Ayaing the Columbia

"Whoooooo!" Carol yelled in delight.

Andy grinned and watched the large swell pick up the back of Carol's Prana, the long, narrow kayak quickly accelerating with the bow cutting into the water. He waited another moment, judging the next swell and then dug in, paddling hard and leaning forward as he felt the bow of his own Looksha beginning to dip, his stern quickly rising. He paddled as fast as he could until he caught the swell and stopped paddling, his boat leaping forward with bow waves being thrown up to either side as he chased after Carol.

He grinned while he watched the crest of the wave wash over Carol's cockpit, her speed dropping as her bow rose and stern fell into the following trough. He felt the wave he was riding wash past, his narrow kayak rolling slightly as his stern dipped back while he started digging in with his paddles to be sure to catch the next swell.

"This is beautiful!" Carol called out.

Andy nodded his agreement even though Carol couldn't see. The day had began on Tenasillahe Island, the skies overcast and gray. They had camped the night on the southern tip of the island close to the towering dredge sand dunes, the marine layer making it a chilly and cold breakfast. Once they had started paddling the marine layer had quickly burnt off, Cathlamet and the Puget Island bridge revealed in the distance to the east. The day had warmed, with glassy smooth water and clear blue skies giving way to a slight following breeze by the time they had paddled passed Skamokawa on the Washington side of the channel.

"Is that where we're going?" Carol called out, her kayak tilting precariously for a moment until she low braced to keep from rolling when she tried to turn around to look at him.

"Don't tip!" Andy laughed, "I'll make you practice your self rescues in this!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Carol yelled back with a laugh.

Andy's Looksha raced forward on a swell and he quickly overtook Carol before passing by.

"Yea, that's Miller Sands," Andy yelled, the breeze plucking at his ballcap.

After Skamokawa the breeze and swells had gradually increased until the Columbia danced with two foot swells and the occasional whitecap. Both Carol and Andy were experienced enough to enjoy the lively water conditions, the waves and swells as well as the outgoing tide pushing them rapidly along towards their next camp.

A wave picked up Carol's Prana, her narrow, long kayak squirting forward as she paddled to catch it. She gave another yell of delight as her boat raced away to draw even with Andy before passing him. Andy grinned and timed his burst of paddling to catch his own swell, his boat, just as long and narrow as Carol's easily catching it and leaping forward.

Both of their boats were similar, both with red decks and off white hulls, both long, narrow seventeen foot touring boats, but Carol's Prana with a rounded nose and bow and a skeg. Andy's Looksha had a sharper nose and raked bow as well as a rudder that he had raised at the moment to surf the swells.

The addition of a eighty watt solar panel stored in a drybag and tied to his back deck also made Andy's boat a little less weatherly, any wind likely to push is stern around, but the solar panels also indispensable for a two week kayak camping trip to keep their many small electronics devices and phones happy.

"Where do you want to camp at?" Carol said thirty minutes later as they coasted along the shore of the island, the waves not quite so lively as the crossing from Beacon Rock Island to Miller Sands.

"Usually I'll paddle around to the north western side," Andy replied, his paddle braced across the cockpit cowling while his boat bounced in the light wavers closer to the shore, "You can see Astoria and Tongue Point from that side and we'll have a front row seat of any of the passing cargo ships."

"Sounds good," Carol replied and began to paddle, the blades of her kayak dipping with metronome precision.

Andy watched for a moment, only Carol's torso visible above her spray skirt in her bright green life vest. He stared at her shoulder blades moving smoothly under her tanned skin, her arms in a practiced dance that angled the feathered blades of her paddle to enter the water without a splash. Andy began to paddle to catch up, still staring at Carol's back, the tank top she routinely wore while paddling giving the illusion that the only thing she was wearing was her life vest.

A white pelican glided by to Andy's right, his eyes following its flight against the wide expanse of the Columbia, bright blue sky and darker green of the evergreens that covered the Washington side of the river. He could make out an occasional house amongst all that green, lighter patches to show were the trees had been clearcut as well as seeing occasional glimpses of the road that paralleled the river.

The pelican banked, wings set in an effortless glide with its oversized head and beak pulled up tight to its body.

The beach on Miller Sands shelved quickly, a sharply angled expanse of smooth sand washed clean by the tide backed by a level bench covered in flotsam and jetsam that stretched the entire length of the island. Steep sand cliffs a dozen feet tall in places led up to a hummocked area of sand covered in beachgrass and bits of white pumice gleaming in the sun.

"Look at that!" Carol called out in delight while using her paddle to point towards the beach.

A giant pine had come to rest well up the beach, the bark long stripped clean to leave nothing but bleached wood behind. The near end of the tree was a huge root ball of tangled and twisted branches, all of them adorned with bits of seaweed, old netting, net floats still attached to bits of nylon line, clumps of grass and a myriad of other bits and pieces.

"Can we camp here?" Carol asked.

"Maybe another half mile," Andy replied, "We need to find a spot where we can get up to the top without too much trouble and then we can beach comb our way back to here if you like."

Carol stuck out her tongue, Andy laughing as she turned away and began paddling. He smiled to himself at even just a momentary glance at her long, oval face framed by her dark brown hair that at the moment was tied back in a pony tail stuck out the back of her ballcap. She was always self deprecating about her looks, always going on about how her chin was too square or her beak of a nose to long, but Andy thought she had a beautiful face with full lips, high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes with the tip of her nose just slightly upturned.

"This looks good," Carol called out a few minutes later and angled her boat in to shore.

The spot had a smooth expanse of sand close to the water and a bench covered in grass and driftwood above the high tide mark. Andy glanced up to note a scallop above the bench between the sand cliffs that would make it easier to climb to the top of the island.

"Sounds good to me," Andy called out and used his foot pedals to change his heading in towards the beach.

Carol loved to give him hell about using his rudder, but to him it was the same argument between using a clutch versus using an automatic. He knew how to drive a clutch, even preferred it when driving off road in the desert, but he wasn't going to snub using an automatic either. He had actually tried to drive a clutch in down town Seattle and heavy traffic... no thank you. If she wanted to use her paddle strokes and balance... and skeg to control her turns that was fine, he'd just keep right on using his rudder.

Carol's boat slid up onto the beach with a drawn out hiss as the bow cut into the sand, Andy's boat quickly following while Carol pulled her spray skirt off the cockpit cowling and hopped out.

"This is nice!" Carol said while taking off her life jacket and pushing her spray skirt down over her hips to reveal the tight spandex shorts that molded perfectly to her curves, "No trees for shade, but perfect for laying out in the sun!"

Andy's eyes followed Carol's butt for a moment, his teeth biting at his lower lip at the crease of her sex visible between her thigh gap before glancing up to see Carol staring back with an exasperated but not necessarily disapproving glare. And gave a shrug and a smile while pulling the tab on his own spray skirt to get it to release, his hands bracing on the cockpit cowling while he lifted himself out.

"There's trees on the opposite side of the island, or we can use one of the blankets to set up a sunscreen," Andy said and watched Carol walk over and straddle the bow of her boat with a bare foot to either side, "I've only been over there once, and there were tons of pelicans and seagulls, even eagles if you wanted to check it out later."

Carol grunted and pulled, bent double at the waist with her hands holding her Prana's bow handle. The position tented out her tank top, her unrestrained C cup breasts swaying within the tin fabric while Andy watched. Carol gave a grunt, the kayak sliding up another foot before she repositioned her feet before gave another grunt and pull. With the boats loaded with camping gear and supplies for their two week adventure they weighed a bit more than usual, Andy pulling his eyes away from Carol and walking to the front of his own boat to take up the same position to begin pulling his Looksha up the beach.

"We'll see," Carol said and gave another grunt, her boat slipping a foot up the sand, "We're here for two nights?"

"Up to you," Andy replied while he managed to pull his boat backwards three or four feet up the beach before stumbling backwards and onto his butt, "It's only another seven or eight miles to Astoria, we can call Matt and have him pick us up whenever if you wanted to stay three nights."

"After camping two weeks, I think two more nights will be plenty!" Carol said with a laugh.

She stopped and stood up, hands on her hips while she panted and watched Andy pull his boat another four feet up the steep beach.

"Chivalry is dead," Carol said while shaking her head, "Aren't you supposed to get my boat up above the tideline first?"

"Yea?" Andy asked, standing up and stretching so that his back popped audibly, "What's in it for me?"

"How about a nice view?" Carol asked and reached down to grab the edge of her tank top and use both hands to pull it over her head.

Andy grinned, his eyes taking in Carol's full C cup breasts, her areola's a dark brown that covered nearly a third of each of her breast and her nipples as thick as his thumb when hard.

"Take the back, I'll stay here at the front and you can ogle the girls all you want," Carol said and even arched her back to press her breasts towards Andy.

"I find your demands... acceptable," Andy said and hurried over to the back of Carol's Prana.

With both of them working together they quickly moved both boats well above high tide line even with Andy's divided attention, Carol not bothering to don her shirt even when a ten story blue and white oceangoing car carrier with DNK emblazoned on its side sailed past and gave a cheerful blast of its horn.

"Someone's impressed," Andy said with a grin, his eyes never leaving Carol's bouncing and swaying breasts as she opened the bow and stern hatches of her boat and began to pull out camping gear.

"I've... noticed," Carol shot back with a grin of her own, her eyes lingering on the front of Andy's athletic shorts he wore for paddling, "Get up to the top of the cliff and I'll start tossing gear up!"

Andy scrambled up to slope of loose sand and occasional chunk of pumice to the top of the island. The area consisted of several acres of fairly flat sand covered in sparse beach grass with occasional hilly hummocks where loads of dredge material from the shipping channels had been dumped. What the island lacked was even a hint of another person.

"Catch!" Carol called out, Andy turning back just in time to snag the hard ball of a sleeping back inside a compression sack out of the air.

The next fifteen minutes were spent with Carol tossing up both of their sleeping bags, thermarests, wool blankets, their shared tent and stuff sacks for their clothing and personal gear. After only a few minutes Andy took his own shirt off, the stiff breeze and warm sun feeling good against his sweaty skin, his eyes always returning to Carol's bouncing and swaying breasts as she tossed up the gear.

One of the things that Andy so loved about Carol was her lack of body modesty, the way she seemed to delight in simply undressing in full view of him, of being casually naked during her morning routine of brushing her teeth and hair next to him in the bathroom. And doing it in a casual and natural way that was somehow more arousing than if she had been blatant about her nudity. Their two week camping trip while paddling down the Columbia from Beacon Rock State Park in Washinton had allowed her that casual nudity, the fact that they had camped every night on what was essentially their very own private island allowing her that freedom.

Andy watched unabashed as Carol scrambled up the loose sand to the top of the island until she was standing beside him.

"You going to help set up the tent or just stand there with your tongue hanging out?" Carol asked sarcastically and gave him a light punch in the arm.

"I'm perfectly happy just standing here," Andy shot back, "I mean, have you seen the view?"

Carol rolled her eyes and punched him again and then gave a squeal when he grabbed her and spun her around, his arms encircling her while his hands cupped her breasts. He leaned down to kiss the nap of her neck and then up her jaw line before pulling back and gazing out over the Columbia River estuary.

"I mean it, have you really stopped and looked at the view?" Andy whispered softly in Carol's ear, his hands simply cupping and holding her breasts with her hard nipples pressed into the palms of his hands.

Andy and Carol stood looking west, the sandy beaches of Rice Island only a half mile away, but the Columbia stretching from Tongue Point and Astoria to the south west five miles north to Portuguese Point and Grays bay. Andy could even make out the Megler Bridge eight miles away, a four mile long bridge that ran from Astoria to Washington, as well as the Clatsop Spit barely visible in the haze where the Columbia emptied into the Pacific ocean almost twenty miles away.

Carol was quiet as she took in the view, her head pressed back against Andy's shoulder for almost a minute.

"Wait until sunset," Andy whispered and nibbled Carol's earlobe.

"It is pretty," Carol said softly, her head tilting to the side to allow Andy's attention to her ear and neck, "But it's not going to set up our tent."

"It's not even two yet," Andy purred and kissed Carol's neck lightly while squeezing her breasts slowly and firmly, "What's the rush?"

Carol didn't say anything while pressing back into Andy's embrace while he used his fingers to capture and squeeze her large nipples between his knuckles. Carol gave a soft moan, her body raising up on her tiptoes while she reached behind to cup the back of Andy's head.

"There's sand burs," Carol moaned softly.

"There's the wool blankets," Andy replied, "And the sun... and the beautiful sky... and the breeze..."

With each pause Andy kissed Carol's neck, his breath tickling over the line of her jaw when he whispered to her softly. Carol turned in Andy's arms until she was facing him, raising up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips while pulling his head down towards her.

"If I get a sandbur up the crack of my ass!" Carol said repressively while grinning up at him.

"I promise to pull it out and give your cute little ass a kiss to make it all better," Andy replied and stepped back to reach down and grab one if the gray wool blankets piled in amongst their gear.

Andy grinned at the sight of Carol slipping her spandex shorts off, her hips giving a little wiggle as she pressed the tight cloth down over her butt and then unrolled the blanket with a snap to get it to lay flat. He glanced up at Carol's bared sex while he tugged at a corner of the blanket to pull out a wrinkle, her normally smooth mound and trim, neat landing strip above her crease a bit rougher after two weeks of camping, but Andy finding the light brown down covering her beautiful and intoxicating. As soon as he had the blanket smoothed out Carol quickly got to her hands and knees and then rolled over onto her back, her legs spreading open while she reached down to run her fingers through her wet folds.

"Would you..." Carol asked hesitantly.

"What?" Andy asked while he hopped on one leg to yank his shorts off.

"You don't... you don't have to after paddling all morning... but..." Carol continued breathlessly and bit her lower lip.

Andy glanced down to see Carol holding herself open, her large, fleshy inner lips moist and her vulva gaping open. But what drew his eye was her clit. He had been amazed at the size of her clit the first time he had seen it, the smooth pink button the size of his index finger, her hood almost as long as his finger up to his first knuckle. And he had been delighted to find how sensitive she was, how she loved to have her hood caressed and clit sucked, how vocal she became and just how much she squirmed beneath him while he pleasured her.

Andy smiled and without a word got down on his stomach, his hard dick pressed beneath him. He moved up until his face was inches from Carol's pussy, her aroma strong and pungent after their twenty mile paddle from Tenasillahe Is to Miller Sands, his mouth watering in anticipation. Without any hesitation Andy leaned down to use the flat of his tongue to lap at Carol's open vulva, her milky nectar already flowing as she gasped and her back arched up off the blanket. Her flavor was just as strong and pungent as her aroma, an ambrosia Andy would never tire of as he used his fingertips to stretch her open even more and slipped his tongue inside of her to lick the inside of her sheath.

"God... Andy..." Carol moaned, her fingers running through his short cropped black hair, her fingernails grazing over his scalp.

The peach fuzz of her unshaved hair prickled at his cheeks while he licked inside of her and then pulled back, his face glazed in Carol's juice to admire her clit. He reached up to use his fingertips to stroke up and down her hood, her giant clit poking out for him to lean down to flick lightly with his tongue each time he pulled her hood back. Carol's hips began to rock in time with his fingertips playing with her hood, Andy taking that moment to use his other hand to slip two fingers deep inside of her to massage the roof of her sheath and her G spot.

"Oh, god... Andy!" Carol moaned more forcefully, her hips picking up speed.

Andy smiled while he gazed up Carol's body, over her flat, toned and tanned stomach covered in a sheen of sweat, past the swell of her breasts capped with her large, dark areola and huge nipples, to her face upturned to the sun, her eyes closed tightly while she worked her lower lip in her teeth. Andy leaned down and pressed his lips against Carol's clit and blew out with a constant 'Wwww' sound, Carol's hips thrusting up against him while her hands pressed his head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Carol cried out, her hips suddenly giving several sharp jerks, her sheath squeezing around Andy's fingers still pressed inside of her and massaging her G spot.

There was a gush of milky liquid, Andy pausing only long enough to lap at her sharp, musky nectar before returning his attentions to her clit while she moaned in delight.

"God... Andy... I need you..." Carol moaned softly and began to pull at Andy's head to lead him up to her waiting mouth, "I want you inside of me..."

Andy gave a final, slow lick over Carol's vulva and clit before letting himself be guided upward. He barely had a moment to kiss a nipple in passing before Carol pulled his face down, her tongue gliding inside of his mouth the moment they kissed. Even while kissing Carol reached down between then to take his dick in her hand and guide him, his glans pressing against her warmth and wetness before slipping inside of her. Carol moaned with her tongue inside of Andy's mouth, her back arching up to force his length deeper inside of her. Andy reached up to stroke her hair without moving, savoring her wet heat wrapped around his dick while she rocked her hips to move him inside of her. Andy gasped at the feel of Carol's fingernails digging into the skin of his sides, her hands pulling him, demanding that he thrust into her while her hips thrust with his dick inside of her.