He felt a little pre-cum leaking onto his inner thigh after 10 minutes of being teased by the topless Sara as she bounced lightly in the canoe. Thankfully, only three other boats had passed in that time and none of them happened to be the boat patrolmen. Sara had been catcalled by a john boat full of middle-aged fishermen, but her tits had been otherwise unnoticed by the public.
As they approached the rocky outcrop, Sara suddenly turned back to him.
"Quick! Cut the motor!"
He did and she pulled two oars from the floor, seeming to take care not to make much noise. Her breasts swayed heavily and he wished he could touch them. He started to ask what they were doing when she silently shushed him with her finger.
He followed her lead and soon they rounded the rocks which towered like a cliff over their heads. The trees along the shoreline, vividly green larch and pine trees, dwarfed even the boulders and cast dark shadows upon them as the passed by. Sara guided them along the coast until they entered a small, three quarters circle alcove.
Twenty feet to their right, Connor saw a small beach, no more than fifteen feet wide, where a very naked girl was sunbathing.
She was absolutely stunning. A slender brunette with mildly pale skin, long legs and modest b or c-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink like Sara's and she had a small landing strip cut into her pubes. She seemed to be asleep and had both of her arms up and resting on her head. She was laying on bare sand and had no other belongings with her.
Sara giggled excitedly and then yelled, "Kora!"
