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Well, that just about does it... I complained as the
tour guide tried to explain the company's problem with our craft.
My four friends had talked me into taking a white water rafting trip, even
though I had refused their offers the first thirty or so times they tried
to entice me to the rapids. It'll be fun... said one. Riding them rapids
is like nothing that you've ever done... chimed in a second
‘friend'. A rush... added another.
So I had finally relented and decided to raft when the weatherman called
for a real scorcher of a weekend. I figured that on this sizzling summer
day, a cool ride in a raft would be a good way to be initiated into the
white water rafting craze that seems to have hit the country.
But now that we had arrived for our trip, the company we had booked our
river ride with had run out of five man rafts... - their new shipment had
been delayed and the state regulators wouldn't let them use the old, worn
rafts that they were now retiring. So we had a choice - use a four man
raft (leaving one of us ‘high and dry') or we could get a refund
(after a four hour drive, that didn't seem to be an option).
I can try to fit you into another raft... apologized the sweet looking
twenty something tour stewardess. Many people make friends on our
trips....
Just great!..., I thought. My buds will want to stay together, so they
will try to bump me into a boat with some strangers, probably some weird
Beaver Cleaver type family or a trio of burned out teens, or, worse yet, a
couple of daring computer geeks trying to prove their manhood (they would
probably kill all of us in the boat before our two day trip was up).
And I was right - my ‘friends' formed a bloc against me, testifying
on how being with someone who was more suited to ‘my level of
paddling' would be more enjoyable for all people concerned...... HA! Let
them ride the wave with a trio of nerd boys!!!!!!!
But I could tell that I was fighting a losing battle. My friends were not
going to go back to North Carolina without a whitewater adventure under
their belt. I pondered going to the local seven - eleven store to purchase
the latest Playboy and Penthouse (hell, I might even really get wild and
buy a Hustler magazine) and book a room at one of the local wormholes that
they called hotels. Worse case scenario was that I would just stay horny
until I could get home to my wife - best case was I would get all hot and
bothered and jerk off four or five times while checking out the
magazines!!!!
But I didn't want my friends to know my plan - Sure, I will stick around
here and see if I can hook up with another group... I said as I smiled to
my group, thinking all the time that I would wait until they left, then
enact my magazine and hotel plan. So my friends went merrily off, getting
their gear and preparing for their safety class. I sighed heavily as I
turned and moved to the corner of the office, finding a seat in an old
chair that looked as abandoned as I felt. In thirty minutes, my fellow
rafters had moved to the next building and I moved to the exit of the
office, beginning to think about what Playboy was going to list Miss
July's favorite hobbies as....... ha
What the hell kind of operation are you running here anyway... came a high
pitched female voice as I reached for the handle of the door. Teasing me
along with promises until I get here, driving 5 hours from North Carolina,
then kicking me out of my raft ride!...
She was visibly distraught about something, and I had a pretty damn good
idea what it was.... no rafts again!! She was dressed in a pair of
leotards and a windbreaker, but you could still make out her ample bosom
and nice ass curves. And the anger in her voice was not an act like my
scene with my buds. She was really angry about not rafting, and the anger
flushing her face and bulging her eyes made her look almost mad. But she
was pretty, no doubt about that. I figured that I would put on a good show
and join in her chorus of displeasure. The least I could get out of it
would be a short chat, commiserating with a pretty girl. This flirting
would help brighten my mood anyway.
Well, her story was similar to mine - some of her girlfriends from the
office had talked her into a girl's night away... on the river. She was an
accomplished rafter, having gone down the river many times before. Oh, and
she was married. The last item sort of deflated me, as I had started to
think that I might actually get to know Lisa a bit better (and since I had
taken my wedding band off for this trip - so I wouldn't lose it - I felt
that I might be able to pull a fast one). Oh well, I figured it was time
to cut and run and get down to some serious Penthouse Forum reading....
Hawkins!!!... the tour girl hollered out as this thought passed before me.
We got a crew together for you!!...
That's me... my fine new friend said. She rushed back to the counter and
started speaking with the attendant. I was just leaving the office when
Mrs. Lisa Hawkins grabbed my arm and said chirpily we're mates...
W-w-w-what?... I stammered.
Mates... she said You know, rafting partners. A married couple lost their
reservations and got bumped from their trip. The only opening was in 4 man
rafts, so they placed them with us to fill out a crew. Isn't that
great!!!...
Yeah, great... I said, as thoughts of drowning in front of this pretty
woman ran through my mind. Just great...
Well, it turns out that we were being paired with a young married couple
from Virginia who were whitewater rafting on their fifth anniversary. They
had met while working at the beach, so they loved watersports of all
kinds. So I was stuck with three able rafters in my crew. I never opened
my mouth to mention my lack of talent, they would see that soon enough!!
We were quickly fitted in our rafting gear, and to my surprise, Lisa came
out of the leotards and windbreaker, revealing her rafting outfit - a
modest bikini bottom and what looked like a sports bra. Only then did I
see that she was a truly voluptuous lady, with breasts that were probably
38 or 40 inches, D cup at least, a set of hips that was truly shaped like
a heart, and enough curves in between to let you know she was an avid
outdoors person (biking, whitewater, jogging, or something). Her dark hair
was cut fairly short, showing off her fine cheekbones and warm smile and
eyes. I was immediately infatuated with her.
We spent the day going down the river, and I must say that the skill of
the other three boaters more than compensated for my ineptitude. I watched
Lisa ever chance that I got, as she was in front of me (the stronger men
were in the back of the raft for propulsion purposes) the whole day. I
think she caught me staring a time or two, but she only gave me a sweet
smile when that happened. I could almost swear that I caught a glimpse of
her bikini tan lines around her crotch and hips, but I could not be
positive of this. All I do know is that it was hard work, and there was
little time to chat from the time we put in at 2:00 in the afternoon until
we finished the ride at 6:00. The other couple didn't talk much either,
mostly grunts, nods, and waving replacing language in this case. The view
of her ass and bouncing breasts made it a day with several breathtaking
views.
When we got out of the raft, unpacked our gear, prepared and ate supper,
then pitched the three tents, I was totally bushed. I could not have gone
another 100 yards if a bear was on my ass!! Everyone else seemed tired,
too, but I woke up to hear something different. The couple in the tent
next to me were going at it pretty hot and heavy, obviously recreating all
the passion from their days on the water. I would have not thought that
she was a screamer, she seemed so petite and quiet in the raft, sort of
like that quiet wallflower from science class that knew all the answers
but was afraid to speak up. But she was doing her best Lassie imitation
out there in the great out of doors. I wondered what Lisa thought about
it.
I know you are married... came Lisa's soft voice as this thought passed
through my mind. Your missing wedding band still left a tan line on your
finger. But I noticed you looking at my ass all day, so I figured that you
must have liked what you saw. I liked looking at your body, too, and
noticed your nice, broad chest and trim waist. All this visual pleasure,
with the sounds from the next tent, the water running down the river, the
smell of the forest...... it's got me really horny, and I want to screw
someone right now, before the moment passes....
I was taken aback by this turn of events. I had already screwed this lady
a hundred times in my mind that day, and now SHE was asking ME to help her
do just that. I was completely unprepared for this turn of events, but
inwardly jumped for joy and immediately started feeling a rise in my
crotch.
I-I-I-I... stammering, my brain tried to catch up with my already growing
cock. Before I could form a real statement, she was on me like hair on a
bear's ass, kissing my face, licking my ears, nibbling my neck. I quickly
responded, nuzzling the nape of her neck, pulling her close to me, feeling
her large breasts press against my chest. As my hands found their way down
her back, rubbing her shoulders and moving down to caress the small of her
back. She let out a small moan as my hand continued its movement down to
her nicely shaped ass, grabbing it quickly then releasing it.
We fell back onto my sleeping bag. Was this really happening to me?... I
asked, still dizzy with lustful feelings for Lisa. But all I could do was
continue this act, wanting to continue this sexual fantasy with her more
than anything else in the world. No thoughts of my four friends were in my
mind now, only a powerful need for lust that this lady could fulfill. She
was in flannel PJs (how sexy) and I could feel that her cunt was already
damp, probably from the noises being made next door to us. That smell of a
clean pussy added to my desire for her. I ripped the top from her body,
and was amazed at how round and firm her titties were without the bra
supporting them. Like two globes they sprang from her chest, each one
topped with a hard nipple jutting out like a candle wick. Her large
aereolas also pleased me for some strange reason.
Slow down, Tiger... she moaned, and I immediately froze. Is she getting
cold feet, not wanting to continue? I want to help you, too... she purred
this time. She dove to my nipples, licking each one with light, tickling
tongue lashes. The sensations went right to my very soul, and my still
growing member leaped to full attention. Oh God... I moaned as her lips
moved down my chest and stomach, circling my navel and going lower until
the waistband of my boxers intervened.
Ahem... she stammered. I thought a tough guy like you would sleep in the
nude!!... Before I could protest or explain, she had the waistband in her
teeth, pulling it down over my now fully hardened tool. She brushed it
ever so slightly with her chin as she did this, making it jump once again
from the sensation. With my boxers now below my cock, she sat up and
started talking about my body.
What nice muscle tone you have in your chest... she offered. I had not
thought too much about my body, but I guess that was true. I worked out
three or four times a week and regularly ran with the guys at work. It was
more from fear of heart conditions (my family had a history of heart
conditions) than a desire to be a stud..., but I now guessed the results
would show on my body. You must train really, really hard... she spouted.
If she was trying to make me feel good, it was working. My head was
swelling almost as much as my dick!!
I have a 46 inch chest and 32 inch waist... I stated, embellishing the
truth a little, but feeling that she wouldn't care. I bet you can probably
hold me down so hard that I couldn't get awa.......... her voice trailed
off as I took the clue and, turning her on her back, forced her to the
ground. She gasped when I performed this sudden move, but quickly reacted
and tried to push me off of her with her arms. Of course, her upper body
strength was no match for mine, and I quickly pinned her arms down to the
ground.
You're hurting me!!!... she stated, being careful to say it soft enough so
that it would not alert the couple next door. I loosened my grip, wary of
a trick, and I was not surprised. She tried to wriggle free as soon as my
grip loosened on her arms, but I was ready for that. I raised her arms up
over her head, crossing them over her head and holding them down with a
single hand. I moved my other hand down her arm, tracing a trail with my
fingertips. I stopped momentarily at her armpit, pretended to give her a
little tickle, then moved my hand down to the waistband of her pajama
(where she new it was going).
When my hand began to tug down the waistband of her PJs, she renewed her
wriggling, softly whispering no, no, no.... She raised her knee up in a
playful effort to stop my progress, and I tried to push it down with my
hand. But her leg was too strong for me to push down with my arm (I told
you she had the body of a bicycle rider). She laughed quietly at my futile
efforts to control her leg and pull down her bottoms, asking Are you
having any trouble, mister?.... A little frustrated, I began to think of
other ways to complete this mission. I didn't have to think long when a
plan formulated in my mind.
The ropes from the rafts were lying just outside the tent doorway, giving
me the idea for restraining this hot little number. I reached out of the
tent and brought a 5 foot length of the rope into the tent with us. What's
that for?... Lisa asked in a surprised voice. I said nothing, but quickly
made a loop with my free hand and dropped it over her wrists. Hmmm, I
didn't know you were into kink... she spoke through a wry smile. I would
have worn my leather!...
Maybe next time... I quickly responded. Right now, I am going to take care
of this little problem.... I secured her wrists to the front tent pole,
using a loose knot that would have been easily removed by her. She allowed
this, freeing me to move down her body once again - this time using my
tongue to trace down her torso, spending generous time at her nice
breasts. Every once in a while I would take a little bite just to make her
jump. She stopped talking and was slowly moaning more and more, gasping
stop... every once in a while, as if she was trying to continue the
charade of a helpless damsel, but we both new better than that. She was
just getting hotter and hotter as I played along this fantasy that we
shared.
With both my hands free, I forced her legs down and began wrestling her
pajama bottoms over her hips. The smell of her pussy and the dampness of
her bottoms ensured me that she was really getting off on this experience.
When the pants finally cleared her hips, exposing her pubic area, I
momentarily stopped.
Surprise... she squealed in response to my lapse in action. bet you didn't
think about that, did you?... And I had not. Her pussy was shaved as bare
as a baby's ass. Her juices glistened on the swollen, outside lips of her
vulva. No, I had not thought about that, but I like it.... A bit of her
fight seemed to have left and I easily removed the remaining garments from
her now totally nude body.
Well, what have we got here?... I feinted surprise. A naked, helpless
woman in my tent.... I continued speaking. Looks like your little kitty
needs some attention.... I spoke these words as I lowered my mouth down to
within three inches of her shaved jewel. I breathed lightly onto the outer
lips, then slowly pulled them aside with my fingers. Her bright pinkness
was almost glowing in the moonlight, giving away just how hot this
foreplay had made her. A quick breath directly on her clitoris was
followed by a light lick with my tongue. The smell and taste of her
dripping wet pussy was really getting me turned on.
Time to just plunge in... I whispered as I really began some serious
cunnilingus. I forced my tongue up into her vagina, slid it around the
sides really good, all the while rubbing her love button with my finger.
She was moaning and crying by this time, asking me to stop, please stop,
but I knew that wasn't what she really wanted.
When her hips began bucking furiously and I could almost feel the climax
racing to her pussy, I stopped. What are you doing... she cried, surely
loud enough for the other couple to hear. Don't worry, honey, we've just
got going good. There will be time for orgasms later.... Her reply was not
very lady-like, using language that would make a sailor blush, and it
reflected the frustration of being led to the brink then pulled back.
That was some ugly talk... I replied. Seems you need some discipline!....
With that, I pulled her legs up, exposing that nicely shaped rear end, and
quickly delivered four or five blows to either cheek. Ow, what are you
doing... she complained. But I said nothing, just began rubbing the spots
where I had spanked her moments before. I could imagine the small, red
welts now forming on her bottom from the spank. I could almost feel the
pre-cum slip from my cock. Why did you do that?... she pouted.
Because you deserved it... came my reply. And you've been talking too
much.... With that comment, I pulled down my boxer shorts and exposed my
fully erect, seven inch cock to her for the first time. This will quiet
you down.... I straddled her face and directed my hard on into her waiting
mouth. Mmmmmmm Ooooooh... My pleasure could not be contained as she began
a five minute blow job that was as good as any that I had ever received.
Her tongue seemed to lick every inch of my hot cock while it was still
inside her mouth.
Feeling a little sorry for her, I turned around and began snacking once
again on her love box, leaving my tool between her lips. Sixty-nine
heaven!! Our moaning and groaning was muffled by the sex organs in our
mouths, but I'm sure that we were plenty loud enough to be heard again. I
was quickly approaching orgasm, and debated whether I should pull out when
Lisa's moaning became a muted scream. She was coming, and that triggered
my own response.
I did not think about her desire to swallow come, but that question was no
longer an issue. I felt the warmth rolling from my groin out into my sex
organ, then heard Lisa's grunts, signaling that my semen had made its way
to her mouth. She was still bucking from her own orgasm, so I continued
lapping at her clitoris and placing a finger deep into her cunt, not
wanting her to miss out on the strong finish of her own climax. Quiet
gurgles emanated from her as she worked to contain the flood of cum I was
delivering to her as her orgasm (and mine) finished their run. I rolled
off of her and admired that she had not let a drop of my cum fall from her
mouth.
Ya trying to drown me?... she quizzed light heartedly. It was obvious that
she had enjoyed the taste of my come as much as I liked the taste of her
sex. We were now covered in sweat from the exertion, and if this was a
typical love making session with my wife, it would be time to roll over
and go to sleep. But not tonight, not with this sexy lady.
I've got to pee... Lisa spoke after a moment. I was not going to let this
opportunity pass. I knew that she could get out of her bindings if she
really needed to, so I sensed that she wanted more teasing. No... I stated
firmly You aren't going anywhere.... I started playing with her pussy
again, using my fingers to trace the outside of her lips. NO, please
stop... she pleaded fruitlessly. Behave or I'll have to tie up your legs,
too.... The thought put new life into my almost limp organ, and I found
another piece of rope and secured her feet to the back tent pole. She was
now stretched across my tent, naked and sweaty, but still shivering from
sexual energy.
I then began an assault on the fruit of Lisa's crotch, using every
conceivable weapon in my sexual arsenal (except for my cock) to excite
her. I nibbled on her inside thigh while fingering her wet snatch, I
shoved my tongue and fingers up her slit, I lapped at her entire cunt with
my tongue, I moved it side to side across her pussy as quickly as I could,
and I ran my tongue in circular motion in her dripping snatch while
circling her anus with a finger, eventually moving the finger an inch or
two into that orifice. No lubrication was needed for this, her wetness had
covered both of her cracks with enough slippery juices that there was no
further slickening required.
All the while she bucked and moved and moaned and cried and cursed me. I
don't know how many times she actually came, but it must have been more
than she was used to. She finally begged me to stop, claiming that she was
tired, but I pressed on, continuing my tittilation until she actually
started to pee. I can't help it... she cried as the small trickle became a
more generous stream. But I knew that she really liked it because she
could have freed her hands at any time that she wanted.
The spray of urine was quickly followed by another huge orgasm, with her
body convulsing wickedly for a full three minutes before she dropped to
the floor of the tent. Oh my... she breathed. Now covered in sweat, I had
one more act to perform. All of this activity had given me another raging
hard on, and I knew what I wanted to do with it. I loosened her leg ropes,
gave her pussy one last kiss, then plunged my cock into that tremendously
slippery pussy. It was surprisingly tight, and I felt the grip envelope my
tool as it entered into her vagina.
She gasped as I slid it in - maybe I had pushed it in too fast for her,
but she didn't complain. I commented on its tightness, and she thanked me,
saying it was probably due to the PC muscle exercises her husband made her
perform (I silently thanked him for that). I felt the warm, tickling
sensations engulf my cock and balls as I heard the squishing and slapping
of a hard cock in a slick pussy. It seems that we fucked for an eternity
when I felt her hands on my back (I knew she could get them free if she
wanted). She adroitly pushed her right hip up and over, throwing me onto
the tent floor. She straddled me, still impaled on my dick, and began
humping me. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I
went from watching those mounds bounce to feeling them and there erect
nipples. A moment later, she moved my hands around to her ass, which I
fondled with delight (while still watching her breasts bounce).
You like the feel of my ass?... she queried. When I answered to the
affirmative, she quickly pulled her torso up high enough that my cock fell
out of her cunt. Ow... I said, as it was almost painful going from that
tight box to free fall. Without a word, she held my cock and began to sit
again..... with the cock pointed directly at her asshole. I had fantasized
about this, but my wife was against it. Anal sex was about to become a
reality for me.
Slowly... she cautioned. I haven't done this much.... She sat down on my
cock and it was pure heaven. I had not ever held my cock this tight in my
hand jerking off!!! I was going to lay back and enjoy this next orgasm,
but she had other ideas. She moved my hands to her cunt, which was still
extremely wet from other activities, and told me to make her come again. I
gently rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger and she immediately
responded, gasping and saying yes, yes....
I knew that I would not last long, so I asked her how close she was....
Close, yes, close... she spoke, in a voice that was barely audible. That
big dick up my ass feels sooo good, and you are making my cunt - feel -
delightful - ooooh... she spoke haltingly, clearly not in full control of
her senses. My balls were warming, too, ready to send another batch of cum
to my cock.
Oh, oh, oh... she stammered. Yes, yes, yes... I groaned. In a last fit of
passion, both of our bodies jerked and bobbed - I tried desperately to
maintain contact with her clit as this was going on, apparently doing a
well enough job to bring her to a final climax. I felt that my ejaculation
would blow Lisa right off of me, but it didn't. My slippery juices fell
down my shaft to my crotch, joining hers in small pools at the base of my
cock.
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