Tempting the Boundaries: Part 1
Guiding a group of horny women isn't easy.
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Canadian Border Lakes.
This is the way to spend the summer. Not that teaching college courses is a bad thing, but dealing with two hundred needy children is tiring. Yeah, they might be twenty-ish, but they still act like little kids. I have to be checking e-mail every hour, answering dozens of questions every day, dealing with little Johnny or Susie who hasn't learned to be personally responsible yet and wants to be hand held. Very tiring. So by my own choice I get as far away as I possibly can. It's actually surprising just how far away from technology you can actually get.
Along the northern U.S. Border, in the arrowhead region of Minnesota, there's a massive national forest reserve for wilderness boating and camping. Boundary Waters Canoe Area is a unique opportunity to go back to the days of French fur traders from the Hudson Bay company, and Ojibwa tribal inhabitants.
Canada matched the commitment with Quetico Park, on the north side of the Rainy River in Ontario. Access is limited and permits are required. But while you're there, it's just as it was 1000 years ago. No motor boats. No cell towers or street lights. Not even a road or ranger tower in sight. Just rocky shores separating hundreds of lakes. Lakes carved out by massive prehistoric glaciers, during a cataclysmic reset of the continent.
From the middle of May to the middle of August you can find me up here, the northern boundary waters. Humping gear and canoes from lake to lake, guiding groups of wanna be outdoorsmen across the quiet lakes. A little fishing on the side, lying around quiet pine woods campsites, no cell phone, no computers, no technology other than one emergency radio and my GPS. Yep, this was definitely the way to get away from it all. I did it the first year after my divorce, just to get a change of scenery, and loved it so much that I came back, and back and well, this is my fifth year. My wife and I just weren't seeing eye to eye on anything anymore and we finally had enough. The quiet and solitude was exactly what I needed to get my head back into a positive view of life after so damn much negativity.
For a fifty year old I'm lean, strong, well-tanned, and feel pretty damn good about my own self-image. A far cry from that first year where I struggled until I actually got in shape. Now I don't feel self-conscious walking around without a shirt on and can smile to myself when I catch some of the female campers checking me out instead of the twenty somethings that I worked alongside.
I'm also one of Jack's favorite and most experienced guides. He knows that once he turns a group over to me he can forget all about them. It's the guide's job to help them plan the route, wrangle the food stores and meal menus, get their gear assigned and checked out and oh yeah, make sure they don't die or do anything too stupid out on the water. If you haven't been in the boundary waters before you are required to take a guide, hence me!
It doesn't pay great, but that's not what I'm here for. I do this because it helps me unwind and gets me away from it all, literally. Other than one bill I have to pay online from the lodge once a month, all my bills are auto paid, my house is watched by a friend's daughter who lives there while she's home from college. It's a perfect arrangement. Unfortunately next year I'm going to have to find someone else. This will be the last summer for Mandy, though her sister might be interested next year.
"Mike?" I heard from the doorway as I lay on my bunk reading a book.
"Yeah Jack?" I asked the owner of the outfitter.
"Lynn was supposed to work with this group that came in last night but she's down with some kind of stomach bug. Would you mind doing the pre-plan with them?"
"Yeah, if you want. Lynn okay?"
"She thinks it's just a twenty four hour bug. I'm hoping she'll be back up tomorrow."
"I can take the group if she's not," I said with a shrug. "I'm not due to go out for another two days, she can take my group."
"You may not want to offer that, but I'll keep it in mind."
"Why not. Something special about this group?" I asked as I pushed off the bunk and pulled on my hiking boots.
"You know me Mike. I won't send a guy out with an all-female group. It's just a recipe for trouble."
"Oh. Didn't know it was an all-girl group. What about Tracy?"
"She's still out. Not due in until tomorrow night."
"Oh. Well. I'll do the pre-plan then," I said with a shrug. "Lynn will probably be better tomorrow."
"I hope so. I'd hate to cancel the trip," Jack said as he turned and walked away from the door of the bunk room. Jack was a pretty good guy. A bit old fashioned at times, but he did a good job of looking out for his people. One time he had a group of all women complain that the young male guide couldn't keep his hands or eyes to himself, so he made a new rule. No more young single guys with all female groups. Unfortunately the vast majority of the guides were single young guys.
I walked to the office a few steps behind Jack, stepping into the large rustic room a few moments after him. "Ladies. This is Mike. He'll be helping you with the pre-plan for your trip and get your gear all worked out."
I looked at the group and quickly reminded myself why he had made such a rule. The group was seven women, ranging from what I guessed was mid-forties to late twenties. The older women wore shorts and t-shirts, but the younger ladies wore bikini tops or halter style tops above their tight looking shorts. Yeah, a single young guy would have a hard time keeping his eyes and hands to himself.
"Hi. I'm Jill," what I thought was the oldest of the group said, stepping forward and holding her hand out. She was maybe five and a half feet tall, with a trim, but not petite body and plenty of curves in all the right places. Her short brown hair framed her face and her soft blue-green eyes pleasantly. I reached out and took her hand, giving it a firm but short handshake.
"This is Tiffany," she said, motioning to a slightly younger woman, maybe forty at most, long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, very bright green eyes that seemed to smile almost as much as her lips. She was slightly taller than Jill, though a little thinner, with what I'd guess were a pair of C or D cup tits trying to peek out of a tight halter top. Her shorts were almost painted on her curvy hips and I doubted they were long enough to cover all of her ass, though I couldn't tell the way she was standing.
"Beth," she said, motioning to a twenty something year old young lady that could easily have been my own daughter. She was petite with short cropped blond hair with longer bangs that seemed to want to stretch down into her blue eyes. She had on an orange bikini top that barely covered the front of her easily C cup tits, her nipples poking the tiny orange triangles prominently. Her shorts were micro short and unsnapped in front, making me wonder how they didn't just slide down off her body. With the zipper and snap undone, the V of tanned skin that was exposed extended down nearly to her mound. Her slender legs were shapely and I suspected from the look of her thighs that she was once an athlete of some kind.
"Sherrie," she said waving her hand toward a tall, easily six-foot black woman who was maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts but there was no doubt that she was built in all the right places.
"Kim," she said as a very petite little Asian woman stepped toward me with her hand out. Her jet black hair a striking contrast to her creamy white skin. Her brown eyes seemed to glisten as she grinned and took my hand, holding it more than shaking it.
"Donna," she said motioning to another thirty-something woman nearly her own height, the heaviest set of the group with a pair of huge tits cradled in a spandex workout top. While she was larger framed, I was surprised that the tight spandex pants didn't really make her look fat, but well-proportioned with her huge chest. She smiled almost shyly, as she pushed an errant lock of her shoulder length brown hair out of her face, hooking it over her frequently pierced ear.
"And the baby of the group, Tina," she said, motioning to a tall thin young woman that had to be middle twenties at most. She had a small chest covered by a red and white striped bikini top and I suspected didn't have much hair anywhere on her body, based on the smallness of the bikini bottom. She had curly dishwater blond hair and soft blue eyes that made you want to look for more.
"Good to meet you all," I answered as I looked the group over.
"So, you going to be our guide?" Kim asked quietly.
"No. Actually your guide is down sick right now, so I'm going to help you plan the trip, get your gear assigned, that kind of thing."
"Awe. I was hoping," Kim said with a frown.
"Well, the boss doesn't like to send single male guides out with an all-female group. Just bad for business."
"Does that mean you're a single male guide?" Sherrie asked from the second row of the women."
"Yes ma'am. It does. Which is why Lynn will be your guide when you leave tomorrow."
"Well, that makes it even more disappointing that you're not going to be our guide then."
"Oh, trust me. You'll have a much better trip with Lynn than with me," I told them. "Now, if you wanna follow me, we'll go to the map room and start planning your trip," I added as I turned and headed out of the office into the cool morning breeze.
"Why would we have a better trip with Lynn?" Kim asked, catching up to walk next to me.
"Well, let's just say that you can be more relaxed if you don't have a man in the camp."
"Oh? And why would having a man in the camp keep us from being more relaxed?"
I looked down at her as we walked across the gravel path toward the gear shed, her eyes smiling as much as the devilish little grin on her lips.
"So how many of you are married?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh. Only Donna. Why? Is it important?"
"Nope. Just curious. I mean if you're going to insinuate that having a single guy around wouldn't stop you from relaxing..."
"Trust me. I doubt that having a single or married guy around would stop us from relaxing," Beth said from behind us. "It wouldn't be the first time a guy has seen any of us half or all the way undressed."
I shook my head and thought that it was a good thing Lynn was going with this group.
We spent the next few hours in the planning room, working their route out on the map. Now not all lakes are created equal. Besides those on the Canadian side and those on the US side having different camping restrictions, some lakes are on loops, where you go from lake to lake, putting in on one end and taking out on the other, eventually ending up on Moose Lake again to head back home. Others lead to dead ends where you have to double back. Personally I like these best because they see less traffic.
The ladies specifically wanted a lake that was secluded for their third day out, planning a two-day trip out, third day just hanging around camp and then two days back. We selected a quiet little lake with an island camp site that I was pretty sure would be open. In July there is so much traffic on the lakes, compared to May or August, and the camp sites are first come, so sometimes you can't get the one you plan. In this case the lake they planned on spending their third day on should be sparsely used, if at all. The last two times I'd been on this lake we were the only group on it at all and it had a really nice quiet island campsite.
With the route decided we went on to planning meals, giving them the usual lecture on what they can and can't do out on the water, and then I took them to the dining hall for lunch.
After we ate we went to the gear shed where they checked out their three canoes, gear packs and cook box while I loaded their food into a tote pack. With all their gear checked out, we hauled it in several trips to the little round hut that they spent the night in, taking the canoes down by the lakeside.
"Okay ladies. Now. These big packs are to hold your gear. You have to get three peoples' gear in one of these. That means clothes, sleeping pad and sleeping bag and one of the tents. With eight of you, including Lynn, you will need to also get four tents into the three packs."
"In there? How are we supposed to do that?"
"Travel light. Everything you take has to get hauled over those portages. So the more you take the more you haul."
"Well, how much do you take?"
"All my gear for the five days will be in a small backpack. Two changes of socks and underwear, one spare pair of pants, two shirts, rains suit and wind suit, camp shoes and my toiletries kit."
"Seriously? We only take two pair of underwear?"
"Well, three, if you count the ones you're wearing. You can wash them at camp. If you really have to, you can take more, but you have to carry it."
"Well, I'm not going with only two pair of panties," Tiffany said with a frown.
"You can use my allowance. I'm not planning on wearing any!" Sherrie said with a grin.
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Beth said with a grin. "Bare bottomed and bare chested?"
"If I can!" Sherrie laughed back.
"Okay, okay. Now. You need to get your clothes packed and I'll be outside. When you get done I'll show you how we portage," I said, shaking my head as I walked out of the little round hut.
"Good lord," I said to myself as I stepped down the stairs and walked to a tree. It took them almost half an hour before they made their way out of the little hut dragging the three big packs behind them. "So all packed?"
"We think so," Donna said as she stepped down.
"Alright. So, who's going to carry the packs?"
"Huh?"
"Someone has to carry 'em. There are eight of us. That means that one of you carries the food pack, one the cook box. I can carry my pack and one canoe, which leaves three of you to carry packs and two of you to each carry a canoe."
"I don't think I can carry one of these," Kim said, trying to heft one of the packs.
"The canoes weigh just over fifty pounds, plus you have two paddles per canoe. I recommend that the pack carriers use the paddles as walking sticks and the canoe carriers take the canoes and life jackets."
"I'm not sure I can do that either," Kim said frowning.
"Well, there's the cook box and the food box. The food box gets lighter every day, the cook box weighs about forty five pounds."
"I'll take that!" Kim said.
"Okay. So. Who's next"
"I'll take a pack," Sherrie said, stepping over to one of the big gray packs.
"There's an easy way and a hard way to do this," I said, as I got up.
"I got this!" she said, picking the pack up by one strap and swinging it, sticking her arm through the other shoulder strap as it swung around her body. She clearly misjudged the weight of the pack, the other strap grabbing her shoulder and twisting her body around in a circle uncontrollably. Within moments she was lying on the ground on her back, the pack holding her like a stranded turtle, Tiffany lying on the ground under her.
"That would be the hard way," I said with a chuckle as I stepped over to them. I pulled the strap of the pack loose from her arm and helped her up before extending a hand down to Tiffany. I did my best to not stare at the tit that had become exposed as her blue and white polka-dot halter top was displaced in the collision.
"Oops," she said bashfully, quickly twisting her top back in place and covering her large pink areola and obviously hard nipple.
"So there's an easy way?" Jill asked with a grin.
"Yeah, there is," I answered, trying not to look back at Tiffany. I rolled the pack on the ground so the top faced my feet, the straps lying to the sides. I leaned over, reached for the sides of the pack, my wrists sticking through the straps as I grabbed the pack sides. With a grunt I pulled the pack off the ground, tossed it up and took a half step forward, the pack rolling in the air just above my head and sliding down my back, the shoulder straps sliding easily down my arms and settling on my shoulders. My body sagged for a moment as it accepted the weight of the pack and then I bounced it, pulling the straps tight as it was weightless behind me. "Just like that," I said as I turned for all of them to see. "So who wants to try the easy way?"
"I'll try that way," Sherrie said with an embarrassed grin. "Guess it was heavier than I expected."
"Not a problem," I said as I loosened the straps and let it slid off my back to the ground. I stepped away and watched her repeat my motions, getting the pack settled on her back on the first try.
"That was a bit easier."
"Okay. who's next?"
"I can do that," Tina said quickly.
I looked at her a little dubiously, the pack weighing almost half of what she did. She walked up confidently to the second pack, twisted it around, her ass sticking out at me as she bent over, and prepared to toss it over her head. "UP," she grunted, hoisting the bag into the air and trying to guide it over her head. The heavy pack cleared her head and settled on her back, the straps hitting her shoulders when the pack was nearly half way down her back. In moments she was backpedaling, the pack toppling her backwards toward me. I moved as quickly as I could both trying to get out of the way and catch her at the same time. I managed to grab the pack as it came at me, twisting her around in the process until we both ended up on the ground, her suddenly bare chest smashed into my face, one nipple practically in my mouth as she lay on top of me, my cock pressing against her body and the pack smashing her down on me. "Okay, so that didn't go as planned," she said as she tried to push herself up off of me, pulling her soft little tit out of my face but leaving both of them exposed right in front of me. Her little bikini top hung by one strap, most of the way off of her, as she struggled to push herself up off of me.
"Oh Fuck!" I grunted as she accidentally jammed her knee between my legs.
"Oh No! I'm sorry!" she cried, trying to roll herself off of me as I doubled up in pain.
"Oh god," I groaned as I lay on the ground in a fetal position, my body trying to protect my suddenly pain filled privates.
"Good going there Tina!" Donna said as she stepped over to me and knelt down.
"I'll be alright in a second," I groaned, my vision starting to clear from the little pain sparkles that had been dancing in front of my eyes for the last few seconds.
"Let me have a look," she said softly, trying to roll me over.
"No. I'll be fine," I groaned.
"Trust me. I'm a nurse," she insisted working to roll me over on my back.
Reluctantly I let her roll me as I worked to catch my breath and tried to will the pain to subside. I lay with my eyes closed, trying to not think about the pain and at the same time, not thinking about what Donna was doing. My focus was on the pain that was slowly ebbing away, not the fact that she had my shorts unsnapped and unzipped. "Oh damn," I groaned as she reached into my pants and gently felt my balls.
"Nothing damaged," she said softly as she slowly rolled my balls in her hand, her fingers teasing them softly before sliding up and wrapping around my soft cock.
"That part doesn't hurt," I groaned softly as she toyed with my soft cock.
"Just trying to take your mind off the pain," she whispered, pulling the front of my briefs down and out, exposing me to the whole gaggle of women now standing over me looking down.
"You do this for every patient that had his balls raked off?" I asked a little breathlessly.
"Only the ones I like," she answered as her hand continued to tease and stroke my cock, the sensations of her hand starting to dull the pain between my legs and replace it with different sensations. "Kinda like stomping on someone's foot to make them forget about the pain of a smashed finger."
"Yeah. Well. Okay. I appreciate it," I said, reaching down to try and pull my shorts back closed. "This is more than a little embarrassing," I mumbled as she stroked my quickly hardening cock. "You can stop any time you want."
"Not sure I want to," she whispered with a grin. "But I will if you insist."
"Yeah. I do," I answered.
"Well. If you're absolutely sure. Want me to take one more look and make sure everything is okay down there?" she asked, trying to pull my shorts back down farther again.
"No. thank you anyway. I'm sure it'll be fine," I said, trying to pull my pants up by the waist.
She sighed a little and then pulled her hand from my cock, leaving my almost completely hard cock exposed for several seconds while she reached to readjust my briefs and try to cover me with them. "These don't quite fit any more," she said, trying to stretch my synthetic bikini briefs up over my cock without success.
"Yeah. Well. It'll be fine," I said, leaving my cock sticking up out of the waistband and pulling my shorts closed over it. I held the front of my pants closed while Donna and Jill helped me up from the ground.
"I'm so sorry," Tina said, stepping back up to me, her top now fixed in place again. "I really didn't mean to do that."
"Yeah. It's okay," I said, gingerly snapping and zipping my shorts back up.
"I wish I could make it up to you somehow," she said, a pained look on her face as she reached out and rubbed my still sensitive nuts through my shorts.
"It's fine," I said, gently pulling her hand away. "Why don't you try the pack again? Okay?"
"Okay," she said as she stepped back away and walked over to where the pack lay. "I'll get it this time."
"Sure thing," I said, stepping back so she had plenty of room. She did manage to get it the second time, the pack looking massive on her back as she stood bent over by its weight.
"See! I got it!" she said as she tried to settle it on her back better and walk around with it. "Damn this is heavy!"
"Yeah, they are," I added to the comments the rest of the ladies were making. "Okay. One more pack. Who gets it?"
"I will!" Donna said, smiling at me as she stepped to the third pack. She easily swung it up over her head like I had, easily settling the straps on her shoulders.
"Looks good. Okay. That leaves, who, Jill, Tiffany and I forgot your name," I said pointing to the petite little gal in the orange bikini.
"Beth," she said quickly.
"Beth. One of you gets the food box and the other two canoes. So volunteers?"
"I'll do a canoe, Jill said.
"So will I," Beth said quickly.
"Alright then. Let's go down to the water and I'll show you all how we do this. Bring along the packs ladies," I said as I turned to walk down the path toward the water. I figured they'd be along behind me shortly, and I was right. Only shortly was a bit longer than I had expected. They tromped down the twisting path, bowed over under the weight of the packs. "So. Here are three canoes. GO ahead and see how your packs fit in them" I said, leading them to three canoes sitting in the grass. One by one they dropped the packs into the canoes.
"So? Now what?" Jill asked.
"Well. Now you get to figure out where you're going to sit. Each canoe has to hold 3 people."
"Oh," Beth said, looking at the canoes with the big packs in them.
"Yeah. So if you push the packs apart, you can slip one person into the canoe between them, one in the front and one in the back. That leaves a hole here for my pack since we'll only have two. Now, you don't have to decide who goes in which canoe when. It really doesn't matter. What does matter is that you get your pack into the canoe without dropping it in the lake. We do all the launches what we call wet foot. The rocks are sharp and jagged and can easily punch a hole in the bottom of one of these Kevlar canoes. So we load and unload them floating."
"That means we have to stand in the water?" one of the ladies asked from behind me.
"That's right. Which is why you'll have wet feet all day and you'll be hiking in wet boots every portage."
"UGH!" I heard Donna say.
"Well, chances are you'll be wet other places too. I never wear anything cotton. It doesn't dry fast enough. Synthetics were on your packing list. I hope you got some."
"We did," Jill said.
"Okay. Now. Let me show you how to carry the canoe," I said, reaching into the canoe in front of me and pulling the packs out with one hand each.
"Damn. How did he do that?" I heard Kim whisper to another of the ladies.
"So, you're going to do this in the water, but what you do is set the bow on the shore, roll the canoe up and over you and then settle it on your shoulders like this," I told them as I lifted and rolled the canoe over me. I stood with the center rail of the canoe on my shoulders, balancing it carefully as I tilted the bow up so it was level with the stern. "When you walk, you have to remember you're long. No tight corners!" I said as I carried the canoe down to the lake. "Getting it down is even easier," I said as I waded out knee deep in the water. I gave the canoe a little flip and let it flop down into the water with a loud slap and a small splash. "Then all you have to do is load your packs and you're ready to go."
"You make it look easy!" Jill said with a frown.
"It's not hard, but it does take some practice. So go ahead and lift one and see how it goes."
Jill stepped to the canoe leaned over it like I had done and jerked, trying to lift it up. It quickly thumped back to the ground where it started. "No way," she said shaking her head. "Can't do it."
"Alright. We'll use method two then." I said with a shrug. I stepped out of the water and over to her. I leaned down, picked up the stern of the canoe and held it in the air while she stepped under it. I gently set it down on her shoulders and then stood back while she balanced it.
"This is a lot harder than you make it look!" she said from under the canoe.
"You'll get the hang of it. Lynn is a good guide. She'll help you out getting them settled."
"If you say so."
"Why don't you go down and put it in the water."
"If you say so," she said slowly turning around to face the water only ten or so feet away. She walked tentatively down to the water, waded out several feet, gave the canoe a flip and then toppled over after the canoe, landing face first in the water. She pulled herself up and looked back at the group, her friends laughing loudly.
"And that, ladies, is why we wear only clothes that dry quickly," I said as I waded in next to her. I wrapped an arm around her and coaxed her to shore before wading chest deep to retrieve the escaping canoe. I pulled it to the shore and carried it up, setting it back in the grass while Jill stood there trying to squeegee the water from her hair and wring out her shirt. "Okay! One more canoe."
"I guess I will," Beth said as she stepped forward. She moved next to the canoe and then bent over, her ass sticking out at me as I stood back and watched her. She levered the canoe up over one shoulder, surprising me with how strong her petite frame actually was. She rolled it over onto her shoulders and settled it. Carefully picking the bow up she balanced it and then turned to head to the water. I guess I should have been paying more attention, but I guess I was busier watching her mostly naked body and not her feet. Instead of hiking boots, she had on a pair of little leather sandals. She took about three steps before she reached where Jill had drained most of her water on the grass, one of her sandals sliding on the wet grass. I was close, but not close enough. I reached for the canoe, trying to grab at it, but only able to push it away so it didn't land on top of her. She slid to the grass and down the slope toward the water, stopping when her ass hit the sandy strip of shoreline that Jack had installed to make training easier.
I slid down as well, landing on my hip and sliding down the grass several feet while the canoe bounced in the grass a few feet away from us. "OW!" Beth said as she sat at the edge of the grass, one of my legs over hers as I came to a halt face down in the grass next to her.
"Uh huh," I said as I tried to catch my breath after the hard impact. "What is it with you ladies? Damn!" I said as I pushed myself up. "That's more falls than I usually take all season!"
"Sorry," Beth said, reaching up for the hand I was holding out for her. She clasped mine in both of hers and let me pull her up to stand again.
"Hey Beth!" Kim called.
"Yeah?" Beth called back.
"Nice view!" Kim called again with a laugh.
"Huh?"
"Look down!" Donna called.
Beth and I both looked down and saw that she was naked from her tits down, her orange bikini bottom having broken loose in the slide. "Eek!" she squealed, covering her shaved mound and full round pussy lips with one hand while looking for her bikini bottom. She turned around when she saw it, bending over to get it, her pussy pushing out at me between her legs for a few moments. She stood up and tried to hold it over her private parts, finally giving up and holding the material over her ass and her hand over her front while she ran up to the little round bunkhouse they were using.
"And that takes care of that. The canoes can stay here. Take the paddles, packs, gear to your hut. You're scheduled to pull out right after breakfast. I'd say it's been fun, but instead I'll say it's been painful but interesting. I hope you have a great trip," I said as I got ready to walk away.
"So what now?" Jill asked.
"Well, you're free until dinner. Then get some sleep and a shower. It'll be the last one you get for five days, except for a dip in the lake. Tomorrow Lynn will meet you right here and you're off."
Sherrie walked over to me and took my face in both hands, giving me a quick wet kiss on the lips. "That's for working with us," she said before leaning her face back to mine again for a much slower longer wet kiss that started making my cock grow in my shorts again. "That's just because you're hot," she whispered before letting go of my face.
"Uh. Thanks, I think," I said, still feeling surprised. I thought for a moment that Donna was going to come over as well, but she stopped after moving only one foot and then just smiled at me before I turned and walked away. "Crazy women," I muttered as I walked back up the hill past their little round hut and continued on till I came to the bunkhouse. I was the only one in it at the moment, two other guides due back tomorrow. I stripped off my wet clothes and dug in my gear looking for a clean pair of boxer briefs. Frowning at the lack of any clean ones, I pulled on a pair of the low rise synthetic bikini briefs I wore on the treks and lay down for a nap, trying to put the image of Beth's bare pussy out of my mind.
I felt her lips against mine and startled awake, practically knocking my face into hers as my body involuntarily jumped. "Shush," she whispered in the dim bunk room. "It's me. Donna."
"Donna? What are you doing here?"
"The girls are taking a nap. I thought I might come and see if you wanted to finish what I started before."
"You wanna do what?" I squeaked in surprise.
"Well, actually I was kinda hoping you'd want a bit more than just a hand job. I can think of a few more pleasant ways to finish that off."
"Donna! You just expect me to have sex with a strange woman?" I asked in surprise.
"Well, not exactly a stranger. I mean I've already had my hand on your cock. And you do deserve fair treatment," she said as she lifted her hands to her spandex workout top and pulled it up, letting two huge tits bounce free. Each massive tit, easily a triple D, formed a teardrop with its own weight, a large round light brown areola about the size of a silver dollar surrounding an erect, equally brown, nipple. She smiled at me and moved her hands to her pants, pushing them down along with a pair of small white underwear, sliding them down her legs until she stepped out and stood there naked. "How's that?" she asked as she moved next to my bunk and then crawled up onto it over me.
"Donna," I said quietly. "You can't be in here. It's the guys' bunk room."
"Well, I don't see any other guys besides you, so who'll know? By the way, did I tell you I think you have a fantastic cock?"
"What?"
"I said you have a fantastic cock and I want to fuck you," she whispered, leaning her face down toward mine, her big tits hanging down between us and pressing against my chest. She lowered her hips down over mine until I felt her pussy pressing against my underwear-covered cock, which was growing harder by the second. She gently rocked her hips, grinding herself against me while her lips pressed to mine and her tongue teased my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted into my mouth, flicking across mine as she ground her body against mine harder, her hard nipples pressing into my bare chest while her pussy ground against my now hard shaft.
I reached my hands up and stroked them up and down her back, getting more turned on with each passing moment. She took this as approval and reached between us, pushing the front of my briefs down below my balls and wrapping her hand around my cock. "I've wanted to do this all afternoon," she moaned softly, breaking the kiss and rocking her body forward. Her tits dragged along my chest as she moved to where she could lift my cock up, rubbing my head between her wet lips.
"Oh damn," I groaned as she pushed slowly back, forcing her body to stretch around my engorged head, her soft wet pussy engulfing my cock.
"Oh you can say that again," she moaned softly. "So fucking big. No way Beth can get you in."
"Huh?" I asked, not quite sure I'd heard her right.
"Nothing lover. Just relax and enjoy," she whispered, rocking herself to push her pussy on and off my cock, my fat mushroom head stroking the full length of her hot wet tunnel. On and off she coaxed her pussy, grinding her clit into the base of my cock at the end of each stroke and rocking her hips to make sure I was as deep into her as she could make me. I moved my hands to her tits, slipping them between us as she lifted her chest to make room for them. I cupped each massive tits, letting her nipples stick between my fingers, squeezing them each time I squeezed her huge soft tits. "So good. Oh god; so good," she moaned as she rocked.
"You keep that up you're gonna make me come," I whispered softly, feeling that familiar tingle spreading from my groin, warning me that I would soon be unable to hold back.
"That's it! Do it. Come with me. I'm so fucking close already too," she moaned softly, pressing her pussy down even harder against me.
"Shit," I groaned, starting to rock my hips in time with hers, driving me more quickly into her. Her pace quickened when she felt me driving into her, our bodies soon slapping together as she bounced on my thighs, my head smashing into the end of her tunnel and sending little tingles of extra pleasure jolting through my body.
"Fuck! I'm coming," she gasped as she tried to continue pounding down on me, her trembling legs and arms seeming to break her rhythm. Even slightly out of sync, her pounding down on my cock was going to put me quickly over the edge. I felt her contract around my shaft, her tunnel growing tighter around me, coaxing me closer to climax. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" she cried as her body jerked on me, slamming down hard on me as my hips bucked up into her, releasing the first surge of cum into her.
"Oh god," I groaned as I lay under her, my body jerking and pumping shot after shot of cum into her. I looked up at her in the dim light and saw her smiling down at me, her chest heaving as she struggled to recover from both the climax and the exertion of getting there.
"Damn," she whispered breathlessly. "That was a hell of a fuck!"
"Uh. Yeah," I agreed as my cock twitched inside her in response to her tunnel still periodically squeezing around me. "It was."
"I knew it was a nice cock, when I had it in my hand out there. I had no idea how good it would be sitting on it."
"I don't know what to say. Thank you would be appropriate I think."
"You're welcome. I didn't want to take off tomorrow without having a chance to both thank you for your attention and saying I was sorry you got kneed."
"Well, this was most definitely the best apology I've ever gotten for anything."
"My pleasure," she whispered, leaning down on me again, bringing her lips to mine. She gently kissed me, her soft lips teasing mine for long minutes before my softening cock slipped from her. "That must be my cue to sneak back in with the girls," she whispered before she slipped off of me. I lay there and watched her dress, tucking her massive tits into the spandex top before pulling on the spandex workout pants. She leaned over me gave me one more seductive wet kiss and then walked away without another word.
I lay there awake, more shocked than anything. It had been some time since I'd had any sex, let alone from someone I hadn't dated. While it was most definitely against the rules, I really had to say I enjoyed the hell out of the quick little tryst and wouldn't at all mind getting a chance to have a bit more with her. Not that it was going to happen, but it was still a nice thought as I pulled my underwear back up and closed my eyes again.
To be continued. Based on a post by m storyman x, for Literotica.