I started treating her more friendly than I had before. As time passed and I became more observant of this woman. I would stand near her and “accidentally” bump into her, graze up against her backside moving around the kitchen or hallway. Touch legs as we were sitting on the sofa. Seemingly small things, but incredible for me. She smelled wonderful, even when sweating.
She started wearing even skimpier clothes and I started paying closer attention. She would smile at me more and actually converse with me like I was a human. BONUS.
I was getting more muscle and doing more athletics and it showed. I guess she started noticing, too.
When she would “flash” me before, I don’t think like she realized, but that seemed to change one summer. We started doing stuff as a family, camping, boating and the occasional picnic at the local park and I was asked to go. This wasn’t always the case. I would ask to be left out of some activities before, but this summer I was not able to skip them as readily as before. She would tell my dad “Make him come along. He should do more with the family.” I soon learned why.
The first trip that summer was a camping trip to a state park with a great fishing lake my dad used to take me to as a child and catch limit almost every time. I went along figuring I’d be there to carry coolers and supplies and be a valet. That was what I did. YAY! I did however receive some excellent compensation. She wore a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Pale blue with tiny strings and small patches covering those huge breasts and a small triangle covering the front and rear on bottom. It appeared she cut out the liner because when she would stand in the sun, you could see her nipples. She started moving things around at the campsite and started glistening from a tinge of sweat.
Dad asked if I wanted to go out and fish with him and the kids, I said no thanks, I wanted to go to the swimming beach and meet new friends. Off they went. Curiously she stayed at the campsite.