When the rain came down in torrents we were caught by surprise. Because we were closer to the campsite than the car we kept going, even though the waves were already coming over the bow of the canoe. With the double whammy of spray and rain, we were soaked so quickly that it didn't make any sense to put rain gear on; we couldn't get any wetter.
So we kept paddling, exerting ourselves to put this behind us and also to keep warm, pausing to bail only when the water lapped over our shoes. The cold air that came with the rain would have quickly chilled us to the bone if we hadn't been working so hard, but we were making progress against the wind chop, and we could see our destination even if it seemed like it was taking forever to get there.
I have to admit that our destination wasn't the only thing I was looking at. Kristin, sitting in the front seat was a very pleasing sight for my habitually horny eyes. The rain had soaked through her t-shirt and shorts and I could see the color of her skin through the material. I couldn't help imagining what she must have looked like from the front. Each time she dipped her paddle in, she turned just enough for me to see the silhouette of her right breast and my cock was struggling to find its way out of soggy material that kept it captive between my legs. I would have reached down to free it, if only for comfort's sake, but the wind didn't allow me to let down my guard even for an instant.
When we arrived, we were two wet, miserable, human beings but at least there weren't any other campers there. Not being first to arrive and reserve the site would have been a bitter disappointment—insult added to injury. Our wet clothing made it necessary to keep moving, so while the rain kept coming down we hurried to empty our gear out of the canoe. Then we placed it upside down at the water's edge.
I have to tell you that Kristin's breasts were clearly visible through her t-shirt—just like I'd been thinking. I could see the areola of her breasts and her nipples as if she was naked. I tried not to look; I settled for hoping she didn't see me look. But I could see Kristin noting the direction my eyes were looking. At least she wasn't getting angry, maybe because her eyes were wandering too, checking me out.
We hurried to get the tent out, arranged all the stakes and poles around, and with after some false starts managed to set it up. We worked well together considering we hardly knew each other except for camping club meetings on campus.
The rain was still falling steadily. I was so cold my feet were dancing from my shivering. I have to give it to Kristin, she pitched in and was as much help as anyone could have been, and she didn't complain. She accepted her share of the responsibility for the course we had taken and for the way it turned out. It really wasn't our fault. Everything looked sunny when we left and there was no hint in the sky of what was to come.
Once the tent was erect, it was with relief that we threw our gear in and crawled in after it. The so-called three-man tent was just right for two. "I'm so cold I think afraid my teeth are going to shatter from the chattering."
Kristin answered, "I know. Me too, and my arms are so tired from paddling I can't raise them over my shoulders." Kristin strained unsuccessfully to pull her tank top off but it was like it was glued to her. "Arrrrgggg! I can't get this damn tank top off. Will you help me?"
I was cold but not too cold for my interest to be aroused. "Sure," I said, "but you realize I won't be able to not look, don't you?"
"Oh? Like you weren't looking already?"
Some questions are best left unanswered. Kristin had her open gear bag in her lap and was pulling stuff out, looking for a towel. I reached over and grabbed the straps of her tank top and tried to pull it off, over her head, but the material was glued to her skin. Finally I grabbed the bottom and skinned her like a cat. This pulled her so close to me, I couldn't help but give her a brief hug, while she worked to pull a dry sweatshirt up to her chest--so quickly, I almost didn't see her breasts.
Almost.
My shorts were itchy and my tighty whities were wadded up in my crack, so I shucked them as soon as I finished helping Kristin. My cock was so small from the cold, it hardly seemed necessary to ask permission. I took a towel out of my gear bag and started to rub myself down vigorously so after a while, instead of shivering I started to tingle. Kristin took my lead and started to rub herself down too, not showing her breasts off, but not exactly hiding them either.
Suddenly the sun peaked out from the clouds and the sides of the tent glowed like stained glass. In the warm brown light Kristin was such an erotic sight, it made my little winkie began to grow. I was squatting on my haunches so it didn't stick out, much. Wouldn't be noticed, I hoped.
"I tingle all over," Kristin said.
"I know what you mean. It's like when you roll around in the snow after a sauna. Everything is supercharged."
"I don't know about that. But I've gone skinny dipping on New Year's Eve. I bet it's the same: torture, then ecstasy."
"Wow! You must have been ripped."
"Sometimes, but not always. It's a family tradition."
"Oh."
Suddenly the rain came down again, so loud we had to shout to be heard. "It's good to be in here now," Kristin said.
"You're right. It's kind of sexy, isn't it?"
