(Complete fantasy based on bits of reality)
This late in the season, the local nude lake can be empty even when the sun shines in a clear blue sky on a warm day. A woman a decade older than me was almost ready to walk from her parked car to our normal section when I parked my motorcycle. Earlier in the season her car had had an electrical problem, stalling in the gravel lot. I had helped her out, though there was nothing I could determine or fix. Pushing it into a luckily empty spot was the temporary solution. She had been quite grateful, almost too much so, as it was the sort of thing I do normally. Helping out is not much of a problem, especially when making it easy for me to leave instead of creating a traffic mess in the crowded parking lot as more people arrived.
Walking along the path, we chatted about how unusual the weather was, her remarking how empty the parking lot had been compared to when I had helped her. We set our blankets down on drier than expected grass. I undressed as she stood in the sun for a bit, looking at her as she took off her white t-shirt, with her customary blue bikini top underneath it. With familiar people, no need to look away as they dress or undress at a nudist area.
As we kept talking, there was mention of kids and how she was happy to not worry about them, then saying something about my wife and own kids. Explaining I was divorced, she said she knew. Then asked, straightforwardly, what had happened, something I have not really told anyone this way. Following on the discussion's path, I said a good part of it involved her wanting a third child, something completely against my wishes. Leading to some strange distortions involving sex that grew worse.
Taking off her top facing me, seeing how her well tanned breasts appeared in the light, intrigued as always by their lovely fullness, and the way her nipples pointed somewhat downwards. The sight of a topless woman in jeans is something that I always find sexy, and starting to talk about the past involving my love life made me quite aware of having an exposed cock. Asking what distortions meant, she sat down to take off her jeans, still facing me. I explained how my ex wife had insisted, a couple of years after having a second child, that the only sex she would have with me meant unprotected sex, especially at the peak of her cycle.
I kept looking between her open legs, seeing a bit of hair on the sides of her bikini bottom. Her undressing was nothing new, knowing that she did not shave between her legs, something I always appreciated seeing. Having started to talk about marital details, a certain temptation kept growing while speaking and looking. Something that became a minor issue, my cock starting to twitch subtly. Telling her another thing that divided us was her wanting to shave her sexy bush, looking like a girl, not a wife.
You like a woman's bush she said, I have noticed how you like seeing mine. Explaining to a degree the way her undressing had seemed more inviting than usual. The reaction those words caused was less subtle, though I tried to remain matter of fact, saying she did have a pretty bush, and that unshaved women were rare compared to a couple of decades ago. Her smile, after glancing at my cock, confirmed she knew that I was not lying, but not saying everything.
