My first year of Wilderness Guiding was coming to a close. I only had one group of two that wanted to do the difficult Carson River from Lake Lancaster to Fort Beneteau. It was the first week of September so it was easy to get a flight. The weather made the nights a lot colder, but the rock formations still held a lot of the summer heat, and the water could feel almost warm in contrast to the cooling nights.
We had to catch a float plane to Lake Lancaster where we would spend one night together at the Eco-lodge then the three of us would be running single canoes down the Carson River to the Fort. My clients had fished the lake and surrounding area the previous year, so they knew Arthur and Chastity Simpson, and guides are free, when accompanying paying guests, so it was a no brainer for me. I had met the young family, with my parents, and they were very friendly.
The section that we would traverse was only used by the Native Peoples who were still trapping and hunting in these lands that they call home. I had no experience on this part of the Carson, but I had extensive notes from my Native friends, and my two Patrons were avid canoeists and back country enthusiasts. They both taught at Sioux Forestry College where I graduated last Winter.
Peter Cornell taught Canadian Botany and Isador Phillips taught Survival Skills to the potential Rangers and Guides that might depend on his teachings to keep them alive in the wilderness.
Neither man was married, with one being a widower and the other a divorced man. They were both in good shape, with Peter being in his late forties, while Izzy was 58. The oldest guys that I had guided to date, so I wondered if they would be looking for some 'action', or just an adventure.
They had both been my teachers for a few courses, but I had not associated with either of them after class.
I was flying into Lancaster with two of the single canoes and all of the camping gear and the food. Peter and Izzy would fly in from Sudbury with one canoe and their personal equipment. I was confident that they would travel light.
My pilot friend Cooper, was stationed out of Thunder Bay, but he dropped into our little stretch of water at the Witamaki Outfitters, so that we could load up there, instead of me driving the 6 hours to his home base.
Tom and Paulee were there to help us get everything loaded. Paulee was just learning the outfitting trade from his Uncle Tom and Aunt Sally. They took the phone calls and put together the plans and provisions for our trips, and they made good money doing it.
Cooper was excited to strap down his plane, and stay the night with me at the Lodge, but there was going to be a lot of wind overnight, so he made the smart decision that he would fly home as soon as I was safely on shore.
"I was really looking forward to spending the night with you Loren," he yelled above the wind and prop noise. There were no working headphones for the second seat, so this was the only way that we could communicate.
I felt cheated too. I just had an off week, where I only got laid by one of the Summer Rangers, but that was 5 days ago, and I didn't know if I would get as much as a kiss from my former Professors.
I put my hand on Cooper's thigh and raised my eyebrows in a conspiratorial way. He immediately moved the steering yolk to its highest position, giving me more than enough room to get my head into his lap.
I unzipped his coveralls, remembering that they called it a flight suit. Cooper smiled but kept his hands on the controls. He pushed his shoulders back and the suit fell to his hips when he shifted the garment off his arms, one at a time and settled back into his seat.
I popped his expanding cock over the top of his briefs and carefully brought the balls out with it. I was quite familiar with Cooper's equipment.
I blew on it and watched as it stood up to its full length of 6 or 7 inches. His gangly form left no belly in my way, so I moved in to give him a little tease with my tongue going up and down on his shaft. I do have a clip that I can put in my tongue, but I didn't have it in at the time. It makes my speech thick and some people already think of me as a whore, so I didn't need a cock sucker's stud in my tongue all of the time. Still, it did give the fellas something to think about when I ran it over the underside of their cocks.
This was far from my first time though, so I sucked him into my mouth and gave him the blowjob of his dreams. I couldn't help but strum my own clit while I jammed his tool to the back of my throat. He came quickly and the volume of his release was quite impressive, so I let some dribble down my chin and onto my neck.
When he was finished I leaned back in my seat and pulled my shirt over my head so that he could feast on my prized tits. I let the dribble continue down my neck and onto my right breast. My bike shorts hugged me tightly so I had to squirm to get them down to my ankles, but I figured that Cooper would enjoy a little show. Maybe he would think of me when he gets home tonight? There was no underwear to get in the way. Just swimsuits and clingy shorts for me.
He was already getting hard while I started to masturbate for him. I pushed my tits in with my arms while pushing two fingers into my muff and I used the other hand to flick my clit from side to side.
I had a nice orgasm in less than a minute. It wasn't a deep one, but it was better than nothing. Cooper reached under his seat and pulled a leaver that sent his seat back nearly a foot! Then he tapped his left thigh in an obvious invitation.
Cooper pulled a condom out from behind the airspeed indicator and handed it to me. I'm sure that he was a Boy Scout by training. I quickly had him suited up with a latex rubber, then I swung my right leg over his lap, bringing my nipple into his face for a second while his right hand positioned his newly aroused penis at the entry of my love nest.
I only let the head pass my labia and into the opening, then I held myself high while my pilot kissed and suckled my nipple. I was more than wet enough to take him to the full depth in one motion, returning his sight lines over my shoulder. He deliberately moved the entire plane up and down with the simple movement of the steering column. I think that the aviation people would not have approved, but it added some fun to our lovemaking.
I had a much better orgasm as I put hickeys on his neck. He needed longer, but I didn't mind. I had nowhere else to be.
"Just relax Captain, and let me do the driving while you take care of the flying," I spoke right into his ear so I didn't have to yell.
He decided to engage the part of the autopilot that maintained the altitude so that he could look me in the eye or enjoy the look and feel of my swollen nipples and explore my mouth with his tongue. When he finally had his second explosion, I joined him in the bliss of another love spasm.
"Loren, oh Loren!" he moaned.
He is a very passionate friend.
We were on the water by 2 in the afternoon, but the wind was already making it hard to get the two canoes off of the floats. The Simpson boys rushed out to the end of the dock to help us, and though they are only 13 and 14, they are strong lads. Cooper was soon able to grab a saintly kiss from me and head back to his home base. He gave me a little wiggle of his wings as he disappeared in the distance.
"Are you on your own this trip Loren?" Casper asked me, as he lugged the heaviest pack to the boathouse. He was the younger one, always trying to show me that he was just as mature as his brother.
"There are two coming in tomorrow, Dumbbell," Zeek chided his brother.
They were both bound to be great outdoors men. They were gentlemen, like their father, but their high spirited mother gave them their only insight into women.
This Eco-lodge had a bank of solar cells over the main building that helped them to maintain contact with the rest of the world. They had internet only during a narrow window, when their old satellite dish could align with the few satellites that circled in this northern latitude. An old, but dependable ham radio was maintained for emergencies. There were no tv screens to be found here, but they had a projector that they could use to show movies on the back wall of the great room. Otherwise they had laptops to keep up with their son's education and to accept reservations for the trippers and fishermen that took up lodging here throughout the spring and summer.
"I hope you two appreciate how lucky you are," I said, but realized as I said it that I didn't appreciate how lucky I was until my parents died. They died together, and in each other's arms, when they hit a logging truck only two and a half years ago.
"It would be better if we had more visitors like you, Loren," Zeek responded as he waited for me to help him take my canoe off his shoulders. He didn't want to scratch it, since we had applied a fresh gel coat on the bottom just a week ago.
Casper took the back and I went to the front, but I let the two boys impress me with their ability to work together and get my pride and joy safely to the ground.
