I saw her coming up the path and she looked pissed. I was laying on top of my sleeping pad, watching the morning sun peek over the cliffs along the Green River. I was on a river raft and kayak trip with my girlfriend Kate on a group trip, but this was not Kate, it was Lilli, her best friend from college. Kate and I signed on for a whitewater river trip and we were on our third day in. She invited Lilli, who Kate said was "between boyfriends" to join the 10 person group, and she met us at the Salt Lake airport and the three of us drove to the outfitter's headquarters near the river. Day by day, we could mix and match rafting and kayaking, and Kate decided to stay with the rafters as she had never kayaked white water before. She suggested that Lilli do the kayak with me, so she and I took a tandem kayak downriver. Plan was the two of us would do the whitewater run and stop to camp overnight at one of the designated spots. The rafters would come down and join us mid-morning the next day. The outfitters had this pretty wired and had set up a camp site downriver for us, with a cooler for drinks and dinner, tent, firewood etc. I had given Lilli the tent of course and I set up a ground pad and sleeping bag to sleep under the stars.
OK, some background. Name is Jon, I'm 44, six foot one and in good shape from running and martial arts. I consider myself reasonably attractive, thin and muscular but not buff. I divorced four years ago, fairly amicably, and no kids. I have a management consulting business that pays well and gives me flexibility to do trips like this. Kate and I have been together for a year or so, and she has an adventurous spirit like mine, but not as much in bed as I'd like. We don't live together but see each other a few times each week. She is 36, five-five, curvy with C-cup boobs and large pink nipples. She will go most places I'd like but does have some no-no's. No anal, not even a finger. Unlike most women these days, she keeps a full bush, which has some little hints of ginger like her long, wavy hair. I kidded her as we rafted the first day, about some curlies peeking out of the side of her bikini bottom. She went topless at a beach in Spain on our last vacation, but kept the bottoms on. I, on the other hand, went full commando and wish this was the norm in the states. Europe is so much more relaxed!
So, back to the beginning. Lilli and I had kayaked for about four miles, with three great rapids to power through. We kept the 2 person tandem kayak on course, with a few near misses in the most intense rapids. Of course, we were soaked, and when Lilli turned back to fist bump after the first set of rapids, I of course noticed that she didn't have a bikini top under her drenched t-shirt, and a set of lovely nipples to behold. She was very nonchalant, and I did my best to stay cool. Oh, and when we were getting ready to launch the kayak earlier that day, Lilli winked at Kate and said, "Don't worry, I won't let him lay a hand on me."
Kate nodded and said, "It's a deal."
Lilli is 37, five seven, dark blond and a friendly open face with a beautiful and sometimes mischievous smile. I mentioned the wet t-shirt, and Lilli has cup-cake sized boobs that don't seem to sag at all. Unlike Kate, I noticed no pubes peeking out from her bikini bottom. She and Kate have been besties since freshman year of college. Lilli is the wilder of the two, and Kate says she often had to hold her friend back from doing really stupid stuff in college. She's toned it down a bit according to Kate. Lilli is in marketing and is a combination of whip smart and flirtatious which I know can go a long way for success. She and Kate live in separate cities and get together with high school friends once a year or so but talk and text all the time.
So, back to the beginning again. After Lilli and I spotted the camp site the outfitters had set up, we dragged the kayak ashore and settled in for the evening. I made a fire in the fire pit, and we grilled some salmon and had a salad, washed down by a nice white wine. The outfitters were first class! I'd smuggled a joint in my waterproof bag, and we shared a smoke after dinner and watched the stars emerge as the sky darkened after dusk. We had pleasant conversation, marveled at the beautiful scenery we'd seen along the river, including a mule deer drinking on the bank and a bald eagle circling then landing in a treetop. Pretty mellow, friendly evening, and we were both quite tired from the rafting and kayaking, so we turned in pretty early. A quick hug and pat on the back to say goodnight, but I swear I could feel erect nipples under her shirt as we hugged. Have to admit, I thought about her pert breasts as I nodded off. The evening sky was magnificent, and I saw a few shooting stars and satellites among the thousands of stars.
