhere else it more than made up for the lack of a few ounces of fat. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow her arms graceful and as she shook her hair after removing the shower cap he saw how well it all moved. His rough hand clamped tight to the now stiff pecker straining in his pants.
Abe watched intently as she dried her legs and then brought the soft towel up to her cunt and briskly rubbed. He realized how excited he was, how close his cock was to exploding right inside his tight pants. It had been three, no, three and a half years since he had a piece of ass… three and a half painful, agonizing years with nothing to enjoy but the occasional mouth of one of the new inmates at the pen.
Abe slipped back from the window and looked around. Everything was still so he crawled to each window of the cabin and looked inside. Not for more women but to make sure the one he saw was alone. Nice and alone, no one to disturb the ending of his three-and-a-half year drought.
Beth dried herself completely and looked in the mirror. Her tan was improving, she wasn't like Jane who could take a whole day of sun without burning. She opened her suntan lotion and spread it liberally on her arms, shoulders, and legs before reaching for the one-piece swimsuit hanging from the hook next to the mirror.
She had one foot inside before stopping herself. With a grinning shrug she stepped out of the suit and turned to the small cabinet next to the sink. It had been in there since they arrived; once Beth saw Martin's reaction to Jane's scanty string bikini she decided to wait before showing him hers. But he was gone now halfway back to his hot-assed little slut in the city, and she was at least going to enjoy her new suit.
She took it from the drawer. It was blue. Blue and excitingly brief. Beth and Jane had bought them at the same time. Jane had talked her into it by asking if she was ashamed of her body. Beth couldn't think of an answer, so she bought one too, but she knew Jane was disappointed when her mother failed to wear it Now she'd surprise her daughter.
Beth hooked the top on first; she used the third button in, not the last one like Jane. She shrugged, Jane had more to fill her top with fortunately she got her breasts from her father's side of the family. And, even more fortunately, Beth decided, she got the rest of her body from her mother. A good, strong body without fat or stubby legs.
When she tugged the bottoms up her legs Beth felt totally naked. The suit was scandalous! But it was exciting. Nothing but thin bits of string holding the triangles of blue covering her crotch and just making it over the proud curve of her rump. The folds of her buns and abundant flesh were left uncovered white flesh, sleek, pale skin in need of a suntan. Beth added an extra coating of lotion to the many white areas left exposed before leaving the bathroom.