River Boat: Day three (Ryes Hot Springs)
The morning started with sounds of birds chirping lightly through the house boat's bedroom window. Sam looked to his side for his new found companion only to see that she wasn't there. Slowly rising and a quick dart to the bathroom to brush his teeth and a splash of water upon his face.
Then slowly entering the day room in search for the lovely lady that had filled his night with passion. Seeing her silently sitting on the back deck with her leg swaying slightly. Soaking up the beauty of the river at morn.
The pelicans lined the shoreline giving her a picture perfect scene. They were basking in the morning sun and perched along the water's edge. Like a blanket had been laid out along the edge of the woods. When he approached, Abby put her finger to her lips in a notion for him to be quiet. Sitting in the chair next to her Sam smiled.
"There beautiful Sam," Abby said lightly.
"Yeah, you should see them when their flying in formation about a foot off the water," he replied.
"I did," she said with a huge grin on her face. Keeping her voice down. "Coffee's ready if you are."
Sam slowly got up and went to retrieve himself a cup and the pelicans took flight. There must have been fifty of them flapping their huge wings and hovering over the water just enough to keep from getting wet.
"Awe Sam!" Abby said with disappointment.
"Not to worry there's plenty of those around." He stated as he went into the kitchen. Poured himself a cup of steaming brew and began to make ready the 'Cherry' for its daily voyage.
They pulled up anchor and put the house back on course down river. Keeping the boats nose in the wind. Trimming the shore with their wake and the echoing the sound of the motor sang out. Churning the water and pushing them thru natures bounty, the Trinity River.
Sam would casually watch Abby with smiles and intrigue. As she dressed she only garnished her beauty. As she made her way around the boat and Sam, he watched her with enthusiasm. Abby was graceful and sensual with a dash of erotic flare. The bond of their friendship was binding tighter as they were getting to know each other in every way.
The Rivers broad width was reflecting brightly the suns rays as they made their way down river. The warmth of the day grew as did their desires. Sam playfully zig and zagged the boats flight across the water till he was reminded of his companions mishap of feeding the fish. So he stopped the boats water dance and idled down as he watched the bank for a sign of the trail he was looking for.
Spotting it Sam nosed the boat to shore and anchored. Turning the motor off and looked at Abby who was ready with a straw beach style carry. Filled with lotion, drinks, fruit, towels and no telling what suprise she might have in her bag of tricks.
They entered the wooded trail of beaten grass and tall pines. The bushes offered a wall along their path as they made their way to "Ryes, Hot Springs." A rabbit darted down it's bunny trail as they pushed some wild vines and extended branches out of their way. Abby was right behind Sam as he held the limbs out of her passage.
They came upon the trickled sound of water over rocks as they neared the pools that lightly steamed from the natural springs that fed the pools of water. Patrons of this place, mostly Indians, had cemented some steps and sitting areas around the shallow water. The ever present green of the foliage mirrored off the creek that flowed from here.
Sam laid Abbey's bag upon a perfectly flat rock. Looked at Abby and said "Where here dear," smiling. Abbey took in the panoramic view. Song birds chirped nearby undisturbed as they walked around the separated pools of water in search of the place they wished to sink into.
The white rocks were smooth and wore. As they toyed with their fingers in the waters surface and tested its warmth. Each pool seem to have a different temperature. There was multiple sizes and to many to count, each fed into the other. Finally Abby picked one she liked and they settled into sitting on its sides with their feet in the water. They kicked at the water and teased a splash or two as they finally slipped into the warm watered pool. Found a good seating and relaxed into its healing waters.
"The Indians call this place, 'Oniwa.' Sam told Abby. "Means farewell for now trusted friend." Sam could only speculate that that's what the Indians said as they left the area.
Sam leaned into Abby sensually as he kissed her luscious lips. Passion seem to be fast becoming their power point. As their friendship seem to take a playful jest and their desires were met by each others. The warm water soaked away their minds tangles as it soothed their tense bodies.
"Abby, getting hot yet?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
She looked at him with a mischievous grin. She had heard about this place from Sam's talks but nothing he said did it justice though. Seeing the green trees the tall grasses, the wild life. Abbey was just in such awe. The water was so inviting it was making her feel very intuned with her inner person. Which normally could get her into trouble. She had chosen to wear a one piece bathing suit. Sam had told her they would be secluded but she never thought it would be this secluded.
Playfully splashing water at one another made her mischievous side come out. It wasn't deep so to speak but it was, deep enough for her to swim from him. Pull her bathing suit off and threw it high over his head. Watching it soar past his eyes she had to laugh.
