I had been working all summer on the weekends as a part time river guide. While I enjoy this sport greatly, it has limited my social life greatly, as I leave my mundane job on Friday night and return late Sunday to go to bed and get ready to go back to it Monday. I decided to take a weekend off, as my good friend Rachel, was having a barbeque for Independence Day. I arrived fashionably late (yeah, right, I was napping on my couch) and while walking in, I ran into Rachel's 20-year-old daughter Nola. I hadn't seen her for a while, so we took the opportunity to get reacquainted.
Now, Nola isn't the drop dead gorgeous woman you always read about in these stories. Frankly, when Rachel and I became friends, Nola was a 15-year-old wall flower and a bit homely. She has always had nice, curly blonde hair and an athletic body. She is an equestrian, so she has strong legs and a bit of an ample ass. She is, however, one of the nicest and self assured young women I have ever met. The intervening years have been kind to her and she has matured into a not bad looking woman. We spent the better part of the afternoon, (ok, the rest of the afternoon and that evening) catching up on what was going on in our respective lives. She hadn't been able to afford collage, like she had hoped, so she still lived with her father and worked at a local stable. She was fascinated with my part time job, so I invited her to go rafting with me the next weekend. She happily agreed.
We left early the following Saturday. She and I enjoyed a nice, but hurried, trip across the state to this weekends river. We stopped once or twice for coffee and "urgent calls of nature". She was fascinated with the Bavarian style town, where I normally stay during the weekends while rafting. I mentioned maybe we could come over sometime and play tourist. She agreed, so I jokingly set "a date."
We arrived at the crew shed, and I went to work. If you've ever been on a white water trip, you should know that we get set up for the trip at least two or three hours before meeting our clients. Nola pitched in, getting us coffee and rolls, sorting gear and loading the crew bus. We went up to the river and got set up. While waiting for the clients, I stretched out on my raft to catch a few winks, Nola lay on the opposite side of the tube and napped.
We got on the water after about a 45 minute wait. Nola was a member of her high school swim team, which was convenient, as she fell out during a particularly nasty stretch of the river. She surprised me a bit when I rescued her, she had a gleam in her eye and laughing. I used a typical rescue technique, pulling her out of the water and on top of me. We lay there for a moment, and I stared into her deep blue eyes. I noticed a glimmer I hadn't seen before and I frankly enjoyed the feel of her wet, wetsuit clad body over mine. My johnson stirred as we lay there for a few moments, then, giggling, she rolled off.
The entire trip was one of the most fun of the year. The weather was just a bit chilly, motivating the entire crew to paddle hard. Since Nola was there, I had a tendency to aim for the exciting and more challenging parts of the rapids. Other than Nola's swim, all the crew stayed in the boat. We all enjoyed the beauties of nature, had a great lunch, and ran the bottom of the river with gusto. I was feeling ballsy, so I even ran the largest hole in the river, which thrilled all of those watching (although, I was scared pretty much the whole shot, that hole is DANGEROUS and I almost bit it.). We arrived at the crew yard, alive, tired and happy. My clients had a great time, I suppose, as they were more than generous with their tips. (Which is important, guides are notoriously underpaid).
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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