It was lucky that I saw the sign for the bayou ferry just before my car died. The Interstate was just on the other side of the water, and I knew I could get a ride into town there. I walked back to the little side road and took it into the woods.
I was not really frightened; I just felt a little vulnerable. After all, my chiffon cocktail dress and high heels were not really designed for a walk in the woods. . The night was very dark, but it was warm, and the lush flowers all around poured their perfume into the spring air. Actually, it was a very romantic night.
I had really been looking forward to this party at Joanne's house. She always invites great-looking guys. I fantasized that I would meet a really handsome guy. I figured we'd dance, talk, then he'd take me home, and the night would work its magic. This was turning into a very different night from the one I imagined.
Through the trees, I could see a light. I hoped it was the ferry dock, and sure enough, when I walked around the next curve, there it was. There was a ramshackle little office and a dock with two rowboats tied to it. It didn't look like much of a ferry, especially to a girl dressed like I was. However, I had very few choices, so I went to the door and opened it.
Behind the counter was an old man. He had to be at least seventy, but when he looked up and saw me, I could see the lust in his eyes. I don't imagine he gets too many pretty, twenty-year-old girls in fancy dresses as customers. He said, "Yes, Miss?"
"My car broke down a ways back, and I need to be taken across the bayou. Can you do that?" I asked shyly.
"For ten bucks," he winked at me. "Or other considerations..." I quickly fished a ten-dollar bill out of my purse and handed it to him. I did not like the look in his eye at all. I was beginning to worry about being alone with him in a rowboat when he called out, "Billy, c'mon in here!"
Through the other door walked the most magnificent man I had ever seen. He was at least 6'4", had tousled blond hair, and muscles on his muscles. He couldn't have been more than two or three years older than me. Could this be the man who would row me across? I sure hoped so!
"This way, miss," he said in a gentle, very masculine voice, gesturing toward the door. I floated out the door. He was so handsome! He walked me out onto the little dock. "Let's take this one, miss," he said, pointing to one of the rowboats. "It's a little bigger." He held out his hand. When I took it so he could help me in, I felt a tingle run all through me, like there was electricity in his hand. He was a very exciting man. I stepped into the boat and sat gingerly on a small cushion on the stern seat. As he climbed in, I adjusted my skirt so that the lace hem of my slip and a little of my creamy thigh would show. He sat down facing me and smiled. I smiled back, a little shyly. "Don't worry, miss," he said reassuringly, "I'll take good care of you." He didn't know how much I hoped he would!
We moved away from the dock. His muscles rippled as he pulled on the oars. It was fantastic to watch him, and I was very impressed. He gazed at me as he rowed, frankly staring at my breasts. He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my cleavage. I leaned back a little, pulling the bodice of my silky dress taut over my breasts, outlining my nipples, and trailed my finger in the still water. I smiled sweetly at him. "The man in the office called you Billy. My name is Annette. Annette Davenport."
"Good evening Miss Davenport," he replied, smiling back at me.
