I owned a little fishing camp. It was only half a dozen small cabins and parking lots for another half dozen caravans. Not exactly a money-maker but I did turn a bit of a profit which is why I kept it. I did have other interests that provided me with a decent income and running the camp was more of a hobby than anything else. And, as a bonus, I got in a lot of fishing.
I was out and about early one spring morning. The day was shaping up to be a good one with fine weather and just a gentle breeze. Several of the cabins were occupied and there were three caravans on site. The dedicated fishers were already fishing - a couple on the wharf nearby and the rest were out in some dinghies. One of those who would be out in a dinghy would be Adam Trevallion. I knew he was out as I'd watched him leave. He was one of the keenest of the fishermen, out early and back late. Sometimes he even caught something.
Mind you, I wasn't particularly interested in Adam Trevallion. His wife, Trixie, was another matter entirely. A sweet little package was young Trixie. A slender young thing with curves in all the right places and a tendency to wear clothes that showed off those curves. She had a naturally flirtatious manner and I found her to be totally appealing.
I just ambled along until I reached the cabin that the Trevallions had rented and went on in. I didn't even need to use my key as the front door was unlocked. I headed down to the main bedroom and, on entering, I found Trixie snuggled up in bed. I'd been expecting that. She let slip in one of our little chats that she always slept in after Adam had left.
I reached for the bed covers and flipped them back, which rather startled Trixie. She looked at me with some indignation.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "And how dare you do that? I might have been sleeping naked for all you knew."
"You invited me to come over for some morning tea sometime," I gently reminded her. "And as for the fact that you might have been sleeping naked, that's why I flipped back the covers."
"By coming over for morning tea I meant at a reasonable hour when normal people are up and about. Not at oh-god-early in the morning. And I'm so sorry to foil your prurient interests by wearing pyjamas."
"Pyjamas are OK," I replied. "I always make allowances for pyjamas. They come off rather easily."
I was already demonstrating this by taking hold of her PJ trousers and drawing them down. I also managed to hook hold of her panties so that they came down at the same time.
"What the fuck! How dare you? What do you think you're doing?"
Her hands flashed down to cover her groin.
"Don't be silly," I chided her, catching her wrists and moving her arms apart. "Just lie still."
I started undoing the buttons on her pyjama top, slapping her hands away when she tried to stop me. Buttons undone I spread the sides of her pyjamas, leaving her completely exposed.
"You are amazing," I told her, a hand gently running over her, brushing across her breasts and then trailing down to soothe its way across her mons. "All pink and white, with curves that just beg to be touched."
"I most definitely do not want to be touched," she retorted. "Take your hands off me. Just what do you think you'll get out of this little expedition?"
"You're kidding me, right?" I gently tweaked a nipple that was standing erect.
"Does it occur to you that Adam will be back at any moment and will catch you?"
I just smiled and winked at her. We both knew where Adam was right then. My hand had slipped between her legs and I was rubbing her firmly, encountering no resistance whatsoever.
After a minute or two, still with no resistance, and with Trixie breathing rather hard I moved her legs apart and dropped my trousers, my erection delighted to be free of the tight constraints of my trousers.
I eased into position, my cock ready for that first delightful plunge. Even as I started with that initial thrust she still had something more to say.
"Adam is due back, you know," she gasped.
"Adam is fishing and will be all day," I riposted, slowly pushing into her.
"Adam isn't fishing. He went down the street and will be back soon. Ah, I think that's his car now."
Fucking hell! It was. I rolled off the bed and onto my feet, doing up my trousers as I did so. Trixie was giggling and pulling up her own panties and pyjamas while I high-tailed it out of that room. The back door closed behind me even as I heard the front door opening. I retreated to my own cabin in a rather disgruntled mood and a raging erection.
Later that day I was once again out and about around the camp. This time my intentions were good. I was simply checking out the place, looking to see what preventive maintenance might be needed. I was in one of the currently vacant cabins when there was a knock on the door and a voice calling hullo.
"Come on in," I called back. "I'm in here."
"Ah, hello," said the woman who appeared in the doorway. "I thought that there might be new people here and just dropped in to say hullo."
"Simone, isn't it?" I asked. "No, no new tenant just yet. I'm just checking everything out in case maintenance is required. No problems in your cabin, are there?"
"No, probably because I'm in a caravan. You could always drop in and check with Trixie to see if she needs some maintenance," she added with a giggle.
"I have no idea what you mean by that," I said repressively. "I'll be checking all the cabins as a matter of course."
"Uh-huh. Trixie mentioned that you'd been checking things out over there."
I looked at Simone more closely. Early twenties, husband certainly out fishing, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt, both of which she filled very nicely. What's more she seemed to know that I'd made a pass at Trixie but here she was, alone with me in an unoccupied cabin. And laughing at me.
