.. do you swim?" Yes. Why?" I swim every day. Meet me at the pool after four and I'll tell you my sad story."I did a quick visual survey. "How sad can...it be? You don't seem to be missing limbs or anything..."She looked over my shoulder. "That guy's waving for you. I expect you to be there at four?" Sure." I trudged back to give further directions. I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and stowing clothing and gear for my life with roots. Hooked up my entertainment electronics. Checked out. After dinner, we kicked back and watched some television. As I was flipping channels, I came across a documentary about an outfitter up north. We learned that he used sled dog teams for transportation and took tourists out into the wild for a winter camping experience.Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea. I asked Dawn if she would like to try winter camping up in the wilderness area. I had attempted it years ago and the trip had gone very smoothly. We were nearing the end of February, so the. I told myself, you just got to meet that gorgeous lady." You, Chet, are full of compliments, but I am a married woman." If you were married to me, I would never let you alone on this beach...eh, eh..." Stevie." Figures. A hot name for a hot woman." Oh, now I am hot."The more I looked at him, the more I liked this man of color. He was in shape and was well endowed by our Maker. He made no bones about looking me over and showing himself to me. I did not hesitate to look."Watching you walk back. I started to shower, and again let my fingers stroke my cunt, rubbing my clit, sliding between the lips of my twat, pushing two fingers inside. My eyes were closed and I was loving the sensation as I wanked myself. With one hand I was soaping my breasts, while the other hand was playing with my sex, I was now rubbing hard…….I needed to cum…..“Come on slow coach” I heard her shouting. “We don’t want to miss lunch”“Fuck” I said to myself, and with a wrench, I pulled my fingers away from my.