I hadn't seen Suze for over two weeks, and quite frankly, I was having withdrawal pains. I had hoped (why??) that we might have something going on, but I'd heard nothing from her and I could think of no good way to ask her parents about her, especially since I rarely saw them anyway, so I just moped around, hoping for another encounter. Well into the third week, I'd still not seen her, heard from her, or seen her car in the neighborhood, so I resigned myself to possibly never seeing her again. Damned old fool! I should have known better. I'd not considered looking for a date, I'd not thought about another woman, I'd not done much of anything except go through the motions of living since my day with Suze, and I realized that something had to be done.
I'd also not been back on the boat since That Day. On Tuesday of the fourth week, I woke up feeling a bit better. The sun was out, the air was warm, the lake was dead calm, I had no commitments, so I determined to get away from the house for a while. I loaded a Playmate with a few bottles of beer, some cookies, and a sandwich, pulled on some old cutoff jeans, a wife-beater shirt, and a pair of dark RayBans, and walked to the dock.
The engine, after coughing and sputtering, finally came to life, and I backed the boat out of the slip. As I eased past John's junky old dock, I looked longingly from the dock up the hill to their patio, but I saw no sign of Suze, or of anyone else. I moved on out into the broader water and eased the throttle forward.
Cutting a perfect V in the still water, the boat slipped easily along and I headed toward the upper end of the lake. Not a soul was in sight—rare for a perfect spring day—but I relished the solitude. Trees were green, the lake was an azure blue, birds flew along the lakeshore, and the only sound was the 5.0 as it purred quietly. I rounded a point and noticed a sizeable heap of something in the water. I backed off the throttle and eased toward the heap. As I came alongside, I realized the 'heap' was a collection of life jackets draped over an inner tube. It could have come from anywhere, but the jackets looked nearly new, and I surmised that some kids had left them on the shoreline and either wind or waves had pushed them out into the big water.
I dragged the jackets and tube on board, then decided the best thing to do would be to take them to the county park. They might have even floated away from there. I gunned the engine, the nose rose and settled, and the boat skimmed over the water toward the park.
As I throttled down, nearing the long dock at the park, I saw a few kids, their feet dangling off the dock. My boat gently bumped the dock, and I shouted out, "Anybody lose some vests and an inner tube?"
Several young kids came over and looked, but none claimed the jackets.
"None of you lost anything, huh?" I asked, and all shook their collective heads. "Well, would you mind taking these over to the bathhouse? Maybe somebody can use them."
Several of the bigger kids took the proffered items and I thanked them for their help. I backed the boat away from the dock and glided slowly toward the point of the peninsula on which the park was located. All was still quiet, except for the playful sounds of kids at the park.
As I rounded the point, moving toward the rougher shoreline of the windward side of the peninsula, I noticed two figures standing on a rocky shelf protruding into the water. My gauge showed eight feet so I stayed about twenty feet off the shoreline, still idling along. As I neared the two figures, I saw that they were both female, but quite different. The nearer to me was maybe 5'6"tall, absolutely no pudge on her anywhere, wearing a small purple bikini, the top holding up a set of probably 38 breasts, the bottom barely covering a firm, rounded ass. Her very blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her skin showed just a touch of tan. Her companion, on the other hand, was about the same height, but her hair was very dark and cut almost as short as mine. Her breasts barely made small tents in a white tight T-shirt, and she wore low-cut shorts. She was just a bit heftier than her friend, but her legs looked sleek and firm. Her ass, though, looked very much like her friend's—bubbly, rounded. As I neared the two, I waved casually, as most everybody on the lake does, but the two girls—I could now tell that they looked to be in their mid-twenties—waved back wildly, and over the sound of the barely idling 5.0, I heard them shouting something. I stopped the boat, killed the motor, and stood up.
"Hi. Were you calling me?" I asked loudly as the boat drifted.
The blonde answered. "Yeah. We want to go skiing. You got any skis?"
"Yeah, somewhere on here. What kind do you like?"
Both girls giggled. "We don't know," the blonde replied. "We've never been on skis before!"
I shook my head, thought, "What the hell—I'll humor them," and turned on the ignition. I pointed to a tiny, sandy cove. "Move over there," I yelled as I pointed, then steered the boat toward the shoreline. The girls stepped gingerly off the rocks and ran down the shoreline toward the cove.
I eased the boat into the sand and hopped overboard, holding onto the rail. The girls ran along the sand and to the boat.
"Wow, nice boat!" the blonde exclaimed. "Hi, I'm Ricki, and this is Lou."
"Hey. I'm Ray. So, never skied before, huh?"
"Nope," answered Lou. "But Ricki's dying to learn. You really wouldn't mind...you know, teaching her...uh, us?"
"Nah, wasn't doing anything today anyway. So, hop on, and we'll move out to deeper water." Both girls climbed in and I couldn't help but look as Ricki rolled her boobs over the side, then spread her legs as she slid that round ass on board. I pushed the boat off, climbed in, and fired up the engine. "Can't ski around here—county ordinance. But we'll head up the lake a ways, where it's away from other boats." I drove away from the park for several minutes while the girls sat on the back bench, Ricki's hair blowing in the wind, both girls smiling, giggling, talking excitedly.
I moved into a large, quiet cove and shut off the engine. "OK, who's first?" I asked.
Lou stood up. "She wants me to. Says I'm more athletic." Ricki giggled and Lou continued, "I think she's just a wuss."
"All right," I said as I hauled out a combo set of O'Briens. "Grab a vest that fits you, under the seat you're on, and I'll grab a rope." Lou pulled the T-shirt over her head, revealing a plain blue bikini top, donned a vest that essentially fit her, pulled it on and tightened the straps, unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, revealing a very small striped bikini bottom, laid her shades on the seat, and looked at me.
"Ever had on skis?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Mmmmm. OK, sit on the swim platform." Lou moved to the back of the boat and I followed. Ricki got on her knees and leaned over the seat, her breasts spilling out, showing everything except her nipples, prominent in the tiny bikini top. I had to concentrate just to keep my mind on skiing. I sat beside Lou on the platform and showed her how to pull on the boots, tighten the straps, and keep the skis parallel. We covered the basics of bending her knees, keeping her arms straight, keeping vertical posture, keeping the ski tips up. Finally I decided to let her try.
Lou dropped off the boat into the water. She was very calm, which I appreciated. I hitched up a rope and dropped the handle to her.
"OK, now get into position and let me see," I told her. She did, and I was impressed. I figured, no problem for her. "I'm going to start up. Just yell when you're ready. I'll pull slowly at first, but if you're doing OK, I'm going full throttle. Just remember what I told you. Ready?"
Lou nodded and I climbed back into the boat, and Ricki stood up to let me in.
"Wow, you're really good!" she said as I moved to the right seat. "I can't wait."
"Well, I've taught a few kids in my life," I answered.
She turned. "All right, Lou, go for it!" She waved brightly and I watched as her tight ass swayed with the movement of the boat.
