Buck said, "I must say, you've got a lot of energy for someone who was just run down."
"Run down, maybe, but not run out."
"You're one girl, do you know that?"
"I'm aware that I have a few talents of my own thank you, but I have to admit this nature stuff is all new to me." She looked down and admired his cock. "Tell me, do all of you country boys sport such big ones, or are you just well endowed?"
"Well, that's tough since I haven't seen all the cocks around here."
"Tell me," she said, diplomatically changing the subject, "have you always lived up here?"
"To tell you the truth, no. I saw some action in the war – I know I look young, but it was a young war."
"Funny, a guy like John, with his age and all, was behind a desk."
"I could believe that."
"I didn't like the way he handled himself in the raft."
"I wouldn't come down so hard on him. After all, he taught me how to swing, took me to some real parties, and was doing all sorts of things I didn't have the guts for at first."
"Like what?"
"Well, parties, for example. He brought me down to some orgies, and I got cold feet, but he brought me back, and I was okay."
"Not bad. You know, you do have quite a body."
"Why, thank you. I could tell you were turned on to me right away."
With a sudden motion, the lad turned and walked away, down a kind of path. "Where are you going?" Veronica imagined asking.
"Hear that?"
Veronica couldn't hear a thing.
"That's the sound of water, and where's a better place for round two than some water."
"Round two!" Veronica exclaimed. Hell, she was already a little sore from all the action a few minutes before, but this lusty young Buck had more in mind – well, that was one advantage to youth. She watched him lead the way, the manner in which he shamelessly tore through the bushes, his sinuous buns unbelievably appealing, and his big buns just visible between his legs, tossing to and fro like two sacks.
Sure enough, Buck led the way to a pond at the bottom of a trickling waterfall. The water was cool, but not unbearable and Vern watched as his balls became shrunken as a means of defense. He moved in slowly at first, then with more assurance, until he dived in over his head.
Just then, Veronica's imagination was rudely interrupted by the phone once again. She was going to ignore it at first, but then decided to answer it, if for no other reason than to stop that damn ringing.
"Yes?"
"Listen, I don't want to be a pest, but how about a date tomorrow night?"
"John… you don't take no for an answer."
"What's going on, Veronica, anyway? You're not really acting yourself, you know, all this cold shoulder routine, the phony excuses, the talk. I don't buy it Veronica."
"You don't have to buy it."
"No, really something's going on, and I'm going to find out about it. I just have this feeling that I've been on your mind, right?"
"I don't have to answer you. Who do you think you are, anyways. You spent the war behind a desk, right?"
"What… what the…"
"Never mind."
"No. I have the feeling you're on to something here. You don't think I'm colorful enough, is that it? Well let me tell you, bitch, I've done some time in the Caribbean, you know, getting mixed up with some shady types in a hotel deal, risking some real heat, then getting sealed. Colorful enough for you? You didn't know that about old John boy, did you?"
"Look John, trying to impress me isn't going to change anything."
Veronica abruptly hung up, then realized she might have made a mistake treating John in such a novel fashion. But that was it; she'd no intention of wasting any more of her precious weekend fling on such prosaic matters. The situation seemingly under control, she returned to her bedroom. Deciding upon an intermission in the festivities, the broad turned on the tube, watching a game show passively, admiring the body of the host, and the indirect passes made by both celebrities and contestants.
But then her doorbell rang. Without thinking, foolishly, forgetting her resolve, Vern answered it. Sure enough, it was John.
"Just thought I'd pop over. Mind if I come in?"
"Yes!"
"Thank you. Before you know it, we'll be best of friends."
John was already inside, lighting a smoke and making himself at home by sitting in a chair.
"Place looks a little messy, like there's been something going on around here. Been seeing anybody?"
"You have a nerve. I don't owe you anything, and you don't own me just because we go out."
"Such may be true, but you must understand, Veronica," he said snidely, "I really have your best interests at heart. There are some pretty seedy characters out there, you know."
"Oh, come off it John. You're just hot and bothered that's all, and if I'm downright jealous, only you don't know over what."
Vern became jumpy when she realized she'd left the box of her vibrator out. If John saw that, it could blow her entire cover, and he'd never let her forget it – and what's worse, spread it around the office.
"I'm afraid I'm busy John, now don't make me get nasty. Listen, if you don't get right out of here, we're through."
Then the big business man walked right up to Vern until her breasts, uncontrolled as they were under her bathrobe, touched his chest, and made him instantly hot. If only he knew he'd seen some action in her little warped imagination during the last twenty-four hours, his attitude would have been entirely different; but such wasn't in the script.
"Okay," she said, "I tell you what, there are some things I have to work out between you and me; let's just say certain things I want to get out of my system. How's this: you let me think it through, and I promise I'll call you at two tomorrow, Sunday, rain or shine. Fair enough."
Heartened by her sudden change of attitude, John backed off. "Sure, sure enough Vern. I just thought you'd flipped or something, but this sounds reasonable, very reasonable, and only a cad wouldn't allow a lady a few hours to herself. But please, do call."
"You know you can count on me," Vern said as she showed him out. Instantly she was relieved as the door closed and she ran to gather the dildo box, a telltale sign if there ever was one. Whew, she thought, close but then again, in this game a miss is as good as a mile. Vern wandered back to her room, then lay on the bed, instantly hot and bothered once again, and aware that it would be easy to begin things on her little nature trip – just picking up right where she left off.
Sure enough, she was able to picture that cold, night lake and Buck diving in ready for a skinny dip. "It's great," he called out, shivering a little, other wise seemingly alive and healthy, "Come on in."
"Oh no you don't, not me, not me, I'm no masochist."
But she moved too close to the edge and in an instant Buck grabbed her leg and in she fell.
Such was the facility with which Veronica could move to her private fantasy life, as if it were some real thing, a simple scene entered as easily as an up stage right entrance.
Veronica thought she could feel the water flow through her, wetting her, soaking her, but best of all seeping into her cunt and giving her a kind of nature douche. Suddenly, Buck was up to her, pushing his fast, lithe body against her own until she could sense that he managed to get one of his virile hands while swimming around in that cold water. "I don't know how you do it," she said, "but you sure have a way with your cock, getting it up whenever you want it, right?"
"Something about the country that does that to a fella, I guess."
Meanwhile, to set the scene back at the camp: John awakens, notices that Buck and Vern are gone, suspects hanky panky, but for that matter seizes the circumstances as an opportunity. He moves slowly over to the sleeping Maggie and kisses her lightly on the lips, knowing of three possibilities: (1) she could remain asleep, not the worst option; (2) she could awaken and rebuke him, possibly with a slap, a kick, or worse (that is the poorest option); or (3) she could awaken and give him the okay.