Janis was a pleasant and easy woman to talk with. Her sharp wit and ever present smile made her blue eyes sparkle with laughter as she swapped one of the many funny stories or jokes we had shared over our years working together. She was also extremely easy on the eyes, her tall thin body and full breasts filling out her professional outfits enticingly. The memory of her in a quite revealing bikini at a friend's party made that enticement all the stronger.
Over the years she had enjoyed coming by on Mondays and asking how my weekend had been; enjoying listening to me talk about the various boating, fishing or hunting trips I had been on. I love the outdoors, and had come to learn that Janis did as well. Her husband though was the type who felt like roughing it meant that the TV was something smaller than fifty inches. So she had to reign in her love of the outdoors, until recently that its. For years I had made it clear that any time she wanted to tag along for a fishing or boating trip, that she had a standing invitation. I was almost surprised when one Thursday in the late summer, she came and asked if the invitation was still open. I told her it was, and I was headed for a weekend of fishing at a lake a few hours away. I warned her we would be tent camping, and in return I got a huge smile. We agreed to meet after work Friday and leave from there.
Friday afternoon came and she loaded her stuff into my truck and we took off for the drive to the lake, and an extremely enjoyable time, chatting and just generally having a good time. While we shared a tent, I was a good boy and kept my normally horny self in check, not wanting to spoil a very good friendship. Although I certainly did enjoy the thought of stripping her naked and fucking her gorgeous body silly, I behaved. She tested my resolve on Saturday afternoon, when the sun had started to bake us, stripping her shorts and t-shirt off, leaving her sitting in the boat with an incredibly tiny bikini between her and my view of all her charms. The white string bikini was little more than a few triangles of material barely covering her large voluptuous breasts and apparently mostly shaved pussy. After watching her put sun tan lotion on all the exposed parts, I was nearly ready to rip those few triangles off. But with much restraint, I didn't even when her fingers slipped inside her almost non-existent outfit to make sure everyplace was covered with lotion.
She had made Saturday night difficult too. Sharing a tent in separate sleeping bags was one thing, but having her strip naked to change in the same tent, with me just facing the opposite wall was almost too much after the afternoon's exhibition. I had promised her I would behave myself, and with incredible effort, I didn't roll back and watch, no matter how much I wanted to, or how incredibly hard I got. I almost came in my shorts when I saw the shadow of her undressing on the tent wall, the shadow stark enough I could make out her protruding and obviously hard nipples when she pulled her shirt off and then skimmed her panties off, leaving the shadow, and her, completely naked only a few short feet from me.
I never quite looked at her the same way at work again. Each time I saw her, I saw her standing in that tiny bikini, rubbing lotion on her breasts, slipping her fingers under the triangles of material to cover even her nipples in the lotion, or her shadow slipping the last of her clothes off in that tent. In some ways it was incredible torture, and in other, it just made the relationship we shared at work more interesting. The jokes and stories seemed to be slightly more off color and a bit racier. She had started wearing slightly shorter skirts instead of pants suits and there was one corner of my normally messy desk that was always cleared off where she liked to sit, one slim leg sticking out toward me, her heel hooked on the handle of the desk drawer for support.
When she asked me to teach her to hunt I was glad that it generally required significantly heavier clothing. I wasn't at all sure that if I got her out in the woods dressed in nothing more than that bikini that I would be able to resist ripping it off and taking advantage of her.
I spent the next few weekends teaching her to shoot one of my many rifles, taking her into the woods to scout and instruct her on how deer move, and why they move. I also showed her the places on my property that I had stands set up and why these tree stands and ground blinds were placed where they were. It had been an unseasonably warm and dry fall, with the temperatures occasionally soaring into the eighty's. For both of us this meant slimming down our outdoor wardrobe to t-shirts instead of sweatshirts and coveralls. Of course this would never work for actual hunting, but for scouting and teaching, it was quite adequate.
Her attire also proved to be quite a view for me, as Janis went braless under her "wife beater" t-shirt on one particularly hot Saturday. Her large tits wiggling enticingly with each step, the thin material of the shirt showing more than I suspect she realized as it soaked with her sweat. Not that I was going to complain or even mention the fact that it was affording me a view even more revealing than her tiny bikini had. By the end of our final afternoon of checking stands and scouting the hot woods, her shirt was mostly translucent, her large pink areola and rock hard nipples fairly visible to me. Of course I was pretty sure she was enjoying the huge bulge in my shorts that required occasional readjustment.
By the time we had driven back to town, her shirt had dried and once again was its normal opaque self, but the view it had afforded me was burned into my mind for enjoyment later that evening. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate directions for the last week before deer season started.
Throughout the week she visited frequently, talking about the sign we had seen, the different stands I had set up and hopeful discussions about the weather report. She was frequently laughing and touching my arm as she sat on the corner of my desk, her stocking covered thighs tantalizingly close as I tried not to stare at them. All in all, if her intent was to tease the shit out of me sexually, she had done all the right things. Still, she was married and married women are still off the menu, especially married women at work!
Friday night finally came and I picked her up at her house, along with her gear and the gun I had loaned her. She seemed genuinely excited as we loaded the gear into my truck and departed for the hour drive to the property. Having a camper set on the land makes life a lot easier on hunting morning, but it also means that you have to take care of a lot more stuff. Janis followed me around like a puppy dog as I got the gas turned on, the refrigerator and hot water heater lit, and food stashed in the refrigerator. A generator purred away outside the trailer, providing lights and other electric, although not enough to run the air conditioning, which wasn't a normal part of hunting season. Even at nine at night it was still over seventy degrees. It could prove to make hunting a bit more difficult.
With everything finally in place, it was time to settle in and relax. I pulled the main bed out and inflated the air mattress on the bed where I normally slept. It was the only really comfortable bed in the camper, or more the point the only one that I fit into. The kitchen table could fold into a bed, but it was quite a bit shorter than I was, and the bunk bed over the main bed was, well to say the least, it was tight, with only a foot and a half clearance between the thin mattress and the ceiling. It was really only made for kids.
"So where am I going to sleep," Janis asked as I blew up the mattress.
"Well, I thought I would put you here, and I'd take the table bed."
"That doesn't look like it would be big enough for you." She said, looking dubiously at the five foot long seating area.
"Yeah, well I figure if I lay kitty corner I might fit." I said almost as a joke.
"So you're saying I'm kicking you out of your bed?"
"Oh, I don't know I would call it that."
"I would. No, we're adults. This bed is more than large enough. I don't see why we can't just share it."
