I had met Eric a couple of times before -- at parties at our apartment complex and the like -- but I'd never really got to know him. Maybe I was afraid he wouldn't want to go out with an "older woman" (I'm 36 and he is about 25), but in any case I never approached him. I thought he was attractive enough, and although I saw him go out on dates from time to time, he didn't seem to have a steady girlfriend. Then one Saturday morning I saw him parking his car with a canoe on its roof. I thought, "Well, this is my chance!" I pretended to be going to my car and walked up to him.
"Hello, Eric," I said, "Is this your canoe?"
He answered, "Yeh, I just got it; now I have to find a good place for canoeing." His eyes scanned me from head to foot several times.
Observing him in turn, I said, "Really? My uncle has a summer place on Norris Lake, north of here, that's good for canoeing. I mean, I've never done it, but when I was a kid I spent a lot of time up there and I always saw people canoeing. I could tell you how to get there; I'm sure he wouldn't mind you using his place."
Eric looked down and said, "That's a great offer, but I really wouldn't feel right... being a stranger and all." Then he met my eyes and said, "Look, why don't you come with me... Then it would be OK."
"No, no," I said, "you don't understand. I've never been in a canoe; I wouldn't know what to do!"
But he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "No problem! It's easy! I'll show you everything you need to know!" So we agreed to go back to our places, get a few things together, and head up there that afternoon.
I thought carefully about what I should wear; I didn't want to disappoint Eric! It would be hot out on the lake, so I put on my pale green jogging shorts and a yellow tank top. I'm rather big-chested, so I wore a bra, picking a thin one that wouldn't be too hot. I knew I should probably take a change of clothes, but I had spent so much time picking my outfit that I was running late, so I just grabbed by pack, which still had stuff from my last hike.
I guess I picked the right clothes, because Eric kept his eyes glued to me as I walked to his car. I took the opportunity to stare back and take in his appearance. I noted that his 5'10" height was quite adequate for my 5'5", and that he was thin, but not skinny, and somewhat muscular. His hair was dark brown, and owing to his shorts and T-shirt I could see that his body was moderately hairy. He was clean-shaven, but showed some signs of a 5 o'clock shadow. I noted (with appreciation!) a lemon-size bulge in the crotch of his tight, cut-off jeans. I smiled as I arrived at his car and said, "Let's go!"
After letting his eyes flicker across my chest and legs he said, "You bet!" and we climbed in and were off.
The trip to the cabin was uneventful, and we soon got the canoe launched. I was pretty good at it! Eric did most of the paddling, and most of the time I just sat in the front of the canoe facing him. My eyes were continually drawn to dark hair on the inside of his thighs, which thickened as it disappeared into his shorts. The line of black appeared again at his belt, and continued up past his navel. I got a charge out watching his leg and stomach muscles tense as he shifted his balance. It made my nipples hard, which I was happy to see he noticed: as they became erect, his eyes more frequently paused on them appreciatively. For my part, I struck a variety of poses, first leaning back on my hands, so that my boobs separated to either side, then leaning forward and shrugging my shoulders, so that they were pressed together, and he could my cleavage down my tank top.
After we had paddled around for a while, I pointed to an island off to out left and said, "Look Eric, I used to go to that island when I was a little girl. There are some real nice places on it for a picnic, or at least there used to be. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me," he said, and swung the canoe in that direction. Soon we found one of my old spots, and had a fun wine and cheese snack.
"You want to see another special place?" I asked, and he said "Sure."
"You can get just a beautiful view of the lake and the mountains from there, but we have to go around the end of that swamp to get to it."
So off we went, but we had a terrible time climbing around the bank of the swamp, because it had been raining and the ground was muddy. All of a sudden I slipped down on my butt; Eric grabbed for my arm, but that made him fall too. The two of us slid down the six feet of bank into a puddle of sticky goo.
"Shit! What a goddamn mess!" Eric said, looking at himself; half his body was covered with the stuff.
In sliding down, mud had pushed up into my shorts and top. "God Eric, my clothes are full of mud!"
"And it smells like a goddamn sewer," he added. I had to agree; the odor was enough to make you sick.
"Well, Lana, I guess our trip is over; I can't stand to spend the day like this. Pity my poor car!"
"Oh Eric, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have suggested going around the swamp... But wait! I have some extra clothes in my pack. I even have some of my brother's clean clothes from our last hike. Why don't we wash these clothes in the lake, and let them dry while we wear the others? We can pick this stuff up on the way back to the cabin."
Eric slapped my mud-caked back and said "Brilliant! Trust a woman to have extra clothes!"
"See! It pays off!" I said, grinning at him. With our arms around each others shoulders, we headed back to the canoe in our mud-packed clothes.
When we got back to the shore I said, "I don't even want to get near my pack like this!" So I waded into the water and rinsed off the worst of the goo; Eric did likewise. Then I got my pack out and starting fishing around in it. Eric seemed very interested in the way my wet top clung to me... That was OK!
"Oh no, Eric," I said, "there isn't as much here as I thought... There's only my tennis skirt, and these exercise shorts and T shirt of my brother's. I was sure there was underwear, but there's none here now; I don't know what happened! I guess we'll have to go without... Do you mind?"
"No, I don't mind if you don't," he said, eyeing me curiously.
"Well, this is all you get, I guess." I said, handing him the exercise trunks. "I'll have to use his T shirt myself."
Looking directly at my chest, he said very seriously, "That's OK Lana, you need it more than me."
"Why, whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.
So off we went to different ends of the beach to change. I pulled off my muddy clothes and rinsed them out as well as I could. Then I dressed in the clean ones. "This is certainly going to be an odd outfit," I thought to myself. First I put on the white tennis skirt; it was still neatly pressed and seemed very out of place in our present surroundings. It was one of my shorter skirts, coming only a third of the way down my thighs. My brother's white T shirt seemed a little more appropriate, since he used it for just this sort of thing. Fortunately Bo (my brother) is a big boy, so there was no problem with it fitting me. Not so fortunately, he had torn a strip a couple of inches wide off of the bottom. "Oh shit!" I thought, "Is this going to cover me?"
I should explain, that there is a law of nature that says that, with age, big tits seek the center of the earth. I have not escaped this law. At this stage in my life, the bottoms of my breasts are just about even with my elbows. Now, that may not sound very close to the center of the earth, but it seems like it when you're contemplating your brother's torn-off T shirt. Fortunately, however, the shirt came down far enough... barely!
Feeling very comfortable (and not a little sexy!) I picked up my old clothes, and headed back toward the canoe. Eric was already there, hanging his wet clothes up on a tree. He turned and watched me approach. As I walked I could feel my boobs swinging back and forth, and he watched every motion. I could also feel my nipples hardening, and the tickle as they rubbed under the T shirt. I could see a bulge quickly expanding in Eric's shorts, and he soon was obliged to clasp his hands in front of them.
"Quite an outfit, isn't it?" I said, and twirled around once, so he could get the full effect.
"On you, Lana, it looks beautiful, believe me!"
"You look fine, too," I said, following the hairy line from his chest down into his trunks. I smiled, and he returned it.
"Well, let's go," he said, and we were back in the canoe.
Well, I have to say that the second part of our canoe trip was different from the first. In fact neither of us seemed to be able to concentrate much on the canoeing! The fault may be just a little bit mine, although I don't really think so! For some reason whenever I pointed to a sight, or raised my hand to scratch my head, Eric seemed to forget he was supposed to paddle! And the same thing happened when I crossed my legs, or spread them wide to catch the breeze! And you know another funny thing... he seemed to be so distracted that he didn't even seem to notice that this hairy round thing was hanging out of his trunks. He also didn't notice when this smooth fleshy thing began to protrude out of his other pants leg! Well, I have to tell you, watching his thing harden and work its way more and more out made me pretty hot! It's a good thing that by raising my arm I could feel the cool breeze on the bottom of my boob; it was very pleasant! I'll tell you another good thing. Watching his dickey rub on his thigh, and bounce as he paddled, was making me just a little wet between the legs, so it was real nice that I could spread my legs -- or even put one knee up! -- and catch a cool breeze there too. That seemed to make Eric feel better too!
Well, things were going along just fine like this for a while; we weren't getting very far, but that didn't seem to be a problem! Next thing I knew, Eric was pointing over the side and saying "Look at that big goddamn turtle!" I turned and leaned over to look; I could feel the fresh air on the bottom of my boobs. I looked back at Eric, but he wasn't looking at the turtle. And the next thing I knew we were rolling over into the water.
Things were pretty confusing there for a couple of minutes, but pretty soon we had the canoe and paddles all together, and waded into shore with them.
"So much for dry clothes!" Eric mumbled.
"Oh I'm so sorry, Eric, it was my fault again! I told you I didn't know anything about canoeing. But even I knew I shouldn't lean over like that."
"That's OK," he replied, "if I'd been paying more attention I could have compensated, but I was... ehhhh... distracted..."
In fact, he seemed to be a bit distracted again, as we walked up the beach. I looked down and saw the reason: the thin white T shirt -- now completely soaked -- was clinging tightly to my breasts. The areolas around my nipples are quite large (about four inches across) and a dark brown; they showed clearly through the cotton. Needless to say, my nipples were hard from the cold and wet, and pulled the shirt this way and that as I walked. Glancing over at Eric, I saw that the tan exercise trunks clung tightly to his crotch, and I could see the dark patch of his pubic hair through them. His dick was hard, but the thin material clung to it so that only the tip was visible. It hung down at about 45 degrees, and bounced as he walked; he didn't seem to notice. I could tell now that Eric was not very big -- about five inches -- but that's more than enough to satisfy me.
"How are we going to dry off?" Eric asked, "We're going to get cold."
"How about a race?" I said, "Bet you can't catch me!" And I went running down the beach.
I looked back as he took out after me, and watched happily as his cock bounced out of his trunks. It bounced wildly a few times before it stiffened into a position 45 degrees up. "That's one thing I like about smaller guys," I thought, "always good and hard!" I took off running again, and, holding onto branches, climbed up a slight hill. I turned to watch him run, and called "Come on!" As I watched him bounce along, I could feel the breeze on my right nipple. When I got a chance to look at it I could see that the T shirt was caught up over it, and the my right boob was exposed from the nipple down. He noticed too, so I turned and ran some more.
We chased around like this till we were out of breath, and then stopped and stood panting at each other. His dick was sticking straight out there, and I pointed at it and said, "Hey, what's that? Your CB antenna?"
He pointed at my tit: "I suppose that's your tuning dial?"
I looked down at my tit; the areola was almost completely exposed. I said "Oops" and pulled the T shirt down over it. Eric in the meantime stuffed his cock back into his trunks, but it didn't fit very well and pushed hard on the fabric.
We walked along the beach, catching our breath and looking at the stuff that had washed up (mostly old bottles!). I saw a pretty blue one mostly buried in the sand; it seemed quite old. I hurried up to it and called, "Eric, look at this!" I bent over at the waist and started to pick the dirt off of it. It only slowly dawned on me that in this position my boobs had swung forward and were hanging down parallel to my arms. To put it bluntly, they were hanging out there in the sunshine. Something else was out in the sunshine, as I realized from the draft on my bottom. The tennis skirt didn't cover much in this position!
I continued to pick at the bottle, but was vaguely aware of Eric coming up behind me. The next thing I knew I felt his hands on my hips and an exquisite penetration between my legs. He rammed his hard dick into my pussy again and again, moaning the whole time. I took it as long as I could in that position, with my tits swinging back and forth, but I was losing my balance. "I've got to get down Eric!" So I went down on my hands and knees, and Eric went right down with me -- I don't think he missed a beat. Aside from being less acrobatic, this position had another advantage, since I could just dangle my boobs on the ground. My nipples rubbing on the sand led to a sublime combination of pleasure and pain. Periodically Eric reached forward and grabbed a tit, squeezing it hard, or pulling it up under my arm. Then he would let go and let it swing back along the ground. I thought I was going to die every time he did it.
Eric came quickly, but so did I. As we finished, banging our hips as though to merge them, I felt the hot flood of Eric's cum in my pussy. He stayed hard more than long enough to give me a great orgasm. We separated (with a smack!) and reclined side by side.
Now we really were messy! Eric's trunks were soaked in cum and pussy juice. His soft dick seemed stuck to his thigh amongst black hairs gooed with white cum. The juices were also running down my legs, and my skirt was now sticking to my leg and pussy. My T shirt was sweaty and dirty from the ground and Eric's hungry hands. I leaned back on my elbows, so my breasts hung to the sides of my chest, soaking in the coolness. We were pretty gross... So, guess what! It was back in the water again to cool off and to clean off ourselves and our clothes!
We stripped off our clothes and washed them out, and then returned to shore, ringing them out. After hanging them to dry, we turned to look at each other. Eric stood tall and handsome, his cock quickly stiffening and rising to attention. I noted now how thick the hair was that covered his balls and crotch. It was a black thicket, with his dick sticking out like a white bone. My nipples swelled as we walked towards each other. When we got close his hands reached out and attacked my breasts. He rubbed his palms all over my nipples, and let them slide between his fingers.
"Oh Eric, yes, that's good... Please, more!"
We came together, and I put one hand into his hair and the other around his back. With one hand he squeezed my tit, while the other began to explore my pussy. I felt my other nipple brushing lightly against his hairy stomach. The hot tip of his cock pushed against my tummy. I pulled him closer, so that his cock and my tits were squeezed between us.
"God I love your tits," he muttered.
"Take them! Suck them Eric!"
He took my left breast in both hands and lifted it to his mouth, sucking hard and biting the nipple. Waves of pleasure washed through my breast, as he continued to play.
Suddenly I felt Eric's cock brush against my navel. Looking down I saw it hard and pulsing, pink and hot. I had to have it. So I slid out of his hands, and down to my knees. I lowered my mouth over its oozing tip.
"Oh God Lana, yes, please, ahhh!"
I let my tongue explore all the curves of the head, and then let my lips run up and down the shaft, burying my nose in his thick thatch. I could take all of his cock in my mouth, and I gave him a number of good long strokes, before he said "Lana, please! Now! I want you now!"
I slid down on my back and spread my knees; he was soon on top and entering me. He worked my clit well, and within a moment I was coming. I squeezed my boobs under my arms while holding his shoulders with my hands. He moaned and kept pumping, but he wasn't ready to cum yet, and I could feel that he beginning to soften a bit.
"Eric, let me be on top."
So we rolled over and I impaled myself on his spear, and began to slide my hips up and down on it. I leaned forward so that my breasts began to stroke his chest and his face. He caught on real quick and began to grab at them, sucking them as they went by, or squeezing them into his face. It made my tits feel so good that I could hardly take it -- tickles and warmth and shuddering pleasure all together. It must have been working for him too, because I felt his cock suddenly harden in me. I stroked my love button over his cock head until I thought my clit would explode, and I began to cum in rolling waves of ecstasy. Now I moved up and down the whole length of his cock, taking it all into my pussy. Eric began to moan louder, and soon he was yelling. His hips thrust up against me, and soon we were both cumming violently, smashing our groins together. We screamed together as the sticky sweetness began to squeeze out into the mingling hairs of our crotches.
After we came down, I continued to slide slowly and gently on his cock; I could feel it softening inside me. My breasts were still very sensitive, and I continued to stroke them across his body; he caressed them gently. Finally I collapsed onto his sweaty body, and his strong arms wrapped around me. We stayed that way for a long time, still locked pussy and cock, kissing and whispering to each other. It was very very nice.
Later we lay naked side by side, enjoying the afternoon breezes. Eric turned to me and said, "Lana, I want you to know that I've never had a fuck like that. You are so good."
"Thank you Eric," I replied, "That's very kind of you. What did you like best?"
"Well," he said, "I love especially your tits. The things you do with them... I've never been so turned on!"
"Thank you Eric. They give me a lot of pleasure, and I try to use them to give others pleasure too!"
"You certainly are good at that, Lana. You must be very comfortable with body."
" I suppose I am now," I replied, "but I wasn't always... It's a long story."
Last revised April 20, 2002