Carina had a broad face with a pleasant smile. I noticed her name stenciled on the front of her T-shirt. She probably had Scandinavian grandparents with her blond hair and full breasts. She would have looked good in a dress that showed cleavage, but she also had the muscle to portage a canoe.
I wouldn't have been daydreaming about her if my former girlfriend hadn't backed out of our camping trip at the last minute. She finally realized that a canoe trip in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area did not include daily clean sheets and hot tubs. My plans for a week of pristine lakes, dazzling sunsets and lots of sex in northern Minnesota had turned into a solo canoe trip with a good digital camera and a few paperback books.
Carina's simple question broke the thread of my daydreaming.
"Do you want me to check your equipment?" She asked, oblivious of the possible double entendre.
"That won't be necessary, if you know what I'm packing." I replied, trying not to be too obvious about the private joke.
"I didn't do the packing." She said, without taking the bait. "You can trust Mike, but I won't."
There was obviously a back story there. But she wasn't in the mood to tell me about it.
"Remember to use the propane stove for all you're cooking. It's a park service regulation."
"OK" I replied nicely enough, but I was barely listening to her go through the formalities of rules and regulations. I pretended that she was telling me about her sexual fantasies, which made the obligatory conversation go by quickly.
"This is a lot of gear for one person. Can you carry it all?"
"The original plans were for two. You want to come?"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wished that I could have sucked them back in. My love life -- or lack of it -- was not her concern. It was one thing to idly daydream and another to be boorish.
She had the most tactful of all possible responses. She ignored me.
"You'll have to plan a route with fewer portages. It'll take you a couple of trips to carry all of this stuff. Are you experienced?"
Was she experienced? That was the question I asked myself, but I chose the response that wouldn't get me in further trouble.
"Yes. I've canoed the BWCA a number of times, included a couple of times solo. I'll spend the first night near the Gull Lake portage."
I pointed to a spot on the map that I had used a couple of times in the past.
"I've seen moose swimming across the lake at this point. I'd like to get some photos with my new camera. If it rains, I'll just read the books that I brought along. Thanks for asking."
Satisfied that I was going to be able to take care of myself, she gave me a receipt for the remainder of my bill and helped me to carry the bulging Duluth packs down to the canoe. It was early afternoon by the time that I launched, but my first campsite was only a couple hours of easy paddling across the lake.
After I had set up camp and unpacked my gear, I began to wish that I'd taken her advice and checked the gear before I left. The cook stove and the propane tanks were in the pack, but the propane tanks were nearly empty. If I used them for cooking, they would be empty in one to two days. I would either have to go back to get full tanks or cook over an open fire to save the propane for rainy days. I made my decision quickly. I collected some dry branches from farther back in the forest and made a fire on a large flat rock that I could wash clean when I broke camp the next day.
It was well after dusk when I saw her coming across the lake. I turned on a flashlight as a signal, but I think she could have found me in the dark. She landed her canoe and pulled it up on shore before I could lend her a hand. She wore the same green T-shirt and khaki shorts that she had on earlier when she helped me pick up my gear at the outfitters.
"I see you found a solution to the empty propane tanks. You made the fire small and hidden to avoid attracting the ranger's attention. No fire hazard. It looks like you can take care of yourself."
I acknowledged the compliment with a nod. I was a bit confused about why she had come. She had figured out that the propane tanks in my gear were empty when she found the full tanks in the back room and no empty tanks in the used gear that had been turned in that day. That still didn't explain why she had come. No one in their right mind paddles across the lake at night to drop off propane tanks. Paddling at night is not all that dangerous. It just was something that you didn't do except in an emergency -- and my propane tanks were only an inconvenience.
"You're not going to paddle back in the dark, are you?" I asked.
"I wasn't planning on it. I intend to take a dip in the lake to clean up and then where I sleep is up to you. I brought my own sleeping bag but I hope I don't need it."
The boldness of her proposal took my breath away. Before I could answer, she had dropped her shorts and pulled off her top. She stood in front of me in a sensible bra and cotton panties. She seemed intent to finish undressing as I spoke.
"You're kidding?" I replied, but I hoped she wasn't. "These lakes never get warm and the sun has gone down. You'll freeze."
She paused for a moment to consider my warnings and then she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She leaned forward slightly with her arms outstretched as her bra slid off her shoulders and down her arms. Her young breasts bounced with her movements. She looked at me with her sweet smile as she continued to undress. With a smooth stooping motion, she pushed her panties below her knees and then stood up straight as they floated down her legs to her ankles. The soft tufts of hair above her pubes almost glowed in the lingering twilight. The effect of her nakedness on me was not lost on her. She appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.
I had been propositioned a couple of times in my life, but those women had been drunk. I was not bad looking. I had played baseball at a small college. I knew how to take care of myself in the wilderness, but that skill had just lost me a girlfriend who liked hot showers before sex. Here was this beautiful stranger who promised a night of sex in exchange for a quick dip in ice water. I would never get another chance this easy.
"Don't worry about the water. You won't get so cold that I can't warm you up."
That was all the encouragement that I needed. I nearly ripped my cloths off. She just stood there watching me undress. Then we were standing naked only a few inches apart. We had still not touched. No awkward moments slipping my arm around her shoulder in a movie theater. No trying to get her aroused by touching her breast through her blouse. There we were - naked.
Leaning forward ever so slightly, she brushed her nipples against my chest. This was the real thing. I had gotten lucky. I pulled her into me until her breasts flattened out on my chest. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She offered no resistance as my tongue slipped over her lips. I would have gone down on her right then but she pushed me away gently. Giving my cock a playful squeeze, she turned and walked into the water.
When the water was around her waist, she crouched down and began laughing hysterically. I had followed her into the water and let out a whoop as the cold water hit my testicles. My penis was so shriveled that I could have hidden it completely with my thumb. But I wanted what she was offering so I followed her lead and crouched down until the water was around my neck. The shock of the cold water was overpowering. Not even the promise of sex with a beautiful stranger could keep me in the water for another second. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into shore.
We stood there in the night air. Our naked bodies shivered involuntarily. She laughed again and threw her arms around my neck. Her body had felt warm and soft only a few minutes before. Now she was cold and rough to my touch. The promise of sex had warped my perceptions. This cold mass of shivering flesh in my arms was still my wet dream come true.
"Now we're ready for some good clean fun." She flashed her smile. "Let's get in the tent and I'll warm you up."
We wrapped ourselves in the sleeping bags. She was right about the dip in the lake. She smelled wonderful. The cold water had scoured away the sweat of a day's work hauling gear and paddling canoes. Her skin tingled as my hand ran along her thigh. I could feel the firmness of her muscles toned by a summer of work outdoors.
I ran my hand further up her inner thigh until I reached the place where I wanted my cock to be. She protested and clamped her legs together tightly. No matter how appealing in theory a hand laid gently on her pussy might seem, the reality of our situation was that my hands were as cold as ice and her vagina was clamped shut.
We giggled. There was no other word for it. Then we snuggled tighter. Protests and squirming followed the attempts of cold fingers to explore sensitive areas. For each minute that passed, the protests became weaker and the explorations more bold. After several minutes of wiggling around together, we were at last getting warm enough to become intimate.
I stroked her breasts. My fingers were still cool on her skin, but she no longer pulled away from my touch. I felt the hint of warmth as her palm laid on the delicate skin of my shriveled scrotum. My testicles were still safely sucked up inside, but my penis had begun to reappear and was slowly becoming semi-hard. She rolled the tip gently between her fingers and pumped it up another inch. I had never been so aroused with so little cock to show for it.
Satisfied with the results of her attention to my woody, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me with an open mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue. My tongue played with hers, and then I chased her tongue back over her lips.
She rolled on top of me without breaking the kiss. The full length of our bodies pressed into each other. She broke the kiss but offered a hard nipple to my waiting lips. Then she arched her back lifting her breasts out of the reach while grinding her lush thatch into my groin.
My cock probed between the folds of her labia hunting for an entrance to her love hole. She had the same need. I felt her hand around my cock guiding me into position. We shoved together at the same instance and I popped inside her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight. The smooth skin on her back was still cool and moist to the touch but inside her pussy she was hot and dripping wet.
Still gripped in a tight embrace, she swung her pelvis from side to side twisting my cock inside her. Her movement was quickly driving me to the edge. I bucked into her violently but she held onto me and rode my cock. The moonlight had filled the tent with a soft glow. She sat up and continued grinding on my cock with the full weight of her sturdy frame. There was just enough light to see her breasts bouncing wildly above me as her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of carnal desire. Guttural moans escaped from deep in her throat.
She let out a series of short, stifled screams then clenched her whole body tight and held her breath while she shivered through one long orgasm after another. I was being fucked by a lioness in heat. That's when I lost all remaining inhibition. I scratched my fingers into her back, bit her neck and squirted a huge load of cum into her. She convulsed again and held onto my cock like a glove that was a size too small. I pumped into her again and again. She squeezed until a spray of our juices blew out around the fleshy plug that I had rammed into her love hole.
