The blue moon made me pleasure – 3

She laughed at that, “Whenever I can, as often as I can. Why…does my sitting here like this bother or embarrass you?”

“Embarrass me? No. Bother me? A little,” I responded back.

“I hope in a good way,” she said smiling as she accepted a glass of wine I had poured for her and handed it to her.

“Married?” I asked, trying to change the subject a little, though I was now curious about her and hoped to learn more.

“Used to be, widowed now,” she said easily. “Have been for some time now. Enjoy living alone though, especially coming up here. I enjoy meeting people, which is one of the reasons I do this. Nice way to spend a few weeks during the summer, coming up here, hosting the camp, and being able to take advantage of my nightly swims.”

“No wonder you’re in such good shape,” I said before thinking a little more carefully of my words, though she laughed at that.

“For a woman my age you mean?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but admittedly, you’re probably in better shape than I am.”

“I don’t know…hard to tell with you being dressed and all,” she stated, now actually flirting with me the way I saw it. Surprisingly however, nothing more was really suggested, though she continued to sit there quite comfortably in the nude as we finished off the last bottle of wine I had brought with me.

It was soon getting rather late, though I had indeed enjoyed her company. “Well, I guess I really should be heading back, let you get some sleep,” she said finally standing up. “Do you have any plans for breakfast tomorrow? I poach a mean egg,” she said winking.

“Ah no…not really,” I told her. “Sounds good, been a while since I’ve had one of those.”

“Well then…it’s a date, see you in the morning. I’ll be by with the eggs and a few other things. Your stove looks big enough to handle everything, so I’ll see you first thing in the morning then.” And with that, I sat watching Bonnie as she disappeared off into the night. Moments after she had gone, I stood up, slipped into the van and then into bed, where I proceeded to lay there jerking myself off.

Images of Bonnie, and then Bernadette, then Barbra, followed by Brenda and sony filling my head. Memories of each one as we’d made love, enjoyed the intensity of our encounters. And each one of them with subtle similarities, easily explainable perhaps, but just as easily a very strange coincidence too. I came, feeling the pleasurable juice as it coated my fingers, running down my shaft, wishing now that I could be with any one of them, even Bonnie as strange as that sounded.

**

Sure enough, bright and early in the morning I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee. I sat up looking out the window, and there she stood busily cooking over my small little portable camp stove.

“Morning sleepy-head. About the time you wake up, breakfast is nearly ready.”

I could now smell the bacon frying in the pan as well as she carefully placed a half dozen eggs or so into a boiling pan of water. I got up, needing to pee of course, though after last night, I refrained from fully getting dressed, only throwing on a loose-fitting pair of baggy shorts on and nothing else. I stepped out.

“I’ll be right back…need to pee,” I announced. The camp restrooms were up the trail a ways.

“Don’t bother going all the way up there if all you need to do is pee,” she told me. “Just do it over there,” she said pointing. “That’s where I went a bit earlier, if you don’t mind pissing where I did. As a matter of fact, I need to go again myself here shortly, but I need to watch these eggs. So go take care of it, and then relieve me, so I can,” she snickered.

I walked over to the trees she had pointed at, though keeping my back towards her as I pissed. I walked back, washed up in the basin of water she’d already put out to wash the dishes in, and then joined her as she finished scooping out the last of the bacon she’d just cooked.

“Keep an eye on the eggs,” she reminded me. “They’re almost done, then we can eat.” And with that, she wandered off over to the almost exact spot I had stood in to pee. She once again surprised me however, taking off her jeans entirely, and I noticed she wore no panties, no underwear as she stood stripping them off.

Unlike myself, turning with my back towards her, she squatted down facing me, and proceeded to urinate over the exact same spot I had peed on. I turned, looking at the eggs, hearing her approach seconds later, though she was only carrying her jeans, not having put them back on again.

“Glad we have the water here,” she told me, and then proceeded to wash up, though she didn’t just wash her hands either, washing her pussy as well as I stood there watching her do so. Only afterwards did she put her jeans back on, which I was almost sorry to see her do.

“I think we’re ready to eat,” I announced, having finished scooping out the last of the eggs. We soon after sat down at my small little table to eat. A feast the way I saw it as we again enjoyed one another’s company, eating our delicious breakfast and getting to know one another even better than we already did.

Even though we were on the coast, right next to the Ocean, it was already starting to heat up as early in the morning as it was. Promising to be an unusually hot day. I was then thankful to be parked beneath the fir and pine trees, giving us both a bit of shade. Even so, I was already beginning to sweat, as was Bonnie as she sat wiping her brow.

“Gonna be another hot one,” she announced unnecessarily.

“Yeah it is,” I responded, agreeing with her.

“Do you mind if I strip down a bit?” She then turned to ask me. “I enjoy the cool breeze on my bare skin, as long as it doesn’t bother you if I do.”

“Go right ahead,” I told her, actually pleased she felt comfortable enough to be doing so, and yet likewise, also excited at the thought. I had enjoyed looking at her breasts, her body, even at her age, though I didn’t see that as being any big difference between us. “It might bother me…but in a good way,” I added, winking at her.