I Want Her To Know What Love Is Ch 05

In this chapter, Rooster takes Benson, Tommy and Sonia out to Isle Royale National Park for one night of camping, as a test, and three nights away. This chapter contains regular and oral sex, and toys. All of my work is copyrighted. Do not alter, edit, or copy my work, or publish it in other forums without the author's written permission. © Copyright 2024

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 5

Isle Royale

Sonia was sucking my cock when I woke up, and doing a damn fine job of it, I might add. She took me all the way to completion and beyond, mounting me when she had me hard again.

"Why did you make me scream last night?" Sonia asked, bouncing on my cock.

"I don't know if it's fair to say I made you scream, just created the conditions that made it possible. You could have stuffed the sheets in your mouth."

"I'm sure Tommy heard me."

"Then he won't have to ask if you're enjoying our sex."

She glared at me briefly, then laughed, settling in.

"To be honest," I said, "I don't know how good of an actress you are. You've told me you did things to make your clients feel good about themselves. I was 99% certain you enjoyed your sex with me, but I figured if you'd scream while Tommy was in the house, I could be 100% certain."

"You think I ever squirted for any of my johns?"

"I don't know. I don't know the circumstances needed for squirting. I don't think any of my previous girlfriends squirted, although some got really, really wet, and left big puddles in my bed. I admit, I didn't try as hard to pleasure them as I try with you. If they got off a couple times, I was happy. I want to send you over the moon."

"You've succeeded in doing that," she said as she moaned and climaxed. "God, you've succeeded so fucking well."

"That makes me thrilled. I want you to find it very hard to give me up."

She leaned down to kiss me, while still sliding back and forth on my cock. Her nipples were dragging over my chest as she moved up and down. I couldn't get enough of this woman.

Since she'd emptied me once already this morning, she got a nice, long, multi-orgasm screw before she emptied me again.

"Would you want any more children?" I asked as we lay panting together.

"With the right person," she said with a smile.

"Am I the right person?" I asked.

"God, Rooster, I don't know. It feels so crazy to want you this much after a little more than a week. We barely know each other. You know what I've done. I know if we're together for any length of time, we're going to run into more of my clients. Less than one week and one date out and we ran into that asshole. How are you going to feel when it happens repeatedly, running into someone who's had me? It will be like dating the biggest slut in school who's fucked the entire football and basketball teams. What are you going to tell your family about me? Maybe if we lived somewhere else, but shit, Rooster. Your house is within three miles of where I did business on Lake Street. How much humiliation are you willing to withstand?"

"For the right person, a lot."

"Am I the right person?"

"More and more, every day, I think so."

"It's more than I ever dared hope. I barely dare to think about it now. I feel someone will pull the rug out from under my feet and I'll end up feeling worse than I did two weeks ago."

"You'll never feel that bad again. Not if I have anything to say about it."

She was silent for a time, then she got up and said, "Let's eat. I'm starving."

We showered and went down to breakfast. Benson and Tommy were both grinning when we came down.

"I don't think you need to worry whether or not your mother enjoys sex with me, Tommy," I said.

Sonia smacked me on the arm and Tommy grinned even wider.

"Would you like some breakfast, sir, and ma'am?" Benson asked, unable to keep a smile off his face.

"Benson, I'm famished," Sonia said, kissing the top of Tommy's head. "Three eggs over easy and at least five slices of bacon or sausage links."

"I'll have the same, Benson, but make it six bacon or links."

"Yes, sir. Coming right up."

"What are we doing today, Rooster?" Tommy asked.

"Well, Benson is going to pack us a picnic lunch and we'll head back toward Gooseberry Falls, but we'll stop at Tettegouche State Park near Silver Bay instead. It's got some great hiking trails, and we're going to break in your hiking boots and backpacks, carrying our lunch and some other things, just to get the feel for it. We'll have to be at the mouth of the Pilgrim River around five PM, so we'll hike for a little less than half the time out, eat lunch, then hike back. After that, your Mom is going to take the car back, but we'll be taking another way home."

"You're going to let me drive your car, your quarter million dollar car?"

"It's well insured, and easy to drive. I'm sure you can make the trip on your own."

"What are you going to do with my son, walk back?"

"No, just another route home. It will take us a little longer to get back, but not much longer. Think Deephaven and the last picnic we went on, and you'll know what I'm talking about."

"Oh. I think Tommy will like that."

"So do I."

Benson packed us a lunch after breakfast, and we put on some hiking clothes. We got everyone's backpacks and filled them with lunch and other items that might come in handy on the hike, adding around thirty pounds to my pack, twenty to Sonia's and about twelve to Tommy's. We put the backpacks in the trunk and headed on down the road, arriving at Tettegouche around 9 AM. Eight hours before we had to get back, so figure three hiking out, and three and a half hiking back because we'd be more tired, and a half hour for lunch. Considering Tommy's shorter legs, maybe two miles per hour, so maybe five miles each way with any rest stops needed.

We picked a trail that started along the bluffs overlooking Superior, but then they went into the forest to the north and west of us.

"If you're relatively quiet, you might see some deer," I told Tommy, "but it might depend on other hikers on the trail and how noisy they are. We'll have a better chance at the larger animals when we go farther north into the boundary waters, where there are fewer people."

We made better time than I expected, as Tommy kept up pretty well. According to my watch, we'd walked a full six miles and hadn't needed too many stops. I'm sure all our hearts were beating faster with the pace we'd set on a moderate difficulty trail.

"How are you doing, Tommy? How are your feet?"

"Good, Rooster."

"We made better time than I expected. How about I show you how to light a fire without using your matches?"

"Do we need to cook our food?"

"No, but it's easier to show you in full daylight than it is when it gets colder and darker, and we've got the time. I need you to gather some dry leaves and pine needles, some small twigs and a couple of larger pieces of wood. I'm going to clear a spot for a fire. One danger of fire in the woods is accidentally burning everything down, and killing plants, animals and humans, with a forest fire."

I went into my pack and got a folding shovel and a small axe I'd carried. I cleared the ground in around a three-foot diameter circle, then dug a shallow hole about a foot across in the middle of the circle. I put some of the smaller twigs at the bottom, covered by the dry leaves and pine needles. I used the largest of my Swiss Army blades to carve some wood shavings over the leaves.

"Are we going to rub two sticks together?" Tommy asked.

"Not on a sunny summer day, my man. Pull out your knife and pull out the magnifying glass."

"We're going to use the glass, aren't we?"

"We sure are. The heat from the glass won't be enough to light the twigs on fire, but they can start the leaves and needles, which will fire the shavings, which will burn the twigs. Then you can add some proper wood and get a fire big enough to keep you warm, cook your food, or scare away animals. Focus the light on some leaves covered by the wood shavings. As it smokes, blow on it softly. You're feeding it oxygen. As the shavings catch, we can add more twigs, then the larger branches. But before we go, we must make sure the fire is out. I put the dirt from the shallow hole I made beside the fire. When we leave, we'll cover the fire with that dirt, depriving it of oxygen, cooling the flames and making sure there's nothing left to burn, you see."

Tommy had no problem getting the fire started. He was quite proud of his accomplishment.

"Did you see, Mom? I lit it all by myself."

"I did see. Let's have some of that food and water to celebrate, shall we? We'll have a toast to the king of fires."

We all took out our food and ate, and there was a lot of laughter and celebrating another new thing learned. When we finished, I gave Tommy the shovel and told him to cover the fire.

"Rooster, I have a problem," Sonia said.

"What's that, my lady?"

"You and Tommy can go behind a tree and take care of your business. What does a female do when she has to relieve herself?"

I laughed. "The same thing the men would have to do if they couldn't stand to take care of their business. I'll show you. Tommy, is the fire out?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good lad. We have one more lesson to learn today about living in the woods. May I have the shovel, please?"

He gave me the shovel and I found a fallen tree, not too wide. I dug a hole beside it about a foot deep. I went into my backpack and pulled out a roll of toilet paper.

"Tommy and I will head a short distance down the trail. Plant your beautiful behind over the tree so you'll have some clearance. Take care of your business, wipe, put everything in the hole, and cover it up. Everything goes back to nature, but it doesn't leave a nasty reminder we were here behind us. Bring the shovel when you come. Let's go, Tommy, so we can give your mom a little privacy."

We grabbed our packs and went about fifty yards down the trail and left Sonia to her devices. A few minutes later, she joined up with us, handing me the shovel and the toilet paper.

"Any questions about our first day in the woods?" I asked.

"Can't I rough it in a fine chalet," Sonia said, laughing, "with maid service and running water? Must I pee in a hole in the ground?"

"Everyone did until around a hundred and fifty years ago, and then only the rich had indoor plumbing. Mother said that Dad's mother still had an outhouse when they got married. All an outhouse was, was a hole in the ground with walls around it. A dressed up hole in the ground, but a hole nonetheless. It may not be luxurious, but there's something special about getting close to nature."

"So, Rooster, have you ever brought any of your other girlfriends camping?" Sonia asked.

"You're the only one I found worthy of taking camping. My uncle said if you ever wanted to know what a woman was really like, take her camping and let her rough it a little bit. If she can be an agreeable companion in a tent, she'll be a great companion in your house. There's nothing like a little hardship to bring out the best or worst in a person."

"So taking me camping is a test of my suitability?"

"Not just that. Going camping is something I love. I'd love to do it with someone who enjoys it as much as I do. If there are things you love to do, I hope I could enjoy them with you."

"So you're not dead set against the thought of going to a five star resort. You'd just like to have the choice?"

"Exactly."

"You're a wise man, Rooster. I shall try to be worthy of sharing your tent."

"I think it's working," I said to Tommy, nudging his shoulder. "I think she's falling for me. What do you think?"

Tommy looked at his mother, and the smile on her face and said, "Hook, line and sinker."

I rubbed his head, and gave her a kiss, and took her hand and walked down the trail, whistling a merry tune. Right now, I was a cheerful man.

******

The trip down actually went slightly quicker than the trip up, both because of the lowering elevations making it a downward journey, and the brief respite for lunch allowing us to replenish our reserves. We got there fifteen minutes early, so I had time to show Sonia some things about the car she'd be driving home. To ensure she didn't miss the turn into my driveway, I put the address into the navigation system. We put the backpacks into the trunk, but I slipped one more item out. Since Tommy was using the restroom, I showed Sonia the item. It was the Lush she'd worn on the drive up north.

"Before you start home, why don't you slip this into your pussy and crank up the music so you can really enjoy the drive. Leave it in until I get home. Benson has got the stereo system on and cranked at the cabin. I figure it should take Tommy and me roughly an hour to get home, so enjoy yourself."

"Seriously?"

"As a heart attack, babe. I want you nice and juicy when I get home."

"What if I'm juicy now?"

"Juicier then. I'm the only one allowed to remove it, please and thank you." I leaned into the car and kissed her, and she took the Lush from me. "Good girl. You're making me eager to get back."

Sonia laughed. She headed to the ladies' to put it in as Tommy exited the men's'.

"How are we getting home," Tommy asked, "the bus?"

"The boat. You see those guys down there by the boat landing putting that big boat in the water?"

"Yeah."

"That's my boat. The shore's too rocky to put in at my cabin, so they have to use a boat access, and Tettegouche has got one of the closest ones. We need the boat to get to Isle Royale National Park, so I had it shipped up here."

"Cool. That's a big one."

"Boys and their toys. Let's get down there. They're expecting us."

We went down to the boat ramp where they were unloading it from the trailer. The head guy, with Jerry on his name tag, saw me and said, "There you are, Mr. Johnson. Ready to go."

"Great, so are we. Timed it just right."

"When do you want us to pick it up?"

"Let's say a week from today, 0800. How does that sound?"

"We'll be here."

"Wonderful. Here's a tip. I gave you enough to stay in a motel so you're not driving all night and to have a good meal out. I'll see you right here at 0800 next week. By that time, I expect I'll have turned this young man into a sailor." I put my arms around Tommy. He was beaming.

The fellow laughed. "You take care, Mr. Johnson."

"You got it, Jerry. Come on Tommy, let's get aboard so these gentlemen can go eat."

I took off my hiking boots and socks and lifted Tommy so he wouldn't get wet, waded out and boosted him into the back of the boat, then climbed aboard. Jerry handed me my socks and boots.

"Drive safely, Jerry."

"You got it, Mr. Johnson. Have a good time with her (the boat, not Sonia.) You take care, Tommy. I'll expect you to be driving her to shore when I see you again."

Tommy looked up at me and I nodded. "I will," he said.

"Good lad." Jerry gave the boat a good push, and I took it out of idle and put her in reverse, backing slowly from the ramp.

"Why don't you take a few minutes to explore my boat, then grab us a couple of waters from the fridge, and I'll show you how to drive this thing."

"I don't have a driver's license."

"You don't need one for a boat, as long as I monitor you. It's not like you can run her off the road, since the road is so big," I laughed.

While Tommy was looking around the boat, I adjusted the monitors to show engine temperature and oil pressure, speed, weather and navigation. I entered our destination in the navigation system. Tommy came back and I put him in the captain's chair.

"This is the steering wheel, Tommy. You have the con now. Just keep us out here a mile or so offshore. I want you to look at these monitors, Tommy. Up here on the upper left, are the temperature and oil pressure gauges on the engines. As long as those both show green, the engine will run properly. If they run in the red, we could have a problem that needs to be addressed right away. The gauge right below those is the speed. We're sailing at 20 knots. Do you know what a knot is?"

"No."

"A nautical mile is 2000 yards, instead of 1760 yards for a statute mile, which is what they use on roads, so it's a little longer, so if we're going 20 knots, we're traveling at 20 nautical miles per hour, which means we're going faster than miles per hour, or around 23 miles per hour. This is an efficient speed for this boat. It's not too taxing on the motor and around the most economical speed for us to go, saving our fuel.

"This little map here shows the weather and seas on our route, which is going to be good. Nice sunny day, with light winds, not too much chop, so we'll have a pretty smooth ride. The big map right in front of you is the navigation system. The little red boat in the center is us. Right now, the boat points to the Northeast, which is our heading. The blue we're sitting in is the water, and the yellow on the left side is land. You can see we're about a mile offshore by the scale on the side.

"You see the line heading to the Northeast? That line is leading us to our destination, my cabin. There's a red dot at the end of that line, which isn't visible because the scale is too low. We're only showing a grid five miles wide and five miles long, and my house is fifteen to twenty miles away. As we get closer, the red dot will show up. We can't sail that line exactly, because it points right at that dot, and it doesn't care if there's any water to sail in on the way or not. So we just keep going up the coast, and that line will move depending on where the dot is. As we get close, the dot will become visible. When the line is pointing to the Northwest, we'll know it's a straight shot in to my cabin. Is everything clear so far?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, a few rules of the sea. If we should meet anyone coming or going to or from the same direction as us, we need to pass them on the right, or always keep them on our left, or port side. If we should see a sailboat under sail out here, they have the right of way all the time, because they have to go with the wind, which doesn't give them a lot of choices as to what direction they're heading, so we always give them room to maneuver. You also give bigger vessels space. We shouldn't see too many big ships because this close to land isn't a shipping lane. Motored vessels of the same size don't automatically have the right of way over one another, so the next rule is, the vessel on the left has the right of way.

"If we see a boat coming from the left or port side, from shore in this case, they have the right of way. If it looks like we might run into each other, it's our job to adjust course so we pass behind them. If the vessel is coming from our right, or starboard side, they're the ones who have to adjust course to pass behind us. But don't depend on everyone following the rules either. Not all rules get practiced as well as they should, so keep an eye out for stupid folks who don't seem to follow the rules. Other than that, it's just open seas, so have fun driving."

I took the seat beside him and let him drive. Tommy was staying where he needed to stay and not just staring at the map. He was looking around for other boat traffic, so doing an excellent job. Around forty minutes into our trip, the red dot marking my home became visible on the map. When it did, he wanted to head directly for it, so I reminded him to keep following the coast until the dot was a straight shot into the shore. I added a depth finder to our monitor.

"Okay Tommy, we're getting close to our straight shot into my cabin. I added a depth finder to my screen. As you can see, we have about 150 feet of water beneath us out here. This boat needs roughly four feet of water to float in with the engines down, and a little less than three with the engines up. The water at the end of my dock is ten feet deep, but as we get closer to land, there can be things in the water than can make it shallower than we expect, maybe a big rock or a wreck, so the closer we get to land, the more we need to pay attention to our depth. We should be pretty good, but keep an eye on it. I've got it set to sound an alarm at anything less than five, so don't watch it too hard.