Lake Resolve, Chapter 1

by DudetoDude

The divorce had been emotionally nasty. The cheating bastard lied to me for five out of the six years we were married. Fortunately we didn't have any children so after the divorce, we agreed to split everything down the middle. We each had half the debts and half the assets and that was the end of that. Two years later, at 30, I'm single and still harbor a hatred and lack of trust towards men.

I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher but I became less and less enthusiastic and more recluse since the divorce. I focused all of my energies around work and less with social activities. My sex life had gone from bad to non-existent except of course my obsession to masturbate, which was my refuge for relief.

As the summer break got closer Amy Jenkins, another teacher at the school, middle aged and a good friend when I needed one, offered to let me use her cabin. She knew I was a little broke and probably couldn't afford a cruise or something like that, and she also knew I needed a well-deserved break to help me confront and resolve some of scares that still lingered as a result of the divorce.

Amy and John had owned a cabin on the lake for years and when they relocated to the states from Canada, they decided to hang on to it figuring it might be a retirement option for them later on. Amy told me that it would be an ideal place to inspire me to write my book and help heal some lingering personal hurts.

Amy and her husband had not used the cabin in years and all she asked was that I clean up around place and stack some wood for next winter since they planned on getting up there for Christmas. Amy had drawn me a detailed map, made a list of how to turn on the water, electricity and told me to make sure I arrived in the daylight because it's so dark at night I'd never find the roads. Perfect I though, all by myself to think things over and get my life back on track. My life has been on hold since the divorce and now with two glorious months on my hands, I might even be able to start that book I've put off for so long.

The trip from Ohio to the Northern Ontario cabin by car was twelve hours and I decided to stop overnight in Toronto to take in the sights before heading up north to the cabin. Amy was right. The lake was remote and peaceful and the forests were breathtaking. The cabin looked a little run down but rather quaint and definitely secluded. It had a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a cozy sitting area with a large stone fireplace and two large windows, one on each side that afforded a clear view of the lake. The cabin did have some luxuries, a satellite dish antenna, a fridge and stove, a small shower and simple furniture. The location was breath taking. The cabin was on the edge of Lake Resolve surrounded by dense forest, very private and secluded.

It was around four in the afternoon when I got there and I decided to get my things unpacked and go over the checklist Amy had written out or me. With all of that now done, what now? Here I am all alone and excited about this new adventure, and reassuring myself that this was a good idea.

After fixing something to eat I decided to try out the TV. Amy was right, here were only two snowy local channels but there was always the VCR. Amy told me about the general store and they had a limited amount of videos I could rent and had decided to venture out there tomorrow. I made a nice cup of coffee, sat on the deck and enjoyed the view as the Sun set on the peaceful glass like water.

I noticed there was a telescope in the cabin and I set it up outside on the deck and scanned the shoreline for civilization just before the water extinguished the light of the setting sun. I could see other cottages spotted along the lake in between trees and most were very secluded. This was so beautiful I thought that I wanted to sit out for a while longer. I went inside and slipped into my robe, and with nothing on underneath, I settled back on the rocking chair outside on the deck and listened to the night.

The night before when I was in Toronto the bright lights of the X rated video store signs on Young Street caught my attention and I figured what the hell, nobody knows me here, I bought a couple of XXX rated movies to add to my growing collection at home figuring it would be a long summer. I decided that tomorrow night I'd watch one and fuck myself into frenzy. God I needed it I thought to myself.

It had been at least two years since I was fucked and thinking to myself, what a looser I am. I've gone out on three dates since my divorce and all three turned out to be jerks. Here I am at the prime of my life and I have to resort to vibrators and fingers. Ah that reminds me, good thing I brought it. There was no one around to bug me, and no one around to worry about. The night was so siren and the half moon was glimmering over the quiet water. I stood out on the porch and let my robe open free to enjoy the night. The air was warm but my nipples still went instantly erect and aching to be touched.

I thought about my body, and for thirty, I still looked great. Most say I look much younger since I'm only 5'5", 125 pounds. I keep my blond hair shoulder length and my best features are my face and legs. My measurements are 32c, 25, and 36. I'm rather on the small side everywhere except I think my butt is too wide, at least for my size anyway. I try not to let the fact that I have small breasts bother me, but I do wear padded bras and overall I guess I'm not too bad. Strange thing is lately, when I masturbate in front of the mirror, the sight of my small breasts almost flat and boyish looking really turns me on.

Maybe because I'm so horny these days but since the divorce, I've begun to notice other woman in a sexual way. As confusing as it sounds, it sort of turns me on. On occasion I would admire the way they dress, check out their legs and sometimes try to imagine what they look like in just a bra and panties. For about a year now I've dismissed these thoughts as just plain old not getting any sex and that I'm just plain hard up and horny as hell. What really confuses me is I have some of those images in my mind's eye when I finger myself into frenzy, which is what I do almost every night now for the last year or so. I've even considered exploring these emotions further but I'd be scared shitless to actually act on them.

I retreated back into the cabin and as habit has it, I slipped my fingers deep inside my damp pussy, and for the next twenty minutes or so, I considered the possibilities. The next morning I had coffee out on the deck spent and the rest of the day getting acquainted with my new surroundings. I unlocked the shed and dragged the canoe out to the dock. I did a little dusting in the cabin and aired the place out and found a fishing pole and some tackle. There were some people on the lake and at nearby cabins so I decided to take the canoe out for a little spin around the shoreline. About half way around the lake I noticed a picturesque little cove and steered the canoe towards it.

It's so lovely I thought, I brought my note pad and a pen in case I had any brilliant ideas for my book and I convinced myself I could really get some serious thinking and writing done around here and maybe figure out how to get out of this mental funk I'm in. As I rounded the edge of some large rocks, not more than 500 feet and nested in amongst the trees was a pretty little cottage and from my vantage point I could see someone coming out onto the deck and laying on a lounge. I had to take a second look. Did I see what I thought I saw? Lying on the deck was a nude woman soaking up the sun. What the hell I thought. I felt instant panic as if I had intruded on some ones privacy.

In my panic to try and turn around, the paddle made splashing noises and to my embarrassment, she raised her head and saw me. How embarrassing I thought. The woman waved and I clumsily returned the wave. She motioned me to come over and with that I noticed she slipped on a robe and stood up. I clumsily paddled up to the dock as she strolled down the short path to greet me.

"Hello there" she said, "You're new up here,"

"Yes I am" I replied smiling.

"I didn't expect to find anyone around here, I'm terribly sorry if I disturbed you.

I didn't see your cottage until I rounded those rocks," I said, sounding like a blubbering idiot.

"No problem, it's always nice to meet new folks," she said. "I'm Jan, Jan Harris. Can I interest you in a cup of coffee or something?" she asked.

I was trying not to stare directly knowing that beneath that robe she was naked.

Nervously I said, "Yes I'd like that, thanks."

I tied the canoe to the dock and climbed out. Jan appeared to be in her late 40s to early 50s, she was nicely tanned, and looked in pretty good physical shape for a woman of her age. She stood about 5'6", wore her hair short and dyed it blond. I still couldn't get over the idea that underneath that robe, this woman was completely naked but maybe from the distance, I didn't see what I thought I saw. If it were me in her situation, I would've scrambled inside but that was me I guess.

"This is quite a place you have here" I commented. "I'm Rose Brooks" I said and reached out as we shook hands.

Her wrinkled bronze tanned hand felt dry and callused most likely from too much gardening and not enough moisturizer, but never the less she was friendly and rather attractive in her own special way. We walked up to the deck and Jan told me to have a seat and she'll be right back with the coffee.

"It's nice here," I commented, looking around and speaking to her through the screen door as she slid it open.

"Yes we love it here, we don't get many visitors so it can get lonely at times but there's always something to keep busy with," she explained.

I thought to myself, yes like lying around nude, and smiled to myself at the thought. We sat and sipped coffee and I told her how nice it was of Amy and John to let me use their cabin. I hope to be inspired to write a book this month but if I got bored, I'd head back home.

"Well Rose I'm sure you'll find enough around here to keep you busy and if you get bored, come on over and I'll show you some of the local caves and interesting sites in the area."

"Most of us up here are retired" Jan said, "Heck, I think I'm about the youngest around here and I'm 52."

Damn I thought, she's a very attractive 52 years old.

"During the summer months a lot of us wives stay up here. Some of the husbands are retired and some like my husband take four and five-day weekends to be here. During the week, he stays in the city and joins me here on weekends. I like it that way, I get a break from him," Jan said kidding around.

"There is something going on all the time up here," she explained.

"Really, I had no idea," I said a little surprised, "I didn't realize there were so many people around here."

"You'd be surprised what goes on up here," she said with a smirk on face and her voice with a hint of sarcasm.

Jan seemed very nice and during our second cup of coffee I noticed her robe loosen and had opened slightly. I could see part of her bare breasts and confirmed in my mind now that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could see her crossed legs through the glass top table and thought to myself they certainly were one of her best features. She looked to be in reasonably good physical shape and seemed self-assured and confident when she spoke. Jan told me that had been married for 32 years and had only one daughter, still single and 29 years old living in the city. She told me she was always interested in art and a few years ago had taken a few lessons and now she spends most of her time painting.

"I love art as well," I told her, "and I couldn't paint if I tried but I love Monet, his colors are so brilliant."

She smiled and nodded in agreement. "I also love renaissance art, I told her, "they painted such perfect works, the body forms. I find the allegories and the symbolism in those paintings so moving. "

Jan nodded in agreement but added that she could not paint the human form like the masters.

We had spent the entire afternoon together and I found myself quiet enamored with her. Not in a sexual way, I mean but more like an admiration for her. She was easy to speak with, interesting, and interested in what I had to say, and I felt like she could be a good friend. Someone I could share my ideas with for my first book. I told I taught school, I had no children, and had been through a nasty divorce just two years earlier and I realized that I had still not gotten over it yet.

Jan listened tentatively and not judgmentally, and offered words of encouragement as I told her my life's story. Hours of conversation had passed and I felt like I had known Jan for ever.

"Hey Rose, tomorrow I was going over to the old cave mill to paint, how would you like to join me?" she asked.

"I'll bring a picnic lunch, you can bring a good book and we can soak up some sun while I paint.

It's a beautiful place and very seine," she added with excitement, "What do say?"

"Well sure I guess that sounds like fun," I replied, not having any other plans in mind.

"It's settled then, I'll come by with the boat around 11:30."

We had chatted for what seemed only minutes but I glanced at my watch and noticed it was almost three!

"Dear me! it's three o'clock already, holly smokes where did all the time go? I really need to get going, thanks for the coffee Jan and it was so nice to meet you."

"Tomorrow will be fun," she said, and we can do some great sun bathing and bird watching."

"I'd like to see some of your paintings sometimes," I commented while I made my way down to the small dock with Jan just a few feet behind me.

"I'll show some of my works next time."

With that I climbed into the canoe and gently paddled away. My thoughts were reeling from one mental image of Jan to another. All the time we were chatting, she had captured my interest. She attracted me in ways that no other person had done and it was a weird feeling. I tried not to be obvious when I looked at her sitting across from me in her loosened robe and me knowing she was wearing nothing underneath. I thought of her legs and how sexy they looked through the clear glass table top as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and each time causing her robe to shift just a little allowing it to ride higher up her thighs to reveal more. Being able to view her through the glass table top was an advantage and I don't think she realized I was staring at her thighs or otherwise she would have made more effort to cover her legs a little more.

What the hell was going on with me trying to steal peeks of another woman? Shit this was crazy, I thought. Last night I was finger fucking myself to the images of porno video queens and today I'm getting wet over a woman almost twice my age. Shit never mind the age dam it, it's another woman, what the hell am I thinking?

I had to admit she had a definite effect on me and a sexual stirring that I hadn't felt in a long time. As I paddled the canoe as fast as I could back to the cabin, I was feeling that familiar tingling in my pussy and when I looked down, oh my God! I was wet down there. Oh shit there's a wet spot! I hope she didn't notice, God I'm so embarrassed.

That night as I skinny-dipped in the cool lake underneath the canopy of star lights, I couldn't help thinking about the day's events and wondered what she meant about some great sun bathing, did she mean in the nude? I fingered myself to sleep that night with the thoughts of Jan rubbing sun tan oil all over me.

I woke up as the sun was rising and during breakfast I began to question my thoughts and unusual sexual stirring that began after seeing Jan and knowing she was absolutely naked on her deck without a thought of fear. I admired her courage since it's something I would love to be braver at doing but my inhibitions were getting the better of me. I realized that being up here on my own allows one to do some deep soul searching and self-talk. Did I really find Jan attractive, I mean in a sexual way?

I was never into woman except of course in fantasies sometimes, but I didn't think that counted, did it? I would sure like to find out more about it sometime and at some point in my life I'd like to explore the other side and those hidden feelings I thought, but for now I was looking forward to exploring the lake. I had packed sunscreen, towel, note pad, pen and sunshades. I spent the rest of the morning while waiting for Jan planning out what chores I could do around this place. Like clockwork, she was right on time. I heard Jan shouting from the dock, "Hey! Rose, good morning"

I waved back as she brought the boat over to the dock, cut the engine and tied it off. Today she was wearing a straw hat, a bikini top that showed off her large 38d size breasts, and a pair of kaki short shorts that showed off the rest of her. I knew she had her bikini bottoms on underneath because I could clearly see the outline of her bottoms through her shorts. Her breasts sagged and bounced as she climbed up the stone steps from the dock to the cabin and I noticed her thighs were wide and much bigger than my own but solid none-the-less. Her legs were defiantly her best feature. I couldn't help notice as she sauntered up the path just how attractive this woman was for her age. I'm thinking wow! that is one set of tits!

We made some small talk and I showed her some of the things I was planning on doing around the place during my stay to keep me busy. Jan was genuinely interested and commented how she had been here years ago before Amy and John moved to the states and had known them only casually at the time.

"Do you have everything? she asked.

I nodded and we jumped into the boat. The boat was just a small aluminum fishing boat with a small engine. We slowly trolled along the shore and Jan pointed out several points of interest. We cruised slowly by a swimming dock just in front of an A frame style cottage and a young girl waved to us and shouted out "Hey Mrs. Harris!"

"Who's that?" I asked.

"It's Emily Anderson, Julie and Bill's youngest daughter, she said.

Her and her Mum stay up for the summer every year. Emily works at the general store a couple days a week." Jan explained.

We floated into a secluded cove as close to the shore as possible and waded in the rest of the way pulling the boat onto the sandy shore.

"This place is enchanting," I said.

"I told you you'd love it here," Jan said, now pleased that I liked it here.

We found a nice flat spot atop some huge rocks. There were four large pools of water on the rock formations where the rocks had formed and water overflowed from one pool to another and then into the lake. The water in those pools was as warm as a hot tub.

"I come here all the time" Jan explained, "The water is so warm I sometimes soak and bathe in there for hours."

We spread out a large blanket and Jan raised the wicker basket as if to say lets do lunch. She set out two plates, forks, two stemmed wine glasses, and a chilled bottle of Reunite. As we nibbled on our sandwiches and salads, the wine went down like ice-cold water on a deserted island. I couldn't help but be amazed how beautiful this place was. The sound of the birds and the view of the water made it seem so surreal and more like our own private paradise and after lunch we sipped our wine and just took in the day.

"Last night I heard something outside," I told Jan, "I was scared shitless," and she laughed.

"It can get scary, you never know what lurks outside your door at night," Jan said in a funny eerie tone of voice and we both laughed and finished our drinks. I was enjoying Jan's company and it had been a long time since I've been able to relax and just open up to someone again. The peacefulness of this place had a way to shed every bit of stress and worries right out you. I felt so relaxed and at peace with myself. The divorce had taken a lot out of me I now realized that just sitting here with Jan and chatting was very refreshing. I realized I hardly knew this woman but even so, I thought she was a warm, non-threatening and a sensitive person. It had been some time since I had felt any confidence at all after my divorce and for the first time I was felt resolved in my feelings and convictions. I decided in my mind to call this place Lake Resolve.

The rest of the afternoon Jan sat on the rock formations and painted oil on canvas and I had actually started writing some thoughts down for my book. Jan had situated herself about 20 feet behind me up on a large rock and I was lying on my tummy, down on the blanket propped up with my arms, facing the water and working on my tan. I turned around to ask Jan how it's going and to my surprise, she was sitting on a rock behind her easel with her top off.

"Oh my gosh!" I said out loud unintentionally.

"I'm sorry Rose, I hope you don't mind," she laughed, "I hate tan lines!" and casually continued to paint.

"and besides," she commented with a smile, "it's a free country you know," emphasizing on the word free as she spoke, and added, "you should try it sometime it's very liberating."

"I would I guess but I'm a little embarrassed"

"Embarrassed about what silly" she mocked, "It's simple and natural, and besides, it's only us girls for heavens sake."

"Easy for you to say," I laughed, "you have breasts to bare, me, I'm flat as board, I hate them."

Right about then I was feeling very self-conscious of the whole situation.

"Well if it's any cancellation Rose, I think you have very nice tits, and you should count your

Blessings," she said, "they won't sag like these puppies when you get to be my age.

We both laughed it off a little and Jan added with humor, "lighten up, you're on vacation!" and she continued to paint as if the whole matter was of no importance.

I wanted to, I thought, as my mind reeled a mile a minute at the idea of it all in the presences of another. I really wanted to bare it all and so with that resolve, I sat up and with exciting nervousness I removed my top and the sun felt wonderful on my petite white and tender breasts. I was so proud of myself to muster up the courage and now that I did, it was no big deal I thought until I realized how sexually aroused I was getting.

Jan shot a calm glance and smiled at me, and continued to paint.

"Now, doesn't that feel much better?" she asked.

I lay back down on my tummy and dozed off. When I awoke, Jan was laying on her tummy on the blanket beside me eyes closed and enjoying the sun as I was. We lay there in the sun for a while both of us in a half sleep just enjoying the day. Jan raised herself up and climbed up onto the rocks and into the closest small pool of water. I heard her splashing around and decided to join her.

"The water's warm," I commented as I carefully eased in so as not to slip.

I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking at Jan's breasts but that was easier said than done. This whole experience already had strange but pleasant and liberating effect on me and when I get back today I thought, I'm going to make myself cum silly. My self talk was telling me I'm such a prude and I resolved that maybe I was. I should just accept this situation for what it was, a vacation experience and casual adult enjoyment with an interesting friend, and don't read anything into it. Besides, I am on vacation so I should be letting go somewhat right, I reasoned within myself! We got out of the water and gathered our things.

"Jan, this is the most relaxing afternoon I have ever spent, and I'm having so much fun. Thanks for bringing me here" I said gratefully.

"Your welcome Rose, I knew you'd love it here, like I said, there is always something to do around here."

"Hey let me look at your painting," I asked.

Jan had painted the rock formation as she saw it from her vantage point, including the small rock pools of water and an unfinished view of the lake. Still unfinished, she had included in the foreground, our blanket and picnic basket, and had painted in the half empty bottle of wine and the two half filled glasses with the Sun sparkling off the reflection.

I also noticed she had started to outline a human figure quickly realized it would be the image of me lying on my tummy on the blanket.

"Oh Jan, that is so beautiful." I commented.

"We'll need to come back and finish it sometime." she said, "as you can see you're not nearly finished." Pointing at where my image would be in the painting. I was overwhelmed with her work. As an art lover her half finished painting had moved me.

"I'd like that," I quickly replied.

Just then I felt a rush of emotion and a single tear came to my eye. I lifted my head to face Jan and gave her a hug and said "thanks, this has been such a great day!"

It was then that I realized our breasts were still bare and my towel tied off at the waist. We had brushed up against each other for just a few moments and I immediately felt a rush of pleasure jab me deep in my pussy. Emotionally panicked by these strange stirring I attempted to pull away but Jan held me steadfast in a lingering embrace.

"Ah it feels so good to hold someone close for a change," she murmured in my ear. Please just a moment longer," I thought I heard her say.

We stood there in our embrace for a few more moments and as I began to relax and relish the feel of a warm body and electricity of generated as her large soft breasts contacted my comparably flat chest. I remember saying to her that I had been too long for as well since I another so close.

"Well maybe we can curl up on the porch swing sometime and just cuddle, I think it'd be fun don't you agree?"

I don't think I said anything but all I could do was nod in agreement.