My boyfriend George left his lunch on the kitchen table when he left for work, so I thought it would be nice to bring it to him during his break. I drove the 1988 stick shift truck he never uses because it breaks down so much. I decided to risk it because I was tired of staying home alone all week.
Kayak Challenge was short on customers because it was about to rain. I asked for George, but no one knew where he was.
"Oh really..." I thought to myself. Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to go kayaking with a hot male tour guide. Fortunately, they were all men. And the man at the front desk was my first choice.
I leaned against the desk and resolutely said, "I'd like a private kayak tour with you, sir."
"My name is Anthony, and are you sure you want to go today? It looks like it's going to rain pretty hard." His voice was deep and rough, yet youthful. It was a huge turn on.
"I love the rain, I'm going. With you. All the way down the river. My name is Ashley."
"If you insist, Ashley. Let's get going."
At the boat yard, Anthony took off his shirt and carried his kayak over his head while another tour guide carried mine. It was no wonder they were all so muscular. I stared in awe at his dark tan that covered his luscious abs, arms, back, and shoulders. I wondered if everything else was tan as well.
"Don't you have any kayaks with two seats?" I asked once we got to the river.
"No. Now I'll go over the safety rules."
"I live dangerously," I said. "Let's just go!"
He rolled his eyes. "At least wear your life jacket," he said, and we started our private ride down the river.
The rain started falling lightly, and I was glad because I feel damn sexy when I'm wet. Anthony was looking even sexier. I wanted to touch him everywhere. But at the moment I had to pay attention to kayaking. We paddled down the river and the current kept getting stronger. The rain started pouring, and Anthony would shake his head to get the water out of his face. His short but thick dark hair and eyebrows were stunning.
I just had to get his arms around me. I stopped paddling and took the opportunity to get stuck between two rocks.
"Shit!" I shouted. "I can't get myself out!" I foolishly stepped out of the kayak and pretended to try lifting it out of the rocks. Oops.. I suddenly slipped into the river.
"Help!" I screamed. I didn't realize the current would be so strong.
Anthony paddled as fast as he could, then dived into the water to grab me. The side of the river was pretty close, but it took a strong man to make it through the current. He dragged me to the shade of a papaya tree, and looked at me scornfully while I laid down catching my breath. I hurriedly unclipped my life jacket so he could see my thin wet shirt.
"I know you did that on purpose. Do you think I'm stupid? Do you really think I would fall for this?" He was kneeling down over me, and suddenly directed his furious gaze at my breasts that were clearly visible through my shirt. He grabbed them and squeezed them so hard, I was in pain.
"Oww!" I squeaked.
"Is this what you want from me?"
"Yes... please."
He stopped squeezing and he didn't seem to know what to do next. His gaze was no longer furious, but innocent and filled with desire. He slipped my shirt off, then caressed my stomach and touched my shoulders, moving his hands up and down my arms. He bent down and sucked one nipple while he rubbed my other breast softly.
I moved my knee to his inner thigh and ran my fingers through his short, thick hair. I gently bit on his ear and felt his shorts expanding. I looked at him and his face was flushed. I kissed his lips, and he leaned his body on top of me, his crotch digging into mine. I ran my fingers down his thick back and into his shorts to touch his chunky butt.
"God, I'm jealous of your ass," I sighed.
"I'm more of a breasts person," he replied. "Can you please suck me?"
I love it when a man isn't afraid to ask. I was wondering how long he would wait. I ripped the Velcro of his shorts and loosened the ties. A perfect dick popped out, so hard and so clean, perfectly shaved. His balls were hanging so low, they were perfect for teabagging. I took them in my mouth and ran my tongue all over them. He groaned and looked to the heavens as he held on to the tree for support. I ran my tongue up the shaft slowly until I reached the tip. His dick must have been seven inches long, just the right size for my tight pussy. I circled my tongue around the tip then finally slid my lips around the crown.
"Mmmm," I moaned. It tasted fresh and clean. I bobbed my head up and down his dick, then swallowed him as far as I could. Anthony robotically moved his hips back and forth, nearly choking me. He moved his head down to look at his dick in my mouth, and his eyebrows furrowed before he turned his head back up to the sky. His thighs were virginally pale, and I couldn't help but pull at the small curly hairs that covered them. That didn't keep him from his automatic frenzy – he just took my hands with his and held them up against the tree as he slid his dick in and out of my mouth.
He groaned, and sped up his pace. He was in control and I was stuck between his body and the tree. I was being used by a sexy man with a perfect dick. All I could do was moan as my pussy dripped. I couldn't even touch myself while Anthony held my hands above me. I tried to wiggle my arms away from his grasp, but he was so strong he probably didn't even notice. My mouth and throat were getting tired, and my eyes were starting to tear up from gagging when he finally stopped his motion. His buried his dick in my throat as far as it would go for four seconds, then pulled out and rapidly stroked his dick as he spurted all over my face and into my mouth. It was like sugar. I wanted to feel it inside me.
Anthony walked me to the river, where he wiped the cum off my face with his hands and washed it off in the water.
He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I got a little carried away. That's not like me. If you come back tomorrow I'll return the favor."
"Perfect. That's George's day off."
