I was probably naive to think it would be just another ordinary summer at our house. In retrospect, I was woefully credulous, but not in a bad way. I presumed the summer would pass quietly for me when my wife decided to tour Europe for six weeks with my sister.
When these events took place I'd been married to Jill for about five years. I make my living as a writer, and she's from a well-to-do family and has never had to work. We live comfortably in a quaint village twenty five miles up the Hudson River from New York City. When we married I was in my middle forties and Jill approaching fifty. She had two children from a previous marriage -- a son and a daughter -- and I had heretofore been a lifelong bachelor.
Jill's son Andy lives in Atlanta, trying his hand at acting. Her daughter Mia was home that summer having just graduated from college. To be honest, I was a little nervous about Mia living there while her mother was gone. A middle-aged guy home for an extended period with his attractive 22-year-old stepdaughter invites salacious tittle. A couple of friends even unkindly kidded me about it.
When I married her mother, Mia was mostly grown and I never made any pretense toward parenthood with her. She was too old for such nonsense and I wasn't inclined, so we developed a friendly relationship that made life a lot easier for all. Mostly we left each other alone.
When I asked if she was concerned about Mia staying with me the whole summer, Jill waved me off. "You won't even know she's here. She's got her friends and tennis at the club. Just make sure she has enough money."
"Fair enough," I replied, relieved that my planned routine wouldn't be disturbed. When I wasn't working I wanted to take my sailboat out on the lake near our home as much as possible.
Mia was and remains a lovely young woman, with golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that can be either angelic or devilish, sometimes both at once. She'd just graduated from a tony private college in New England and planned to stay at home before going to graduate school in New York City. She seemed delighted to have the run of the house for the summer, and unfettered access to her mother's red Mercedes.
After commencement her bags had barely landed in the front hall before she was off with a wave to go out with some girlfriends. I was frankly surprised she didn't have a young man, or even two, on the line. As the old song went, men clustered to her like moths around a flame. Her killer body played a part in that.
Just to be nice, I took several trips up and down the stairs to lug Mia's accumulated campus possessions to her room. I stacked it all at the foot of her bed, shaking my head, thinking about how we loaded all this in the rented van just a few days before, right after commencement, and she had driven it home, taking a circuitous route with a two-day stopover when she dropped her roommate at home in Connecticut. Then come August it would be loaded up again and shipped to Mia's apartment in the city.
Though the solstice was still several weeks away, I guess summer unofficially arrived with the appearance of all that gear. I had a sudden memory of my college graduation, thirty years before. It was hard to imagine so much time had passed, which depressed me a little as I returned to my downstairs study and work.
My wife loves to help people, and her project that summer was my younger sister, Kim, whose divorce had gone through the previous winter. Of course, Kim was depressed and lonely with seemingly few prospects after fifteen years of marriage. Although she had been granted the house in the settlement, living alone was an adjustment, so Jill frequently invited her to our house. Jill also hit upon the idea of this summer sojourn to Europe as the perfect antidote for the post-divorce blues. She took care of all the arrangements. The run to the airport for the flight to Paris was the following Tuesday. I saw Jill and Kim off on their adventure and then came home to survey what my summer would look like without my sexy wife to keep me company.
A few days later, I was swimming some laps in our backyard pool when Mia and her friend Lena came out of the house in their swimsuits. I didn't realize Mia had company, but it didn't bother me. Lena is a nicely-curved girl with large natural breasts and a sweet smile that shows her prominent front teeth, and adorable dimples. Lena and Mia grew up together, but Lena's parents were divorced and couldn't afford to send her to a swanky private school. She attended college at a nearby state school.
"Hey, Den," Mia called to me when I stopped and saw them. "Will it bother you if we lay out?"
"Of course not," I responded in a friendly tone, and said hello to Lena.
The girls spread their towels on a couple of deck chairs and stretched themselves out to enjoy a beautiful late spring day. I continued swimming while they chatted. Both had their long blonde hair tied fetchingly in buns to keep dry.
A few minutes later I glimpsed them getting into the water, sitting chest deep on the steps in the corner. On the homeward length I could catch glimpses of Lena's delicious body when I turned to breathe. Normally I prefer to look at women around my own age, but sometimes a young knockout comes into my field of vision and I can't help but notice, otherwise I might be declared clinically dead.
After several more laps it was time to get out. Touching the wall and raising my head, the girls applauded.
"Well done!" Lena exclaimed with a bright smile.
"Now if I can just haul myself out," I responded. Somehow I managed and went over to my chair and toweled off.
Mia and Lena continued talking and laughing, but I didn't hear much of their conversation. I decided not to be an aging third wheel so instead of laying down on the deck to relax, I went inside and took a shower.
As the sun inched toward it's apex, Mia came in and asked me if I was interested in taking the two of them out for dinner that evening. I had no plans so I agreed, knowing I was just the wallet and wheel-man, but what the hell; I needed to eat someplace.
By 6:30 we found ourselves seated in a booth in a popular local Italian place. Mia and Lena talked animatedly about their summer plans, but the first thing they wanted to do was spend a weekend relaxing and having fun. I figured two beautiful 22-year-old girls should have no trouble finding a good time.
As we ate, I asked a few leading questions and Lena asked me about the book I was working on (more like rolling up a hill, but no matter). They talked about authors they liked to read, some good, and some not so good. The literary taste of the young is frequently underdeveloped. What was not underdeveloped was inside Lena's tank top. It took all the discipline I could muster to keep from even glancing at her fantastic cleavage. Surely she gets tired of guys drooling at her all the time.
Lena broke up with her boyfriend a few months before and was taking a break from dating to hang out with her friends. I was confident that whenever she wanted to re-enter the scene she would have no trouble hooking a man.
Both girls were acting a little flirtatious with me, but I marked that down as nothing more than being the guy paying the bill. Women that age are just discovering the awesome power they have to get what they want from men, even married ones, without going too far.
After dinner we drove back to the house. Mia invited Lena to stay the night, so I retreated to the den tucked in a cozy corner of the big house to watch an old movie and stay out of their way. They were still awake when I trudged upstairs to bed at 11:00. I dozed off to the aroma of popcorn wafting through the house.
Around 1:45 in the morning I awoke to a noise coming through the open window across from the bed. I went over to see what it might be and got the surprise of my life. In the darkness of the back yard below I could see two figures quietly moving around in the water. It was Mia and Lena. They were skinny dipping! The sound that roused me must have been excited laughter, but they spoke to each other in hushed tones.
I shouldn't have, but I could not resist the temptation to watch for a little while and quietly positioned myself so I could see them without myself being spotted if they chanced to look in my direction. Mostly I wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of Lena. Her fabulous body was the stuff of male fantasy, and maybe some women!
It was a calm, clear, moonless night and the girls left the outside and pool lights off for their surreptitious swim. From the upstairs window I could see just well enough to perceive the outlines of their figures. Seeing Mia naked was a little angst-inducing, but I got used to it. Both girls were completely uninhibited with their bodies, something I find irresistibly sexy.
For a few moments I was treated to the delicious sight of Lena floating lazily on her back, her big tits suspended just below the surface of the water. I could also make out a thick triangle of pubic hair, which pleased me. I have a strong preference for the womanly look of a full muff, and have never enjoyed the unnatural look of women with their pubes trimmed too closely or completely shaved. Mia was still swimming around so I couldn't see if she too went against the current fad and eschewed overly aggressive grooming south of the equator. In any case, I was too busy watching Lena.
Having the requisite dirty mind of the standard adult male, I wondered if the two girls would get the urge to start making out in the pool. I had no evidence that either one was inclined to ride that bus, but just the thought added to my growing erection. If they started kissing I was going to lose it!
