TITLE    : A Good Day on the River
STORYID  : a-good-day-on-the-river
SUMMARY  : A delightful unexpected sexual encounter.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-03
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |chance encounter|river|oral|skinny dipping|


Even before I pulled to the bank and got out to check the class four rapid ahead for logs and other obstructions, and even over the loud roar of the double waterfall I could hear country music playing. "Somebody is partying down below," I surmised.



My paddling partner took my thumbs-up signal from his solo canoe as he idled in the center of the river waiting for my all-clear. He waived to me, paddled hard down the long tongue of smooth water leading into the upper fall-like rapid until the tongue played out and turned into a froth of white boils before dropping over into the mayhem. In spite of him paddling as hard as he could into the rapid, he didn't have quite the speed it took to eddy-out and avoid being sucked into the grip of the second fall. His canoe bounced off several boulders, flipped and he took the final stretch of water outside of his boat. He did manage to grab his boat in the large pool below the rapid and signal he was okay.



I mounted my kayak, settled my nerves and paddled hard directly down the same path my buddy had taken down the tongue, the V of smooth water extending downstream the most, like a pointer leading me into the big rapid ahead. I built up as much speed as possible for control over my kayak in the white boiling turbulence that threatened to engulf me and my little boat. I would need every bit of my speed to eddy out of the main flow in the middle pool before getting washed over the second fall in a bad spot like my buddy had just done.



My first maneuver was completed perfectly. I dropped over the first fall, dug my paddle into the water, leaned and pulled the boat in a tight circle around me. The nimble little craft spun around to point upstream and I gave the river a few hard strokes moving upstream and shot back across the torrent of water coming down. Once across the heavy part of the down-flow, I spun again to head back downstream. With a couple more strokes of the paddle, I dropped over the second fall in the most desirable place available. "Swoosh," down the shoot I went, was airborne for a second, and plunged into the bottom pool with enough energy that my momentum only required two more strokes of my paddle to beach my kayak on the sand bar at our remote take out location just below the falls.



Across the river, only fifty yards or so away, three barefoot young women in short shorts and halter tops stopped their line dancing in the edge of the water momentarily and applauded me. "You are the only one who made it so far without dumping," one of them yelled to me.



"I'll hike out to get the truck," my buddy told me. It was our custom to bet on the best ride through the final rapid. The loser had to hike out to a farmhouse and livery a couple miles away and retrieve my truck. It simply wasn't safe to leave a vehicle unattended at the river.



I had at least an hour to kill even if my buddy jogged out, so pushed off my side of the river and paddled over to the group of young ladies on the other side, to them and Bubba (I never did get his real name). 



"Thank you," I said to the one who had congratulated me, and commented, "What a lovely sight to find at the end of my trip."



"Hey, can I try that thang?" Bubba asked.



"Sure," I told him, figuring that making some progress with the gals was contingent on being nice to their friend (or relative, I wasn't sure).



"I'm Chad," I told the group.



"I'm Amy," the older female of the group said, the one who had called out to me. 



A couple minutes later Bubba was trying to get his fat ass snuggled down into my custom fitted kayak seat while I talked with Amy. The other two young women grinned shyly and looked down to avoid eye contact with me whenever I looked at them. They shuffled in place and shifted their weight from one foot to the other with nervous insecurity as they took in my presence and sized me up. They didn't seem frightened of me. I think they were mostly just self-conscious being around a stranger. In my experience, the locals and river-runners didn't often share much more contact that a passing wave "hello" or a courtesy nod of the head.



I took a minute to show Bubba he needed to drop one hip into the seat first and wedge the other hip in afterward. He finally just tore out half of the foam padding in my custom-fitted seat and dropped his oversized butt in.



"Oh well, a little contact cement back at home will fix that," I thought.



The three young ladies started dancing again as I shoved Bubba off the beach and out into the large pool just off shore. I was making eyes and grinning back and forth suggestively with Amy as I danced with the gals when Bubba dumped himself upside down the first time. He then proceeded to turn the pool into a pissy foam as he frantically fought to get himself extracted from the kayak and his head above water, which he eventually did. He came up spitting water, coughing and cursing. I let him struggle with the impossible task of trying to horse a kayak full of water around in the current at the bottom of the pool for a few minutes as I was still having fun dancing with the young women.



"What's the fuckin' deal here, boss?" an exhausted Bubba finally asked for help in his unique way. I gave Amy a wink and a grin and went to give Bubba a hand.



"You have to turn the boat upside down and dump the water out first," I explained, and showed him the technique.



Three more times he dumped himself, and three more times he wrestled with the heavy, watered-down boat before eventually turning it upside down to empty out the water before he mounted it again. Finally exhausted, Bubba dragged the boat up on the beach and said, "Fuck that piece-of-shit-thang." He staggered to the cooler in the back of somebody's Jeep, downed a half a half pint of bourbon and opened two beers, one of which he continuously downed immediately. Well, that was pretty much the end of Bubba's contribution to the party. He plopped down in a low-slung beach chair in the sand and sipped his other beer and watched us dance with a bobbing head until he fell asleep.



"Want a beer or something," Amy asked me after a bit.



"Something," I told her with a playful smile.



She grinned at me knowingly and offered, "Let's get a drink and a beer and take a walk."



I'm sure I stared at her bouncy round ass cheeks all the way to the cooler.



Amy tilted the bottle up and took slow but man-sized swig of bourbon and chased it with a big gulp of beer as I took both opportunities to look at her tits up close for the first and second time. I was even more impressed than I had been earlier. She handed me the bottle of bourbon and apparently expected me to do the same, which I did.



"Want to try the kayak?" I asked.



She grinned from ear to ear and her nipples got hard. "Sure; I'd love to do that."



I got several feels of her nice round butt and the smooth skin on her legs helping Amy into the little boat, and afterward, kept it stable for her until she could get a feel for her balance. I let her paddle with me holding the boat in place to get used to the feel of the action and then let go. She paddled a bit unsteadily through the pool over to the other shore. Once there, she poked the bank with the paddle enough to get turned around and came back. "That is so fun!" she exclaimed with that same delightful beaming grin.



"Not as much fun as what you are going to do next," I told her. "Give me a couple minutes to get to the bottom of that little rapid below us and come on down.



I waded waist-deep in the river and waited for her until she made a perfect run to me, well perfect until she tried to turn at the last moment. She dumped and popped up out of the water next to me as I caught the kayak and grabbed the paddle trying to float away.



Her soaked white halter top revealed two perfect full, firm, young breasts with rock hard pink nipples along with a baggie with two joints and several kitchen matches inside. "Holy shit that was fun!" she exclaimed.



"Glad you enjoyed it," I told her.



"Want to smoke a joint with me?" she asked.



"Sure," I begrudgingly (right) told her.



I pulled the boat to the next beach on the far side of the river from Bubba and the two younger gals and yelled to them, "She's okay."



One of the girls yelled back, "We're ready to go."



"Tell them to go on. Can you give me a ride?" Amy requested.



"I'll give her a ride home. She wants to stay for awhile," I yelled back.



As we smoked, we watched Bubba bounce (inadvertently) over a couple of small boulders as he drove away with the girls, obviously still drunk as a sailor in port on Saturday night.



When the Jeep topped the hill and disappeared I leaned in to kiss Amy, but hesitated with my lips just an inch from hers to let her respond if she wanted. She took up the slack space between us and pressed her lips into mine. By the third time we kissed she was rather crudely poking her tongue in my mouth and wiggling it around, not that I was about to complain about her inexperienced technique.



"Want to take a swim?" I asked to break up the awkward (for me at least) moment.



"Sure," she said.



I pulled the boat behind me as we made our way back up to the big pool below the falls where Amy stripped naked and dove in before I could even get the boat beached. I only hesitated a moment because I was very erect and I stripped too. Amy was neck deep in the pool and grinning at my condition when I dove in to join her.



She playfully made me chase her to the falls and then on out to a flat rock out in the pool a bit where she climbed out. I drank in the sight of her ripe, fit, naked young body as I climbed onto the rock. 



The cold water had only reduced my erection slightly and she stared it back into hardness before reaching over and wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Her manual and oral skills were much better than her kissing technique had been. She stroked and sucked my hard dick for a minute or two with me lying on my back propped up on my elbows to watch her pretty face taking in my hard dick. If she hadn't stopped when she did, I would have come in her mouth within almost no time, but she crawled over me and straddled my cock, guiding the head to her pussy. It wasn't easy and took a couple of squeaky minutes of our mutual effort to get my cock inside her tight little pussy without the aid of lube. Finally we managed to get things sufficiently lubed with our natural juices and she fucked me with the tightest little thing I had ever put my dick in. She couldn't even take all of me, but that didn't stop her from trying.



She filled her pussy with my hard dick and rocked back and forth hunching me for her own pleasure, eyes closed, biting her lip and moaning loudly for most of it. "Your dick feels so good," she told me during one brief period when she had her eyes open looking at me. 



I looked down at her pussy when she started rubbing herself as she fucked me. Her clit was poking out a full half inch and she rubbed the extended nub rapidly, stopping only now and then to gather more of the slick lube her pussy was by then profusely leaking. All at once she was very wet and slick and riding my dick with joyous abandon. A minute or two later, she twitched hard, convulsed I should say, and threw her upper body down onto mine and fucked and kissed me like a wild woman until her climax was done.



How I didn't come in her was just a miracle. I guess I was just too fucking shocked. That is the only explanation I have to offer. Anyway, she stopped kissing me and said, "Your turn now. How do you want to do it?"



"Just keep doing what you are doing and I will tell you when I am going to come," I told her.



She sat back up and fucked me more. Damn she was tight and hot and she was grinning joyfully the whole time. Maybe three minutes later as I massaged her awesome tits, the urge to come hit me hard and I told her, "I'm going to come soon."



After humping me a couple more times, she pulled off my dick and straddled my shaft with her pussy lips and kept on fucking me until the powerful spurts began shooting out of my dick, hitting my face first and streaking down my chest. She never stopped hunching and milking me expertly until I was done, not even as she laughed at the fact that I had cum dripping down all over my face and neck.



"You better quit laughing at me," I jokingly warned her.



"What'ya gonna do?" she teased back and a second later dove into the pool.



I dove in after her.



When I caught her in a place we could stand she washed and wiped the cum off me and laughed more. I took her by her hand and led her to the beach where I spread her open lying back on my shirt. I fucked her tight little pussy again and for much longer the second time. We rooted out a hollow in the sand under her back with our vigor for each other. She got off twice more, once during the second fucking and once as I sucked that delightful big clit and teased it to orgasm with my tongue and lips. I got my revenge on her when I pulled out to keep from coming in her pussy and fucked her juicy hot pussy lips until I sprayed her face and tits with cum. She just laughed at the irony. That was when I first kissed her clit to make things all better.



After her oral orgasm, we took a quick dip to wash off the sweat and sand. I was fucking Amy's wonderfully tight pussy a third time, by then doggie style and she was pushing her hot young body back onto my dick and moaning loudly with pleasure when we heard the rumble of vehicles echoing in the hills and had to get dressed.



Before my buddy made it down to the river on his side, Bubba and the other two girls showed up to pick up Amy. I guess they got to feeling guilty about leaving her with a stranger.



I wrote down Amy's number and promised to call her and take her canoeing (or something) when I got back up that way, but I fucked up big time when I washed my pants with her phone number inside. That still pisses me off.



Anyway, it was a fine day on the river, one of the very best ever. 

