Chapter 13

He had a red beard, a sleeveless vest that revealed bulging biceps and a battered felt hat on his head. He expertly stopped the canoe inches from where Blanche was standing.

"That was quite a show you two put on," he said.

"How did you get here?"

"Portaged over from the next lake. Didn't expect to find anybody here, though. It's usually deserted."

"Well, in about two minutes you're going to have it all to yourself mister," said Blanche as she saw his eyes cruise over her chest.

"I wouldn't mind getting a little taste of that. I reckon there's enough left over."

"Listen, all I have to do is scream and my girlfriend will be back here in less than a minute with a shot gun and she wouldn't think twice about blowing your head off. Or your nuts. And it would all be in self-defense, too. Big man like you attacking two innocent women. You should be ashamed of yourself," she said teasingly.

"Hmmmm. Buckshot gives me indigestion. Maybe I spoke a little too hastily."

Blanche took hold of the side of the canoe and felt like doing something impulsive.

"Listen, if she wasn't around we might be able to have some fun, but you know how it is."

"Yes, I do."

"On the other hand I wouldn't want you to go away with bad feelings."

"You wouldn't?"

Blanche reached into the canoe. He was sitting on a small seat and she unbuttoned his levis and fished out his limp cock which she began to massage and squeeze until it became fully erect.

"Feel my breasts," she said.

The man reached down and rubbed both of her breasts as Blanche began to masturbate him, squeezing his prick and moving her hand up and down. Her other hand was on his balls, playing with them.

The head of his prick swelled and she felt his nuts begin to stir and she increased her efforts, hoping that Stephanie wouldn't suddenly appear.

He came suddenly, spurting upwards, gobs of jism falling all over his stained levis, some of it running down the length of his prick.

Blanche took her hand away. "Feel better?" she asked.

"It's better than nothing," he admitted.

"Especially when it was so unexpected."

"That's another part of it, yes."

"I'd better go. I don't want to keep my friend waiting. she might get suspicious."

"Wouldn't want that."

Blanche turned her back and walked towards the shore as the man dug his paddle into the water and headed for the far side of the lake, not even bothering to stuff his limp cock back into his pants, just wanting to get the hell out of there as fast as he could.

Blanche dressed and put all of their stuff into the canvas tote bag and headed back towards the car. She found Stephanie sitting in the shade, leaning against the base of a tree, smoking a cigarette.

Blanche looked at her watch. She had been away exactly fifteen minutes. It was late in the afternoon and so far it had been a very interesting day and she began to wonder what kinds of adventures the evening was going to hold for her and Stephanie.

"Have a good swim?" asked Stephanie as she put their gear in the trunk of the car.

"Great. We ought to come back here again sometime," said Blanche as she got into the car."

I don't see why we couldn't. It's a perfect place. It's totally isolated."

"Yes, that's what I like about it, too," said Blanche, wondering how many other stud canoeists thought the same thing. there could be a lot of interesting possibilities and Blanche was open to just about anything. She wasn't sure about how Stephanie would feel but she would cross that particular bridge when she came to it.

"When do you feel like eating?" asked Stephanie.

"In about two hours or so. How about you?"

"That sounds fine with me. I know a good Mexican place that'll take us about an hour and a half to drive to," said Stephanie.

"Isn't that going a lot out of our way?"

"Maybe. I hadn't thought about it."

"I mean all the driving you have to do. You must be getting tired."

"I don't mind. Besides, I like to eat out of town and I think you know the reasons why, too."

"I do."

The last thing that both of them needed was gossip concerning their sexual habits. There were enough people who had nothing better to do that would latch onto something like that the way a hungry dog would latch onto a bone.

More than likely, it would be enough to make them move out of town. The people that lived there tended to be pretty straight and conservative when it came to sexual morals and something like what Stephanie and Blanche were up to would be a major disaster.

But as long as they kept things quiet and were very discreet there was no reason that anyone would ever find out and that was exactly what they intended to do.

And that was why Stephanie did not mind driving for nearly two hours to go to a restaurant for dinner plus the long drive back to where they lived.

When she first moved into the town she had done a lot of exploring and in addition to deserted (or so she thought) lakes, she also discovered restaurants and road houses that were in the middle of nowhere where the presence of two, unattached women together would not draw undue attention.

In addition, she liked to drive and her car held the road well and got good gas mileage. The wine and sun and fucking and coming had given them both an excellent appetite and when they pulled into the gravel filled driveway that led to the parking lot of the Mexican place they were both ravenously hungry.

They ate a lot but drank in moderation and on the way back Blanche got impulsive again and masturbated Stephanie while she was driving and Stephanie later said when they got back to Blanche's place that it was a miracle they didn't go off the road and into a ditch.