The Canoe Trip

This story comes from a situation I found myself in and I've pushed the narrative to what I wanted to happen or hoped happened.

JASON:

Jason woke early in the morning, well rested. He climbed out of his truckbed-camper with a fresh coffee in hand watching the rising sun. He'd been driving across the country. Change of scenery, change of job. Stopping at camp grounds and provincial parks along the way.

Usually taking out his kayak to explore the lakes, making friends along the way, some he'd never meet again and some he likely would.

Jason inflated his kayak and started to make his way out on the lake to explore the shoreline.

HAILEY:

It was the second day of her and Steven's camping trip. Everything had been going well, they've been together for the past 5 years, recently married and the promise of a future was starting to be realized. It was last night sadly that Hailey slipped in the dark and twisted her ankle severely.

Now it was morning and she and Steven had had their breakfast as she hobbled about the campsite. Their plan for the day was to paddle out to a network of trails across the lake which led to a lookout point across the valley. Hailey was in no state to make the hike anymore, which was discouraging for them both. However Hailey was pleased with the potential of some down time to lounge on the trip.

Steven offered to change the plans to a trip around the lake, but Hailey knew he had been set on this hike, she also had a book she could really dive into while he was gone. She let him know she'd have dinner ready by the time he got back.

As Steven set out paddling away on the lake along the shore she watched and waved encouragingly. Hailey then found the spot she had scoped out earlier, it was along the rocky shore, it allowed her to get some sun, dip her feet in the water and enjoy her book for as many hours as she pleased until she had to get dinner settled.

Chapter after chapter fell in her desire of her book. She got to a chapter where finally the female lead character had been whisked away by the handsome knight.

...

He had accomplished his task, he had secured the package and it was not what he had thought. "Secure the necklace of a Arrendal" he had fought the bandits that had stole it from the kingdom. However the priest failed to mention that the Mother's Maiden had been wearing it. She had been captured and whisked away in the night. Gods know why they failed to mention it.

...

There she was, chained in the tower, seemingly his contract implied her life was of no importance to the priest. The necklace had been worn by one of the bandits and her screams for help is what drew him to her aid. She was safe back at his camp.

...

They had faced countless hardships over the days that passed and she proved herself a capable fighter. Sir Daniels had grown fond of her company and was questioning his oaths.

...

In the grotto she nursed his wounds after the wolf attack. She sponged at the wounds on his back, moving closer from behind and whispered in his ear, "I never did get to thank you properly for saving me."

...

She was now on top of him, her softness washed over him as she lowered herself down onto his shaft. He embraced her backside with his strong hands, clutching for life. Sir Daniels rolled her over onto her back. His strength was immense as was his needing for pleasure. Breaking oaths, and vows he plunged deeply into her, parting her softness and welcoming her warmth. She could not imagine the power he wielded in her. With the rhythmic pose of a bard playing for the king he continued. She had finally provided the knight with a sheath for his sword. There would be no more fighting for him tonight. He kissed her exposed chest, and grasping her arms above her head, pinning her to the cold rocks of the grotto. He moved his head up towards her lips and lingered before kissing her deeply. Leaning in and whispering in her ear, "I love you."

Hailey reeling from the book set it down on the rock. Slow. Shallow waves rolled in on the rocks as the heat from the sun warmed her face. She was aroused and decided she would push this further as she was alone in a seemingly picture perfect timeless land of her own.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand towards her breasts, pulling her bra away from her nipple. Gently caressing it between her finger and thumb, playing with it, rolling it softly. It quickly hardened and rushed with pleasure. Hailey loved having her nipples played with. The sensitivity of it tingling throughout her blissful aura.

The warmth of the sun softly kissed her exposed breast as the gentle waves rolled around her feet kissing them. She was alone in the wilderness. Hailey pulled her bra off and pulled her tank top down exposing both breasts to the sun. She laid along the rock positioning her body closer to the water's edge. The rock was hot on her back sending heat radiating down her spine. Hailey reached out and cupped the cool water. Then raised her hand with droplets of the cooling liquid dripping on to her chest.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The water droplets clumsly landed on her chest, nipples and rolled down her stomach at times settling in her belly button and rolling off. The contrast in hot, cold, wet and dry began to complement her own arrangement now. She let out a soft audible moan. Hearing her own emotions surfacing, knowing she was free, excited her. She let out another, nearly commanding the wilds itself with the sound. A soft cool breeze began to sway the trees.

Hailey continued to play, gently gripping her nipple, and delicately reaching down with her other hand gliding across her soft stomach wet with water. Unfastening the button, she slowly found herself beneath her shorts. Like dipping her hand into the lake she was wet, and comforting, but instead of cooling, she was hot. Despite the heat of herself, she broke out in goosebumps from the always pleasant discovery. She let out another commanding moan as her pace quickened. She was a goddess of the forest.

JASON:

Jason paddled along the lake's shore. He was hot and starting to sweat as the sun beat down. He had taken off his shirt. He was going for speed and exercise instead of leasure today. The waves were low, one round of the lake would do him for the day. As he approached a point, he could hear something. The sound of pleasure being cast out into nature. No one else was around. Just him and the siren on the rocks. He stopped paddling and drifted towards the sound. A woman's moan of pleasures began to fill the waters. He drifted closer. He rounded a tree line along the shore and saw, a near pixie like figure fully engulfed in self pleasure. He looked away briefly but, was captivated by the beauty of the creature enjoying herself. The sounds of pleasure filled the air as she continued to explore herself, eyes closed. A stirring occurred quickly in him. He was hardened by the sounds of pleasure and the visual of self exploration. He wanted her. He would surrender to her siren's song. He was pulsating with anticipation.

HAILEY:

It was happening, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, bigger than the waves that washed over her feet. She dripped water over herself to cool herself down as she continued to enjoy her needing mound and opening. This was it, she gasped loudly as she pushed deeper into herself unable to reach the places she wanted explored. Her legs shook and her breath quickened when suddenly she heard a masculine voice exclaim, "Fuck."

She opened her eyes and retracted her hands, quickly clasping at her breasts as she looked up for the first time in forever to see a man standing near the shoreline with a quickly deflating kayak that had ripped on the rocks.

He saw everything, he had enjoyed what he had seen. He had the look of desire for more.

JASON:

Hard and wet, he stood before the goddess of the shore who covered herself, holding his deflated kayak and paddle. There was something else he wanted to hold on his mind. He called out that he had had a bit of trouble and hoped the "Lady of the Lake" could help him. She stood and waded into the water uncovering her breasts, empowered by her moment of unfulfilled gratification, her ankle did not sting as it had. She approached him pulling up her shirt as he approached her and they took in his kayak together.

Once, back on the rocks Jason saw the camp and noted two chairs. She explained that he had caught her in a moment of pleasure and cut her short. Jason apologized and expressed, that he or who she was camping with could make up for it. She visibly stirred and explained to him that her husband surely would like to once he returned from his adventure. Jason's heart sunk. The siren had snared someone else.

She then grinned at him and said, "Unless he takes too long." Jason immediately grew eagerly with anticipation. What was going on here?

The inflatable kayak was unpatchable with his kit on hand. The Siren who's name was Hailey had begin to show the wear of her injury and he helped her to a chair. The smell of her campself intoxicated him being this close to her. The feel of her skin against his excited him, there was a deep pounding in his chest.   He was still eager with anticipation of what could be.

They talked about Steven being away and when he would return. They talked about when Steven returned he and Jason could paddle the canoe back to the launch. How she would have dinner ready when he came back from the hike. That he could stay for dinner, maybe even the night.

HAILEY:

Hailey was reeling, a handsome stranger had seen her toying with herself. He liked it, she could tell. She liked it, she knew. She had approached him in the water before covering herself. What was she thinking, what was she wanting. He had scooped her up and sat her in a chair like she was a feather.

"Oh god, I flirted with him," she thought. She wanted him, why? "I have Steven," she thought again as Jason helped start the camp fire.

Then she looked at him again, "He's not Steven, he's something else, he's a bull moose in the forest and it was now the rut."

She invited him to stay for dinner, or even the night. She was flushed with emotions, what was she planning. Her heart quickened, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be explored again by something new and bold.

She teased him about his kayak, she teased him about being wet.

Jason replied boldly, "Not as wet as you."

She blushed hard and felt a stirring deep in her, the same feeling she had moments before on the rocks in the sun. The heat was growing. Flustered she knowingly told Jason that there was time for them to get to know each other more before Steven returned. Jason in turn blushed and smiled. Was something going to happen? Her ankle throbbed, not in the same way she believed Jason had been or still was for her.

She again teased Jason, "And what would you have done if your kayak hadn't rubbed those rocks and burst." emphasizing the word burst.

Jason looked up again from the fire, "I would have kept watching I suppose."

Hailey replied, "Is that all?"

Jason looked around the camp, it was just him and the pixie in the forest. "Well I'd like to have done more, not splitting my kayak for one, maybe pull it into shore, lay beside you and... but you're with Steven."

Hailey knew what she was doing now, what she wanted to do, "Well he's not here and my ankle hurts, there's a bottle of tequila in the tent. Mind getting it for a drink? Dull the senses."

JASON:

What was happening? He found himself "shipwrecked" on new land, a beautiful woman seemingly enticing him to betray her spouse and take her, here and now. He couldn't deny his urges for her. The urge to take her, the desire to part her from her spouse if only for a moment. Who was he? He stood and was visibly showing his thoughts and feelings through the fabric of his wet shorts.

"You really should take those off to dry," Hailey said. It was going to happen. Who was she?

Jason strode over to the tent and unzipped the door, the bottle was there, he reached to grab it and heard a noise behind him, he turned to find Hailey stumbling on her ankle falling in the same breath as he caught her.

"Damn ankle," she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him. She rustled his hair with her fingers and clasped it tightly, she was in charge for now. She pulled him close and kissed him. He returned the kissing in a panicked rush of passion. Exploring her mouth and finding her tongue.

He pulled back and breathed, "You're a bad girl, and you're going to get it."

HAILEY:

She had the power to destroy men, she willed this to happen. He was right, she was bad, and she was going to take it from him. He scooped her once more, and she felt as light as a feather in his arms, steering their bodies towards the tent he placed her down on the sleeping bags, kissing her neck softly and quickly. His hands tussling through her hair as he made his way down to her chest, she gripped her shirt and ripped it down exposing her breasts, nipples firm and waiting. He kissed them softly and began to suck one, then the other.

She touched her lips with one hand wanting him to kiss her again but not stop what he was doing now. Steven could kiss her. She reached down and unbuttoned her shorts again, finding herself. She slipped in and out of herself again and again and then began to rub gently. Jason continued while fumbling with his shorts. He stopped, leaned back, pulled his shorts down around his thighs  presenting himself, to her. Heavy, powerful and more than she had experienced or expected. She was losing control.

She ushered for him to bring it to her mouth and she quickly embraced it, kissing at the tip and along the side. She spit on it and eagerly took it into her mouth as best she could. She licked along the underside and pushed deep onto it gagging briefly. She was in control. The taste was mildly salty and it was hot against her lips. Jason started to thrust towards her mouth and she pulled away and spit on it again and pushed him away with one hand while she slid the other along the length encompassing it in her saliva.

He grabbed her shorts and underwear and lifted her hips clear off the ground as he pulled them down off her legs and from her feet. He paused and kissed her toes for a moment before he parted her legs with his body and she readied herself to welcome him inside. He was gentle and slowly eased himself down onto her, slowly pushing deeper. As she wrapped around him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in a little faster. He was resisting her legs and continued to lower himself slowly, he brushed her cheek with his hand and pushed his hips closer as he leaned in and kissed her gently. She was full of passion, more full than she's ever been. Much different than Steven made her feel.

It was now that their hips met, this was it, he pulled back and met her legs locking him again as she began to roll and rock her hips grinding with him inside. He continued his efforts to pull back but couldn't get more than an inch of movement before she forced him down again. "He wasn't getting away from her" she thought, she needed him,   she needed to feel him in places unexplored and unexplained. She continued to rock her hips and was moaning louder. Her toes curled and she clawed at his back, he let out a sound of pleasure mixed with pain. Trying eagerly to regain control of him as he struggled to fuck her. The pain in her ankle grew but she put it aside as the pain and pleasure waved inside her.

They grew slick together, and her eyes rolled back as she exclaimed she was cumming. He continued his efforts to pull and thrust, charging forward stopped at every attempt. Her pace and breathed quickened she was flooded with passion. He looked her in the eyes and she saw he was close.

"I'm going to cum," he pulled again and her grip tightened on his back, her legs loosened for a moment as he pulled back, the furthest he had gotten from her.

She looked deep into his eyes and said, "Cum, cum for me." He was almost free from her.

What was she doing? A primal urge to have him in her, to have him wash into her. What would she tell Steven?

JASON:

He had been leaking and struggling to compose himself, she was as hot as the sun, tearing at his back and locking him in place. Their passionate struggle of desire was pushing him over the edge. He was going to cum. He pulled back one last time as he cautioned her. He felt her grip let go around his waist and he retreated.

He was ready as he pulled the last lengths of himself, and then she said it, "Cum, cum for me."

She locked him again with all of her strength she pulled him in. In an instance he had plunged into her hips.

Legs tightly holding him as she continued to rock chanting, "Cum for me, cum for me, cum in me."

He let loose, no escape. Struggling to pull back and meeting her resistance. She wanted this now, she was in control now. He filled her and emptied himself again and again. She let him free and he fell out. Collapsing on her chest, and taking a nipple into his mouth, softly nibbling and sucking on it as she ran her hands through his hair and his through hers. Their passion flowed onto the sleeping bags.

HAILEY:

Hailey whirled as their fleeting passion escaped from her, holding him close. She felt the power run and wished Steven was there to praise her. She loved him, and now wanted him more than ever. They laid, their breath returned to normal and began to compose themselves.

"What did we do?" Hailey asked softly as she rested a hand on herself.

Jason replied, "I think we found each other."

She had another man in her, leaking from her, likely working it's way where nature intended. She had the thought that, her and Steven did talk about trying in the near future. Could she? Would he know?

They got dressed and exited the tent, Hailey with the bottle in hand had taken a long drink. The fire Jason had lit needed tending after their long moment together which he diligently returned to. Hailey prepped the freeze dried bags of food, mixing the water to boil. When Steven had paddled to shore. She hurried herself to him as best she could with the ankle and grabbed at him needingly. Kissing him deeply and grasping at his back and running her hands through his hair. She needed him now. She felt him quickly offering himself to her through his pants, and she knew she once again was in control of a man.

She caught Steven looking at the new camp dweller but he didn't seem to be suspicious of him or confrontational. Steven welcomed Jason and the three talked about how things came to be, leaving some explicit details out. Jason was paddling his kayak along the shore and ripped it on the rocks. She had been reading on the shore and helped him with it. They had killed some time before getting food ready and we're waiting for Steven to return so he could ferry Jason back to his truck before dark, or else Jason would have to spend the night. Hailey looked at Jason and smiled. Jason blushed and looked away, seemingly unsure of his place now.

The three ate and talked, the odd glance Jason shot at her was maybe too telling. As the three continued to talk, Hailey could still feel Jason leaving her slowly.

Steven determined there was enough light left to ferry Jason back to his truck and make it back. However Steven expressed he was exhausted from the paddle and hike today, and wasn't sure he'd make the trip back. Hailey was stunned when Steven offered her up, to paddle Jason back as it didn't involve any walking, so her ankle would be good.

Jason looked at Hailey and smiled again, "We would be quick, and I'd do must of the work." He grinned.

JASON:

He watched as Hailey and Steven kissed passionately and held eachother. They said something he couldn't hear. She turned and Steven slapped her ass before she climbed into the canoe and they set off.

They paddled in near silence as he said, "So just me and you again."

She replied with, "He seemed tired after the day, but I still have some energy." As she splashed him with her paddle.

"Stop you're getting me wet," Jason said.

"You made me wet," Hailey replied.

"It's like that is it? You want me cum in you again? I'll fuckin do it." Replied Jason.   They paddled quicker into shore.

JASON ANd HAILEY:

Grinding the canoe into the sand, Jason got out and ran at her, scooping her up once again but this time he carried her to his truckbed-camper parked on the beach, and opened the door.

He tossed her on the bed and pulled her onto all fours. Ripping her shorts down, they tore nearly in half as they hung from her thighs. He grabbed her underwear and purposefully ripped them off. One piece fell to the floor as the other still clung to her thigh.

"You dirty slut, you like this don't you? Getting fucked behind Steven's back?" Said Jason.

She moaned, "yes, take me, I'm your whore."

Jason pulled his shorts down. Leaking, he looked down at his cock, it was throbbing, swollen and ready, he pressed it against Hailey's lips and rubbed it up and down again and again. He slapped her ass. He was in control now. She couldn't lock him in now. He wasn't gentle this time. He pushed into her, grabbing her hips pulling her into him, driving her face down onto his pillows. Again and again the chaotic rhythm of an animal. He grabbed her hair, pulling it back and slapped her ass again. He thrust deep into her, pulling nearly the full length out and plunging in again.

"You like that dick, you like my cum in you, I'm going to cum in you again and again," he said.

He continued his torrent of thrusts as he reached down to grab her nipple. He could hear her moaning, she freed a hand to play with herself.

"Tell me about Steven," he demanded as he kept pushing into her.

"He's small, he's so small, he's weak. Fuck me hard. I want your cum," Hailey panted.

Jason continued his onslaught, "Yea, he can't fuck you like this, he can't cum in you like I did."

"No, I don't want him to, I want you. I want you're cum, I only want you," Hailey kept going, she was lost now.

Jason knew he was taking her, he could take her from him, "Tell me more about him slut, I want to hear you before I cum."

"He's weak, he can't fuck me, I don't want him to fuck me, I want you, I want you to fuck me, I don't want him. He's a bitch. I love you," Hailey couldn't believe what she said.

Jason slapped her ass again and pulled clean out, rolled her on her back and mounted her. Pushing again fully into her, "Keep going bitch. I'm going to cum."

"I want your cum, I want you to cum in me again, I need it. I'm your little slut, she demanded.

"Keep talking about Steven, you're going back to him when I'm done with you, you're going to take drips of me back to him," Jason surprised himself. He was really enjoying belittling Steven even if he wasn't there to hear it.

"No don't make me, I want to stay with you, to take you again, take me with you, he's nothing to me, I love you. I love your cock, fuck me harder, cum in me. Get me pregnant!" Hailey was surprised by how much she loved saying these things, she loved Steven but in this moment she hated him and she liked it.

"I'm cumming, I'm going to cum in you, I'm going to breed you," Jason said and so he did.

Hailey could feel it shooting in again and again. Hailey shook and pulsated with him still inside. "Holy fuck, that was intense," Hailey said to Jason.

"That was fun," Jason said, "Think we can do this again?"

"I don't know," said Hailey.

"What the fuck did we just do? twice? That was so much, what if I do get pregnant?" Hailey exclaimed.

"Then you'll be pregnant by me and not Steven, and I'll do it again," Jason grinned, "hey you asked for it."

They cleaned themselves up, added each other on social media. Parted with a kiss. Jason kept half of her ripped underwear.

Hailey said, "I can't wait to see Steven."

"I can't wait to see you again," replied Jason. He kissed her again and knelt down, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach, "I'll be in touch."

She began to paddle back, leaving her conquest on the shore alone, hopeful and wondering what the fuck just happened. Overwhelmed with excitement to see Steven. To have him take her back. She wondered, "what was Steven doing? What did he know or suspect, if anything at all."