Chapter 5: The Lake
The week following the foursome hosted at my house was relatively busy. I had over a dozen calls from people in the retirement community to fix software and hardware computer issues. Sometimes I regretted starting my little volunteer tech service, but then again, it was also satisfying because I knew many of the older folks there had no understanding of computers other than how to turn them on and type on them. If anything went even slightly haywire, they were often at a loss about what to do. However, both Maria and I made sure to keep Friday free for our drive up to Greg and Carrol's house at Clear Bottom Lake. Because of the need to carry golf clubs and small suitcases, Maria and I decided to drive up separately from Greg and Carol. Notwithstanding the luggage and crowding issues, I always like to keep options open. I didn't want to be dependent on Greg and Carol on the outside chance that something went awry, and we wanted to leave early. So far, everything had been smooth and compatible between us, but I've always believed that it was never wise to be backed into a corner.
We decided to take a route that included some back roads rather than staying on the interstate for the entire drive. Even though the country roads would take nearly an hour longer, the scenery in the foothills of the mountains was spectacular. Greg and Carol left at least an hour before we did and were already settled in by the time we arrived. They had even shopped for food and were in the process of getting the house in order. I had volunteered to bring along a reasonable supply of wine, beer, and other goodies.
Their home was small but quite homey. A perfect hideaway for getaway weekends. It was a Cape Cod style that faced the road. However, in the back there was a good-sized porch that looked out over about 40-50 yards of lawn to the lake itself. As Greg had indicated, there was a pier and a boat, but it was certainly not just a run-about as I had wrongly assumed. It was all fiberglass and at least 26-28 feet long. It looked sleek, but it wasn't possible to see all of it because of a protective tarp that covered the top.
The first floor of the house was comprised of a combination kitchen-dining room, a bathroom, a small laundry room, and a large combination living room/rec room with a fireplace and sliding glass doors that exited to the porch. The glass doors gave a beautiful view of the lake and lawn down to the pier. Upstairs there were essentially two "master bedrooms" each with its own bathroom. The separate bathrooms were a very convenient feature and most likely set up that way in anticipation of hosting guests. Each bedroom also had a small balcony that overlooked the lake.
I assumed that the first order of business would be to unpack and get settled, but Maria said, "Can we take a boat ride?"
Greg looked at Carol. "Fine idea," Greg said. "The weather is perfect. Rather than cook or make a late lunch here, why don't your girls run to the village a couple of miles down the road and get some fast-food burgers and fries. Dino and I will uncover the boat, stash some beer and wine in the cold box, and make sure all is well with fuel and the engine.
As Greg and I removed the tarp, I could see that the boat had an inboard engine and was configured with an open cockpit that had a cover to protect from sun or rain. There was a railed foredeck for two people to sunbathe or catch the bow spray. At the controls were a captain seat and companion seat. The transom included a seat spanning the full beam of the boat. There was a small cabin below deck with a porta-potty and a bunk area that could sleep four people if they didn't mind the lack of privacy. The cabin also had a small sink, a two-burner stove, and a built-in electrical cold box. It didn't take long to check things out and crank the engine over.
We were on our way to the house when the ladies returned. After changing into bathing suits and packing some gear for lunch, we were back on the boat helping Greg release the lines and head out onto the lake. Clear Bottom Lake itself was a man-made body of fresh water formed by damming up a river through the mountains. Its history went back to the 1930's as one of multiple "New Deal" hydroelectric projects across the country. The total area was about 7-8 square miles with about 90 miles of shoreline counting all the coves and points. Interest as a resort area started slowly in the early years because of the lack of good highways. Tourism grew rapidly after WWII with Eisenhauer's initiative for the interstate highway system. The big boom came in the mid 90's when gambling was legalized in our state. When Laura and I had been there with the family in the 80's, there was only one small resort hotel in a tiny town. In the early 90's the sleepy town had grown to a small city with several large resort hotels and a state-sanctioned casino. A new bridge basically bisected the lake and connected the resort area to the opposite side that was still quiet and residential. Greg and Carol's house was on the far side that was mostly private homes and a couple of tiny villages. The bridge saved those on the residential side from a long drive around the lake to the main commercial resort area.
We had been out on the water a little over a half hour when we started enjoying lunch with a few beers. Greg was giving a tour from one end of the source end of the lake to the dam at the other end. He took the boat in and out of coves to show us some of the more impressive homes. When we were back out in the middle of the lake, I told Greg that the beer was catching up and I needed to make use of his porta potty.
"I guess you don't understand how those dry flush things work, do you?" he said laughing. "They're sort of limited in capacity and basically encapsulate the shit that goes in them, and I do mean that literally. It basically creates vacuum-packed baggies for lack of a better term. You only get 15-16 uses before having to change-out the system. We use it sparingly, so if all you need to do is drain the beer, there's a better solution, at least if there aren't witnesses or a nearby lake patrol boat. Let me demonstrate."
With that, Greg throttled engine back to idle, pulled off his swim trunks, stepped to the rail and arched a stream of pee into the lake."
"It's not environmentally approved," he chuckled, "and make sure you're on the leeward side of the boat if you don't want to get sprayed or mess up the hull."
The girls were laughing and applauding and cheering as Greg let loose. Not to be outdone, I pulled off my trunks and joined him. More cheers and laughs.
By the time we were finished, Maria was whining, "Watching you guys made me realize I have to go too."
"Sweetheart," Greg said to Carol, "Please demonstrate the art of lady-pissing from a boat."
Carol quickly took off her bathing suit, stepped over the transom onto the swim platform, held onto the transom rail and leaned her bottom out over the water. It was now time for Greg and me to laugh, applaud, and cheer. Maria was a quick student and soon joined Carol tinkling into the water below. When they were finished and back onto the deck, Carol took my arm and maneuvered me back to the transom seat. She sat, spread her legs, and coaxed me to my knees in front of her.
"OK, my pussy loving friend," she said with a big grin. "I hope you aren't too squeamish about burying your face in my wet crotch. Let me know if the beer tastes as good as it did when I was drinking it."
I was no stranger to eating pissy pussy. I had done so with Maria on multiple occasions including that very first time we were together after the lunch that began our cugini con benefici relationship. I did not hesitate to dive right in. Carol grabbed my head to pull me in closer.
"Oh fucking shit that's so good," she moaned. "I love getting my pussy eaten under a clear blue summer sky. Taste good, Gino? Tell me you love it too."
