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It was a lovely day to float down the river. 84 degrees and sunny with a light breeze. She climbed into the small rowboat carefully, put down a small pillow on the bow seat and immediately began applying sunscreen and bug repellant. He took his position at the oar seat, careful to rock the boat too much. Once they were both settled, he gave the dock a mighty shove before picking up the oars to begin their journey to no place in particular.
They had entered the water at a wide, calm spot. She gazed at the wispy clouds in the sky and the sun just over the tree line He rowed gently towards a bend where the river narrowed a bit and the current picked up. It was not rough by any means but, he’d be able to let the boat float with some minor steering adjustments.
It did not take long for them to be alone in nature. The birds sang them a song as they floated along. She watched dragonflies dart in an out of the cats tails along the shortine. He watched her. She pointed out an eagle nesting in the tree tops; he smiled but didn’t look away. A hummingbird flew right up to the point of their small craft and hovered for 30 to 45 seconds before zipping away. She spun quickly to look at him and exclaimed “Babe! Did you see that??”
“See what?” he replied dumbly.
“Hon! There was a humming bird RIGHT THERE in front of us, and you missed it? I swear, you go somewhere in your head sometimes and you miss EVERYTHING! The view out is here is so beautiful. What are YOU looking at?”
“Your butt’, he thought. But he knew not to say it. He wasn’t going to mess up a good thing by saying the inside thoughts out loud.
“Why don’t you take over to that little cove,” she pointed to a small clearing along the bank where the current was nearly dead. Satisfied that they were alone and likely to stay that way, she pulled the bikini string behind her neck and untied the knot at her back and removed her top. She gave her breasts a gentle squeeze and lifted them up as a presentation to the sun.
The boat continued to float but it’s forward progress slowed to a stop. She stood in the boat and carefully took a step backwards towards him. She moved her pillow to the “bench seat” in the middle of the small boat and leaned back into him. “Babe…be a dear and rub some more lotion on my shoulders? I don’t want to burn.”
She handed him the spray bottle and pulled her red hair to one side. He gave her a generous coating before rubbing it in. His hands caressed her neck as he massaged her cares away. His large hands kneaded the tight muscles of her neck, then shoulders and upper back. She moaned and leaned back into him as the tension of the week escaped her.
She picked up the bottle and sprayed her ample chest. “These too,” she invited.
“Play it cool,” he thought to himself. He rubbed the sprayed sunscreen into her cleavage and then rolled his hands out to he sides. His palms spread the lotion across the white skin that was normally hidden from the sun. He repeated the process a few times before cupping the delicious breasts from below and massaged them gently but firmly. She signed deeply and sank farther against him.
When his fingertips focused on her nipples she melted further back into his arms. Unfortunately, doing so revealed the excitement that he had been hoping to conceal. She felt his hardness against her naked back and an evil grin ran through her mind. She sat up and feigned a big yawn. “Hang on, hon. I have to switch positions.”
She stood slowly so as not to tip the boat, then bent forward to pick up and move her pillow back to the bow seat. As she did, though, she untied the remaining strings of her bikini. When she stepped forward and turned, the bottom half of her swimsuit fell to her feet. She sat down and stretched her legs out in front her, crossing her ankles between his knees. She interlaced her fingers behind her head and stretched; her naked body presented gloriously to nature and to him.
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