Five Dates Ch. 01

"Nuh uh, she went commando all day. She said it really got her turned on. Looks like thinking about that got you all turned on too!"

I looked down and realized that I'd not kept the shorts in front of my hardening dick, and now my significant hardon was outlined for her in the thin red spandex. "Oh damn," I said, pulling the shorts back in front of me. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she said as she stepped closer to me. She reached out to take the shorts from me and had to tug several times before I allowed her to pull them from in front of me. "If we're going to share a tent, we might as well see each other in our underwear. I mean, there isn't all that much privacy in a tent, is there?"

"I guess not," I answered quietly as she held out the shorts for me to step into.

"I understand. It's been a long time since you've had any physical intimacy with anyone. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm flattered, both that you'd pick what you did for me to wear and for the reaction on how I look in it," she said as she squatted down to pull the shorts up my legs. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"I suppose," I answered as she pulled the shorts up and let me take the waistband from her, buttoning and zipping them myself.

She reached down for the shirt and unfolded it, shaking it out to make it so I could put it on. "More than once over the years, I'd thought about what it would be like to be in bed with you...naked. If you know what I mean."

"You did?" I asked, surprised. "Did Nancy know?"

"Oh of course she did. We're sisters. We talk about all kinds of things, including how sexy someone's husband looks. I think that's why she thought she could count on me to do this. She knew that she wouldn't have to do much convincing to get me to spend the night with you a few times."

"I didn't know," I said as she held the shirt out for me.

"You weren't supposed to," she said quietly as she helped pull the shirt down over my body. "It was just between us girls, and we both knew that she wasn't about to let me get naked with you. It'd be just too much temptation. Of course, as long as I had on a bikini..."

"Yeah, I get it. Not naked but still giving me enough to look at to be interesting."

"You got it. She told me I could wear as skimpy a bikini as I wanted, as long as it was something I'd wear in public."

"Seems to me you got pretty small."

"I did, but it was worth it." She nodded. "So what's next, now that we're changed?"

I led her out of the house and used the truck to pull the boat out of the carport. With almost constant questions about what to do and how to do it, we got a hose hooked to the boat and managed to get the engine started after several attempts, which wasn't all that unusual for the first time of the season. While the engine idled a while, I fussed around inside the boat, cleaning up things from over the winter and making sure all the electronics worked. After about ten minutes I shut the engine down and asked Trish to pull the hose off the engine.

"AHHHHH! HELP!" I heard her cry moments later. I twisted to look at the back of the boat, water spraying up into the air and seemingly almost every other direction. I lept over the side of the boat to the ground nearly five feet down, and dashed around to the back of the boat, where Trish was sitting on the ground, her hands trying to stop the spray of water coming from the hose, bouncing off the back of the boat, the engine and the ground, covering her in a small deluge of water. I ran for the front of the house and turned the faucet off before jogging back. "Oh my god," she said as she sat there, soaked to the skin, holding the hose with the engine muffs on it.

I stood there and couldn't help but start laughing, not only at how she looked, completely soaked, but also the look on her face as she tried to figure out what went wrong.

"I turned the valve off and when I took it off the water just went everywhere!" she exclaimed, looking up at me.

"I told you that valve is broken. You have to turn it off at the house," I said as I tried to stop my laughter. I stepped toward her and held a hand out for her. "Come on. Let's get you a towel."

She took my hand and let me pull her up from the ground. I couldn't help but notice that the light gray shirt was practically translucent, her areola and nipples clearly showing through the thin material. The shorts weren't much better, the thin pink material sticking to her like it was glued to her, the white bikini panties she had on under, showing through every bit as much as her tits. "Come on," I said, leading her to the garage and inside the back door. "Why don't you take all that wet stuff off." I walked away from her. "I'll get you a towel!" I called back.

I walked back into the laundry room a short minute later, holding out a towel for her, found her completely naked except for her high heels, which were all she had to wear. She had one arm across her tits, covering her nipples, and the other in front of the juncture of her legs. I paused and stared at her, my body reacting to how she looked.

"What's wrong? Never seen a naked woman before? I wasn't about to wait for you to bring a towel, that water was damn cold!" she said as she moved her hand from her crotch to reach for the towel. She dropped the one from across her tits to help spread the towel out and then quickly wrapped it around herself.

I was surprised at how much she looked like Nancy, even just with the short look I had. Her tits were a little smaller, but not much, and her nipples and areola looked almost identical to Nancy's, each large, round areola covering almost a third of the front of her big, soft tits. Her mound had a small tuft of curls on it, shaped into an arrow of sorts, pointing down to her full, round pussy lips. I couldn't help but notice that her lips were shaved and there was a distinct lack of tan lines anywhere on her body.

"I have," I finally said as she worked to fix the towel around herself.

She looked at me and down at my crotch before grinning. "Okay. So do I need to ask for more clothes? Or would you rather me work in a towel the rest of the day. Not that I wouldn't, but honestly, I don't trust you not to pull it off of me, just to look at my naked body."

"Oh. Um. I'm sorry. Yeah, we can find you something to wear." I stumbled as I stood without moving for several more seconds. Finally I turned and walked toward the bedroom again.

"Too bad," I heard her say from behind me, "I was just starting to think that you might actually want me to wear this, just so you can pull it off of me, that is."

"Oh. Um. Yeah. No. I'll find something for you to wear," I said as I continued to walk, my mind swirling with the thought of actually pulling her towel off. She followed me into the bedroom and I walked to the dresser again. I dug into the bottom, pulling out another t-shirt and a pair of lightweight gray shorts. I was still contemplating if I should give her that pair of shorts, since it was definitely a pair that Nancy had worn, many times. In fact, it was a pair that she wouldn't wear in public, but would definitely wear to tease me because they were so short.

"Those will work fine," Trish said as she took the shorts from my hand. She dropped the towel, no longer even trying to hide her naked body from me as she bent to step into the shorts. She pulled them up her body, covering her pussy, well, mostly doing so. The legs of the shorts were very, very short and equally baggy, allowing me to see her bare pussy almost at will. She took the shirt from me and pulled it on, her hard nipples poking the material out at me. "There, dressed. Now, what's next?"

"Well, we have to put the boat away," I said, trying to not stare at her crotch as she stood there.

"Then, let's go do that," she said with a smile, turning and walking out of the bedroom and down the hall in her high heels.

We did put the boat away and then dug all the gear out of the shed for camping, loading it into the back of the truck. By the time we were done I was almost getting used to seeing her pussy on display in the short shorts. She offered to cook us some dinner as I parked the now loaded truck into the garage. I sat in the family room while she was in the kitchen cooking, my dick finally going down without her pussy in my face the whole time. We had a nice dinner, not unlike the ones we had frequently been sharing for the last six months, after which she gave me a kiss on the cheek before collecting her dress and heading home.

First date:

Being our first official date, I picked up Trish just before five, dinner coming from a McDonalds drive through. We had a two hour drive to the lake to complete before dark so we could get the tent pitched in the light. Whether we stayed one night or two would depend on how we felt the next afternoon. To say I had a little trepidation about this trip would be like calling the titanic a canoe. I knew that Nancy wanted me to do this. I knew also that Trish cared about me, I mean really did care about ME and not just getting these dates over with. I also knew that I hadn't been with a woman in nearly a year and this still felt kind of like cheating on Nancy. Trish did her best to engage me in conversation on the way, but I really didn't feel like talking. We got to the campground, pitched the tent, set up camp, started a fire and settled into our camp chairs to watch the dancing flames in front of us. The whole time I was more silent than talkative. My mind was busy. I barely noticed her get up from the camp chair next to me and walk to the tent.

I couldn't help but notice her when she came back, no longer in her shorts and shirt, but instead wearing a towel wrapped around her body. She came to me and picked up the chair she had been sitting in, carried it around the fire so she was across from me, her back to the road, and sat down.

"I think I need to do something to get your attention," she said as she sat across from me. Without another word, she undid the towel and spread it apart, hanging it over the sides of the chair so she was stark naked in front of me. She spread her legs and slouched down in the seat, pushing her knees as far apart as they would go. Watching me watch her, she reached between her legs and began to gently, slowly stroke her flowery inner lips, the moisture reflecting the dancing flames so that her entire pussy flickered and glowed with the orange flames. I watched her body respond to her own fingers, her nipples hardening and her areola puffing out slightly. "Why don't you show me your dick?" she said just loud enough for me to hear. "I know it's kind of early to be thinking about sex, but if you won't talk, maybe you'll at least share with me?"

"I...Um...I guess," I answered, unzipping my shorts and pulling the front of my briefs down enough to hook them under my balls. I looked up and down the road and then uncovered my hardon, allowing it to poke up from my lap.

"There you go," she said softly. Nancy was right. You do have a nice long one."

"Um, thanks I guess," I answered awkwardly as I watched her tease her own pussy.

"How about me? Do you like how I look?"

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. I do," I stammered.

"Tell me. Tell me how I look to you," she coaxed. "Pretend I'm Nancy and tell me how I look."

"You look fantastic," I whispered. Your breasts are shining with perspiration and your nipples are so hard that I want to suck on em. And your pussy. Damn. It looks so hot and wet. I bet I could plunge right into you."

"Thataboy. I love to hear a man think I look sexy. Why don't you pull those shorts down a little farther?"

"I guess I could," I answered, looking up and down the road again before lifting myself enough to slide my shorts and briefs down to my knees.

"Ohhhh yeah. Much better. I like how it looks. I like how it's bobbing slightly. Your heart must be pounding like crazy."

"It is," I whispered.

"Go ahead. You can stroke yourself. Just let it happen. Let it feel good," she whispered over the soft crackle of the fire. I reached to my dick and slowly stroked it, sliding my hand along its length, my palm drawing the pre-cum oozing from the tip down my shaft. "That looks so hot. Why don't you get rid of those shorts? I won't mind a bit."

I pushed my shorts down further, working my shoes out of them so I was nearly naked in my chair.

"Mmmmmmmm that's it. Now the shirt. Take the shirt off. Let me see your bare chest."

I paused a moment, looked up and down the deserted road again and then pulled my shirt up and off, dropping it on the ground, leaving me as naked as she was except for my shoes.

"Mmmmmmmm yes. That looks so sexy. Now, stroke yourself with me. Play with yourself and make yourself come for me. I want to see it," she whispered. I reached for my dick and began sliding my hand along it again, teasing myself while I watched her slide a finger in and out of her own pussy in time with my strokes on my shaft. "Ohhhhh yes. I'm getting so close to climax. Are you? Are you going to come for me?"

"I can," I whispered.

"Do it. Let me see it squirting all over. Let me come watching you come," she whispered huskily.

"Uh huh," I groaned softly, my hand stroking myself while I watched her playing with herself in her chair, her finger plunging in and out of her while her other hand teased and pulled her nipples. "Oh damn," I groaned as I watched her finger move faster, pumping in and out of herself faster and faster.

"Oh god Michael. Come for me. Come for me please," she moaned, the squishing sound of her finger plunging into her growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

"UHHHHH!" I grunted as my body suddenly spasmed, a huge gush of cum lancing up into the air to land next to the fire. Again and again my body jerked and more cum spewed out, leaving the space between my chair and the fire littered with strings of sticky, white cum quickly turning clear in the dirt.

"Oh fuck!" she squeaked while I was climaxing, her own body shuddering and trembling with her orgasm.

We sat across from each other, panting for breath, looking at each other. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked me softly across the fire.

"No, not really," I answered honestly before seeing a shadow slip from behind a tree by the road and quickly disappear deeper into the darkness. "Damn," I whispered.

"Damn what?"

"I think we had a watcher."

"So? Did you do anything to be embarrassed about? I think it looked damn sexy, you stroking yourself and coming like that."

"Maybe. As long as we don't get thrown out."

"I doubt we will," she said as she stood up, leaving the towel in her chair. She walked around the fire to me and bent to take my hand. She gently coaxed me up and led me to the tent. She unzipped it and guided me in and onto the air mattress. After zipping the door closed again she lay down with me, snuggling against me, one leg over mine and her head on my shoulder. "No expectations. Just sleep. It'll all look different in the morning."

Things did look different in the morning. Sometime in the night she'd gotten up and took off my boots and socks and covered us with a light blanket. She lay next to me, her head on my shoulder, one leg draped across both of mine, her soft tits pressing against my side. Nancy was right, it did feel good to wake up next to a woman, even if she was my sister-in-law. I lay there pondering all this, replaying in my mind all the things that my wife said to me in the video. I missed her so much. What was I doing? Sleeping with her sister? Why would she think that this was a good idea?

"I miss her too," Trish whispered.

"How long you been awake?" I asked.

"Long enough. It's not hard to know what you're thinking. Surprisingly, it's the same thing I am. Sometimes my sister could have a pretty weird sense of humor," she said with a soft laugh.

"The thing is, she wasn't joking. She knew exactly what I'd do. She's right. I don't feel like there will ever be love in my life again. When I met her, when I saw her the first time, I knew. I knew it was her, she was the one. I just can't believe that a connection like that can happen twice in a lifetime."

"It doesn't have to. Not all couples find that spark all of the sudden like that. Some couples don't know until it grows over weeks or months. Nancy wanted you to understand that you could love again. She thinks that these five dates will help you to understand that. I know you can too. I'm going to do my best to help you know that too. It's not about that silly money either. I'd have done this for her just for the asking because I loved her."

"How do you know I can love again?"

She tilted her face up to kiss my cheek. Her lips lingered there for long seconds, the heat of her lips flowing into my cheek. She slowly broke the kiss, pulling her lips away slowly. "Only you would ask a completely naked woman lying with you, why she thinks you can love again. Simply put, if you didn't have a huge heart, if you didn't already care enough about me to even be lying here with me, then I'd say that you might not have the capacity. But I know you. I feel you, here with me. You have the ability to share so much love. I've seen how you loved her and how much love you have to share. Yes, it's going to be hard. There's a hole in you that you feel like will never be filled. But trust me on this. You will find love again."

"I'm not so sure. I just feel so empty right now."

"I know. It'll take time. You're not going to get over this in one night or one date or anything like that. It's going to take time."

"Okay, so what do we do while I wait."

"Wait?"

"For time to pass."

"Honey, you're not supposed to wait for time to pass. You're supposed to engage. So, why don't we get up, make some breakfast together and then go put that boat in the water. I'm dying to show you my new bikini."

"New bikini?"

"What's my job here today?"

"I dunno. Make me think about loving?"

She laughed softly. "Of course not. If I try and do that what do you think you'll think about? No, honey, your wife knew you better than you think. That's why she put such an emphasis on having sex. She knew that to you, sex was more than the physical act. It was about emotional contact. If you can find yourself having sex with someone, and enjoying it, then you'll have taken the first step. That's why my job is to tease and entice you. It may be with me, it may not. I kind of hope it will be, but then, you're the driver of that train. All I can do is to tease you and seduce you. I'm going to try to coax you into any sexual encounter that I can. Last night, that was kind of like first base. We looked and touched ourselves. I'm hoping the bikini I bought will get us at least to second or maybe third base. After that? Who knows." She said with a grin. "Now. I've gotta go pee."

I shook my head in bewilderment and then nodded to her. We climbed from bed and dressed in shorts and t-shirts for the walk to the bath house and the bathrooms. I was surprised at the number of campers that had shown up since we came in the evening before, including a small dome tent staked out in the site next to ours that I hadn't remembered seeing. If I'd have realized that there was another tent so close, I might not have done what I did the night before in front of the fire.

We cooked breakfast together, Trish frequently bumping into me or rubbing against me very intentionally, "Just to try to get a rise out of you", as she put it. I had no doubt about just exactly where she wanted to see that rise, based on the rather frequent rubs in that area.

After breakfast we put the boat in the water, Trish driving the truck and trailer back around to the campsite while I ran the boat around and anchored it in the little cove just down the hill from our campsite. I walked back up and parked the truck and trailer, Trish not being particularly good at backing a trailer. By the time I got it parked Trish had disappeared into the tent to put on her swim suit.