One of the things about the new company I work for is that they desperately want to stay a small company, even though they are growing by leaps and bounds. To try to keep the family atmosphere they have regular holiday parties and quarterly bonding events. The nice thing about the bonding events is that they hold them on a work-day and close the business down for them. In the past, they'd done a variety of activities like horseback trail riding, ATV riding, a weekend ski trip, and some other lesser events like a trip to a show in Branson Missouri The last trip, an early season baseball game wasn't exactly on the top of my list of activities to do, and to be honest, I was new with the company and a bit bored at the game. Since this trip, canoeing was one of my favorite events, I decided to invite Crystal along. We'd been dating off and on and I thought that this might be a good opportunity for each of us to see the other in a different environment.
Like I said before, the outdoors is one of my favorite places to be. A canoe trip is right down my alley. The morning of the event about forty or so of us met at the company parking lot for the two hour plus drive to the river. Crystal had to cancel at the last minute for some reason which was a bit frustrating, but in some ways not totally unexpected. I wasn't sure just how comfortable she was in the great outdoors. But I still had to go regardless and decided to just make the best of it. I was a bit surprised at the turnout since it was made clear to me that this was highly encouraged, though not mandatory. My estimate was that only about half the staff showed up, some alone, some with their wives, though I was told that quite a few more would be joining us for the cookout at the end of the trip. I suppose spouse's work schedules were a bit of an inconvenience to this type of outing on a weekday, even in the summer months.
Being a weekday, we weren't too worried about how soon we would get there. It was expected to be a typical slow day on the river. A good portion of us were also going to spend the night at the campground there, not coming back until the next morning, so when we got off the river was much less of an issue than if we had all been driving home.
After sorting out who needed to be in which vehicle and which cars had which gear, we set out for the river. I had a pretty full load of camping gear in my SUV, so as a result I had only three passengers. A couple in the back seat and Donna. I'd met Donna a few times before but didn't really know all that much about her. She worked upstairs in the finance department. She was somewhere around my own age, although I wasn't silly enough to actually ask. She was what I would call average build, at least in the waist, butt and height. Her chest was far from average. I didn't know it then, but I'd later learn that it was more specifically a thirty-eight triple D.
Everyone was prepared for the river, our swimsuits already on. Amanda, sitting in the back seat, had a black string bikini on her small frame, while Jack, her husband had on a typical young man's swim shorts that went down to his knees, and what I always called a muscle shirt. The term fit, given his arms were big enough to break someone like me in half. As a result, I did my best not to stare at his wife in my mirror, even though she was VERY alluring. It took conscious effort not to get a hard-on watching her sexy little body in the skimpy suit.
Donna was, well, talkative. She chattered on about one thing and another, the passing scenery, things at work, almost anything she could think of, clearly in an attempt to get me to talk. She seemed nice enough, but I had to admit that her significant chest, practically overflowing out of the top of her tankini, was distracting any attempt to talk to her. It seemed that every time I'd look over at her, her massive tits were bouncing slightly from the unevenness of the road. I finally gave up trying to hide my hard-on and just let happen what would, which did. It wasn't long before my pole was pushing the front of my suit obviously. Fortunately, Jack was sitting behind me and couldn't see, but I had no doubt that both Donna and Amanda saw. I wondered if they were trying to guess which of them had caused the growth.
In some ways it was good to get out of the car after the drive and stretch my legs. It was less good to have to try and readjust and hide the almost perpetual hard-on I'd had for the last two hours. It was clearly time to call up Crystal and see if she wanted to come hang out some evening.
With the cars parked in the camping area, and all our needed belongings for the day gathered up, we all squeezed onto a single school bus for the drive to the launch point several miles upriver. I made my way down the aisle of the bus, nearly one of the last to get on, and had to sit way in the back. A young lady, in her early twenties or so, that I recognized as being from the factory floor dropped into the seat next to me. The tiny little colorful bikini she had on soon had my cock swelling again. As we bounced down the dirt road, I couldn't help but notice that she kept looking down at my lap and trying to suppress a smile. One particularly big bump sent most of us in the back portion of the bus flying into the air. When we came down on our seats, the young woman was half on my lap, my hard-on pressing against the back of her leg.
"Nice one," she whispered as she slid off my lap, her hand quickly replacing her leg on my cock. She grinned at me and gave it a few gentle squeezes while she pretended to look farther up the bus.
Not wanting to draw a lot of attention to us, and of course not wanting to really stop her attentions to me, I dug a towel out of my bag at my feet and dropped it on my lap, covering both my hard-on and her hand. The action seemed to embolden her more and instead of just holding onto me and giving me an occasional squeeze, she began to slide her hand down my suit to my bare thigh, and then back up again, dragging the baggy leg of my suit up until her fingers found my bare engorged head.
She turned her head to look at me, flashing me a huge grin as she teased my cock in the bus full of our coworkers. "Feels pretty nice," she whispered, leaning over towards me, her left breast pressing against my arm. "Wouldn't at all mind getting to see a lot more of it some time."
"Never know," I replied nervously. "But definitely not here!"
"Maybe we should team up in the same canoe?" she asked hopefully.
I looked at her a little stunned and then with a noncommittal shrug answered, "I guess. You don't want to find someone a little closer to your own age?"
"Young guys are all jerks. All they wanna do is try to get into my panties," she said with a scowl.
"Um, and you're not encouraging me to do the same thing?" I practically squeaked as she wrapped her whole hand around my shaft, at least as much as her hand could contain.
"Didn't you know? It's a woman's choice who she lets into her panties."
"Honey, I don't even know your name!"
"Oh, I can solve that. I'm Tanya."
"Um, hi. Michael."
"I know," she said with a little giggle. "I heard a couple girls talking about you. Both of them seemed to think getting you into their pants would be fun too."
"Oh lord," I groaned.
"I've heard tell you're a pretty adept outdoorsman too. Personally, I don't know one end of a canoe from another."
"Well, I'm sure we can keep you from getting too wet," I answered, glad for the change in conversation.
"I doubt that. I'm already wet!" she whispered with a giggle, reaching her free hand for mine and pulling it over to her own lap as she quickly looked around to see who might be watching. She pressed my fingers against her crotch which was indeed wet, right through the tiny bikini panty. "See?" she said, pressing my fingers even tighter as the bouncing of the bus caused them to rub up and down her pussy slightly.
"Oh yeah. I do," I answered, trying hard to keep from doing anything stupid, like ripping her suit off and fucking her right there. I did have a professional reputation to consider. I pulled my hand from her pussy before anyone had time to notice where it had been.
I was actually glad when the bus stopped and people started getting up to leave, encouraging her to finally let go of my raging hard-on. I wondered briefly how I was going to get off the bus with a massive boner showing through my suit. The aisle was clogged with people so Tanya and I sat there, letting my hard-on soften slightly, not that I could get out until she moved anyway. As the last person in the line moved ahead of where we were sitting, I expected Tanya to get up and follow, but instead she spread her legs as far as she could in the seat, pulled the bikini panty aside and reaching for my hand, pulled it to her now exposed pussy and pressed my fingers to her smooth wet lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm God I wanna fuck!" she whispered before letting my hand go. She moved to get out of the seat, dropped her bag on the floor and bent over to get it, pulling her pantie aside again to flash her pussy at me as she bent over, her full round lips glistening with moisture, the delicate inner lips just barely peeking out from between her shaved outer lips. After several long seconds look, she pulled her panty back over her pussy and straightened up, holding a hand out for me.
"Oh boy," I breathed as I got up, wrapping the towel around my waist to try and cover my hard-on. I followed Tanya down the aisle of the bus, her hand sneaking between us to grab at my cock. I decided that turnabout was fair play. I grabbed the back of her suit and tugged it down, exposing her entire ass. I grabbed a handful of her firm little tush and squeezed it a few times, getting a much different reaction than I expected.
She turned her head and whispered back in a sing-song rhythm, "If you wanna play, all ya gotta do is ask." And wiggled her bare ass against my hand.
"So it would seem," I replied as she pulled her bottoms back in place as we neared the exit of the bus.
"You know, I've never been in a canoe before. This should be fun!" Tanya said as she took my hand and pulled me towards one of the two dozen canoes lined up on the shore, assuring that no one else would spirit me away at the last moment. I looked around quickly and saw Donna scowling in our direction.
I gave Tanya a quick tutorial on how to paddle and how and when to move in a canoe while most of the other boats were pushing off and heading down stream. We were nearly the last to shove off, only one or two more following behind. Unfortunately, Tanya was less adept at canoeing than even I could guess. We barely made it through the first small rapids, coming out half sideways. Basically, she had no clue when or how to paddle, even after the instruction I gave her.
The next riffle we did slightly better, but the one after that, well let's just say that I was glad we were the last canoe. Halfway down the riffle she stroked on the wrong side at the wrong time and we hooked a rock, spinning us around and fortunately letting us go all the way around instead of catching broadside.
"Tanya. I know you want to help, but maybe you should just take it easy for a while. I'll take care of the paddling."
"Really? I can help," she insisted.
I chuckled. "Tanya, if you keep helping, you're gonna get us dumped over."
