"You get a line, and I'll get a pole, and we'll go fishing in the crawdad hole..."
The chorus of young voices finally faded out as Nicole, her two sisters, and their seven kids made it back to camp from their fishing spot on the lake. Despite the still early hour, the heat was already oppressive. Fortunately, there was an easy cure for that.
"Okay, everyone put your fishing poles away and get your swimsuits on," Nicole said, gesturing with the stringer full of the morning's catch while she pushed a lock of sandy-blonde hair off her cheek because it was tickling her.
The kids all cheered and ran toward the tents - at least most of them did. Nicole rolled her eyes as her son strolled behind, doing his thirteen-year-old best to look cool. He was going to be a problem soon. She could just sense it.
"You sure you don't want help cleaning those?" her sister Wendy asked.
"It will be hard enough for you and Stacy to corral all of them. I can use the peace and quiet for a little while. I'm the only one with a teenager."
"I'm going to go get ready then." A lopsided grin spread across her face, and she surreptitiously pointed toward the corner tent of the camp before heading toward her tent to change into her swimsuit.
Nicole turned that way and rolled her eyes again. She crept up as quietly as she could on her youngest sister, who was hiding in the tent peeking out the screen window. Even though she was fairly certain of what she would see, a glance in the direction Stacy was looking revealed three young men - cut and shirtless - camped not too far away. They looked to be fresh out of high school, and she knew for sure that one of them was.
"What are you doing?" she asked when she was standing in the doorway.
Stacy jumped and gasped, her face turning beet red. "Nothing."
"Oh, give me a break. They're delicious."
"I'm sure Randy would think so."
"I'm married - not dead. And you're neither. You could do more than look and daydream."
Nicole shook her head. "I'm sure we'd have a lot to talk about."
"Who said anything about talking?" Stacy said and twitched her eyebrows before grabbing the zipper and closing the tent door.
Chuckling from catching her sister mentally robbing the cradle, she still couldn't resist a quick glance in the young men's direction before walking away. She had to agree that they were all delicious, but one of them had a major negative in his column. He was her manager's son, and if the apple hadn't fallen a hundred miles from the tree, she'd probably just as soon strangle him as anything else.
A quick walk brought her to the dining fly, where she gathered up everything she would need to clean the fish. Some of the bluegill were so small that they weren't even worth it, but the kids had caught them, so they'd end up tiny little fillets in the pan anyway. The largemouth she'd caught would make up for a few of them, but even the full stringer wasn't enough for an actual meal for so many.
The kids - even her son - were ready long before her sisters, and milled around impatiently. Finally, Wendy and Stacy came out dressed in their swimsuits, but covered by shorts and t-shirts. Whether that outer layer came off or not depended upon how crowded the beach was, most likely.
Wendy gave the marching orders and led everyone toward the cars for the drive to the beach on the other side of the lake. In the process of packing everything in a cooler before heading to the fish cleaning station, Nicole saw something out of the corner of her eye and let out a little laugh.
One of the young men her sister had been ogling was making a gesture with his hands, obviously talking about the size of their breasts. Apparently, that salient feature overshadowed the weight they'd both put on - not that it was much.
She wasn't so lucky, and had come out of the breast lottery less gifted than her siblings. She'd never had any complaints, but her chest simply didn't stop traffic the same way her two sisters did with their D cups. Fortunately, she only had one child and no husband to deal with any more, so she had more time to work out. She could wear the same size clothes she'd worn when she was twenty again, though the sprinkling of gray hairs and inevitable force of gravity on her butt and boobs meant nobody would ever mistake her for that young.
The three boys kept their eyes on her sisters, obviously engaged in crude sexual banter the whole time. She was going to have to tell them about that as soon as she got the chance. Finding out that they'd both abandoned bikinis in favor of one-piece suits this year had made her a bit sad, and showed self-consciousness that a little attention from hot young men might help.
With everything gathered up, she headed for her own car, putting the cooler in the front seat and the stringer full of fish into a tub she'd put in the trunk for exactly that reason. When she closed the trunk, she cast a quick glance in the direction of the young men's camp, and saw that her sisters weren't the only ones attracting attention.
As much as she wished it didn't, having them check her out felt pretty good. She'd all but given up on finding romance some time ago, and now she was getting discouraged with even finding Mr. Right Now, as opposed to Mr. Right.
Saying she was in a dry spell was a bit like saying the ocean was wet.
Between staying up late making S'mores the night before and the near constant activity all day long, the kids were dropping off fast as Nicole sat around the campfire with her sisters. She, on the other hand, had turned in early because she'd been up late the night before the annual summer trip, finishing something for work that easily could have waited - if her manager wasn't a bitch.
An especially strong breeze combined with the cooling night air to create a pleasant contrast to the heat of the day, but it had other effects on Nicole as well. She shivered, and said, "I'm going to tinkle."
Her sisters nodded, and Wendy yawned. Both looked tired, and likely wouldn't be up very long after the last of the kids went down for the night. Not trusting that there would be any in the restrooms, she grabbed a roll of toilet paper from her tent before making the short walk.
On the way back, the moon reflecting off the lake caught her attention, and she wandered off the road to stand on the shore and look at it for a while. While she enjoyed the quiet moment, she thought of a way to make it last a little longer, since she was likely to be up by herself for a while anyway. Decision made, she angled back toward the road while still progressing toward camp.
As it happened, her path took her directly behind the tents of their 'neighbors'. They were drinking beer and apparently hadn't noticed her approaching in the moonlight. She slowed and then stopped to listen, still completely concealed by the tents.
" ... they're sisters?"
"Sort of look alike."
"Who cares. They're genuine Milfs."
"Just them, too. Camping and fishing with the kids."
"And hungry for some dick."
The sound of high fives followed that.
"Love to motorboat those tits. Damn."
"I'll take the one with the dark streaks. Fuck. Did you see her in that bikini?"
"Hell yeah. Love to put her knees back by her ears."
A crooked grin spread across her face and she chuckled under her breath, knowing the last two were talking about her.
"Colby hooked up with a chick like that last year. Said she couldn't get enough. No playing games. They just want to fuck."
"That redhead? Oh, hell yeah..."
Bemused that she'd happened by just as the three were talking about her and her sisters, she left when the conversation turned to other women - if not other subjects. She backtracked a little so it wouldn't be obvious that she was within earshot, and then walked straight across to the road. When she saw their campfire out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't resist adding a little strut to her step, assuming that they could see her in the moonlight.
The last of the kids had crawled into their tents by the time she walked back into camp. Her sisters were obviously preparing to bed down as well. "Done in?" she asked as she walked up to the fire.
"Mmm hmm," Stacy answered.
"Are you staying up?" Wendy asked.
"I think I'm going to take a couple of poles down to the lake and see if I can't catch enough catfish to get us closer to a meal tomorrow."
"Wish I could keep my eyes open. That sounds fun," Wendy remarked.
Stacy let out a snort. "And leave me with all the kids? I don't think so."
"Speaking of that ... Would you mind if I slept in a little in the morning? If they're biting, and it's worth staying out, that is?"
Stacy yawned and waved her hand as she headed for her tent. "That's fine. You herded all the kids down this morning and gave us time to wake up. Not like you'll be able to sleep too late, once the sun comes up."
"Good luck. I'd rather have catfish anyway," Wendy said by way of her answer.
That decided it, and Nicole headed over to grab her gear. The three poles, battery lantern slung over her shoulder, and the bag with the nightcrawlers and some extra tackle was cumbersome, but more or less manageable.
The moon provided plenty of light for most of the journey, then the light from a shelter house covered a walk through the trees near the lake. It was only for the brief distance between where the light faded and the trees opened up to the lake shore that she had to pause and turn on the lantern to guide her steps.
.... There is more of this story ...