The beginning of it all -- still at Mystic Beach -- part 2
We lit a fire using driftwood from the beach and cooked dinner in the evening after everyone had gone. It was still warm but we could see the smoke from a couple of other fires down the beach and from the shelters back in the trees. There were probably a dozen or so people camped out there. It didn't attract too many day trippers as it was a pretty steep hike down and back out again. It was mainly folks looking to spend a little quiet time that were there. There was lots of room and places to be so it really had quite a private feel to it. It was so lovely there that we thought we'd stay another couple of days.
It was a cool start to the next day with the sea fog rolling in early in the morning. We lit another fire to make coffee and sat around it waiting for the fog to burn off. After it did we stripped off again and headed back down the beach to the waterfall.
On the way back we stopped to chat with a couple of lovely older women sitting on blankets in a large driftwood enclosure that sheltered them from the wind. They looked like they were in their early 50's and looked to be very comfortable with their bodies. One was knitting away and the other one was reading. They said they were a couple and had been coming here for over 20 years now and over that time had fashioned a lovely little 2 roomed shelter back behind where they were set up on the beach. Jane was taller and thinner than Olive. She was fair haired with lovely long nipples on her saggy breasts and a very thick pubic bush. Olive was dark haired and had a more solid body with small breasts, a generous waistline and hips, thick dimpled thighs and an ass to die for, at least in my opinion. Her body looked like a more mature version of what Dee's would probably be like one day
"Sounds like you folks were having a bit of fun yesterday," Olive said, "we could hear bits of it even down our way."
"Yes," Dee replied. "We picked up some company on our way back from the waterfall and we all played together for a while."
Jane said, "They were sure giving you the eye as you came past us."
"Much more than the eye shortly after that tho'. It was a good time for all," I said.
"It looks like the photographer that eventually worked his way up to you too," noted Jane.
"That he did. He took a few shots of us all," I said.
"He's here frequently in the summer," Olive commented, "not so much other times tho'. It's quite lovely in the late fall and early spring. Hardly any folks around at all just a couple of year-rounders living farther back in the woods. It looked like you made his day too."
"That we did," I replied, "in more ways than one."
Both women grinned at that. They invited us back to the shelter in the trees and Jane made some tea. There with lots of room in the kitchen/sitting room that opened into a decent sized sleeping room complete with a plexiglass skylight built into the driftwood roof behind it. A large wooden cable spool served as a table with a couple of cobbled together benches and stumps served as seats.
Jane was starting to pay a lot of attention to Dee now, sitting close to her on the bench and coming on and touching her during the conversation. Dee was certainly not shying away from any of that and was encouraging her advances all the while. I was sitting with my back against a wall beside Olive. It was pretty clear what was in the offing now.
