I've been living beside a beautiful lake, but until I got my kayak this summer, I had no idea what adventures were waiting for me out there. The lake is very large, lined with bright green trees, bounded by jagged rocks and dotted with homes that range from modest to mansions. In the early morning, a mist blankets the water but it typically lifts as the sun gets higher in the sky.
As I glide across the calm water in my bright yellow sit-on-top kayak, I sometimes wonder what's happening inside the many houses that I pass. Often, I'll get a smile and a wave or a "hello" from someone out on their dock reading a book or catching some sun.
Although I bring a life jacket with me, I often don't wear it if the weather is warm. Instead, I'll just wear some running shorts and soak up some rays.
One recent morning, I heard a cell phone ring and a woman's voice answering it. I wasn't paddling heavily, so I could hear her voice clearly, although I couldn't see where she was. She must have been close, though. I could smell coconut sunscreen.
"No... it's modest... a two piece... the blue one... its not a thong!... Dad!... Who's gonna see me anyway? I'm stuck here on this stupid island!.... No, my friends all have summer jobs.... I don't want to work this summer. This is my last chance to enjoy life before grad school.... Okay, I love you too Daddy.... Bye."
Now, I was curious to see the young lady who was speaking but I didn't want to startle her. I paddled away from her house a bit, and out toward the middle of the lake. I then turned slowly and headed into her line of sight. I paddled strongly, flexing my tanned arms, and could soon see her laying face-up on a towel atop a boulder in her yard, a few feet from where the rocks met the water. Her light brown hair was tied back neatly, her face partly hid behind big sunglasses. At first, she seemed naked. As I got closer, I saw she wore a racy red string bikini.
She sat up slightly at the sound of my paddle and the water slapping rhythmically against my kayak. She turned her face in my direction, her eyes still concealed behind her shades. I kept paddling toward her. She grabbed some oil and began to rub it on her arms and across the top of her chest. She did the fronts of her legs and then stood up and turned sideways confirming her father's suspicion and my hopes that she was wearing a thong. She continued rubbing the oil on the backs of her legs as I drew closer. With the bottle in her left hand, her right hand reached behind to slowly oil her naked ass until it glistened and time came to a stop...
KLONK!!
my paddle slipped out of my hand bounced loudly on the kayak and fell into the lake! I lurched forward to try and catch it, but this only caused me to fall off the kayak as well. So much for being suave.
I came up for air, and shook my head back and forth like a dog to shed the water. I heard her laughing and looked up at her.
"Can you swim?" she asked. I smiled sheepishly, treading water.
"Yes, but I hadn't planned on it." My life vest was drifting nearby but the kayak had shot forward when I fell from it and had come to rest near her. She squatted with locked knees at the shore's edge and grabbed the front of the kayak while I scooped up my life vest and waded clumsily toward her.
"Go slowly, there's a lot of sharp rocks there," she kindly warned as I stood in the waist-high water. She was as hot as any swimsuit model I'd ever seen. As I slowly closed the distance between us, the water level dropped to my thighs, causing my white shorts to cling to my awakening cock. I tossed the vest ashore and held the paddle in front of me for balance as if walking a tightrope.
"Oh, you're quite talented, I see," she laughed and sat down on a nearby rock, her feet holding the kayak from floating away.
"I was raised by circus performers," I quipped, "but they wanted me to be a lawyer so I never really mastered the high wire." I walked up onto the rock where she sat. I tossed my paddle on the grass nearby. She remained seated while I stood dripping wet beside her, my hips at her eye level, the sun on my back.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lawyerman, I'm Catherine -- Cat for short."
"John," I replied. Cat extended one hand to shake and placed her other hand half way between my hips and her eyes to shield them from the sun, "I hope you do defense work."
