“Wait up, I’ll walk with you, I need to check on Dan,” Robin said, chasing after me.
We could see Dan at work with a gas weed-whacker down near the waterline. The path down had a decent slope to it, but not enough to make the walk difficult. The path was stone and looked as old as everything else, and just as solid. There was grass, real Bermuda grass, for about 10′ on each side of the walk, and then a stretch of 5 feet of plain dirt to the side of that, then more grass. It looked odd.
“Dan does that to keep everything else from overgrowing the grass. I think its overkill. He sprays a couple of gallons of Roundup on it every couple of months all summer. I figure it can’t be good for the environment.”
“I’m not going to second-guess him. He’s the one doing the work, and the grass looks amazing.” I had stepped off of the walkway onto the grass, which felt soft and cool under my feet. Robin fell in beside me.
We walked a few steps in silence before she spoke. “I’m sorry about last night.”
I laughed. “I’m not. It was stupid and wrong; the place and timing were horrible. Under the right circumstances it could have been one of the most sensational experiences of my life, but hell, I’ll take it as it was, and thank my lucky stars.”
“You are so bad,” she said, giving me a little bump with her shoulder.
“Look who’s talking, hot-lips.”
“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” She said turning away, as we ambled slowly along.
“I don’t want to do that; I want to get you horny, like me.” I teased. Her husband was only about 40 feet away.
“Mission accomplished. I’ve been horny ever since I started walking around wearing only a towel, one slip away from being completely nude in front of everybody.” She paused in her stroll, and did a spin for me. “Walking around with my tits out, I feel like I’m begging everybody to fondle me and have their way with me,” she said, turning back to the lake.
“So can we keep our little mistake last night a secret?” She asked me softly, turning toward where her husband was clearing out the tall weeds.
“I think so,” I told her softly. I paused to turn and walk toward the water while she peeled off to check in with her hubby.
“That’s good. I figure if I can trust you with one big secret, maybe I can trust you with more in the future. Maybe much more.” And with that she turned and walked away.
I walked out onto the dock and took a dive toward the swimming platform about 30 yards out. I used a nice easy freestyle that cut through the cool water easily, refreshing me, and making me feel 100% better. When I got to the platform I climbed up and rested for a bit, letting the warm sun beat down on me. It felt like it was in the high 80’s already.
I looked back to the cabin, which was so picturesque perched on the hill. Jill was on the porch, laying towels across the railing to dry, getting the full impact of the sun. Looking down at the water’s edge, I saw Robin had entered the lake and was swimming my way, with an easy breaststroke. How apropos. She got to the platform and climbed up the ladder to join me.