"Need a push? Bikes don't have a reverse."
Maneuvering the bike backwards on the slick grass to get over a rut had become a bit challenging, but my first reaction was to say "No need, thanks."
Something that may have not been heard over the motor, though when seeing who came into view going around the fairing, another explanation offered itself. Erica is the sort of person who tends to do what she wants, and seeing her ready to help was certainly not a problem. Though late in summer, this was the first time meeting her this season.
Putting her hands above the headlight, she made easy work of the job. I enjoyed seeing her dressed in her normal fashion. A green tank tops, braless, small pointed tits with perky nipples poking against fabric, shorts, and flat leather sandals. From past experience not wearing panties, though with a somewhat new piercing, that was not certain. Intimate jewelry is a subject of almost total ignorance to me.
Her ring being the only new thing heard about her this season. She had displayed it back in the spring, and even days later, a couple of regulars were still mentioning how she showed off an intimate piece of jewelry to everyone around. One woman was amused but not quite approving, while a man mentioned it straightforwardly enough, saying it was not a surprise with her. I decided not being too curious was the best response, asking nothing about it when the subject came up.
Putting the kickstand down then getting off, she stood a bit to the side as I opened the case, took out my things, put the gloves inside, then looked at her after locking the case and putting the keys in my pocket. She asked if I was planning to hang out, replying that I had no plans at all except to enjoy the lake.
The parking lot was fairly empty for this late in the day, though that did not mean much. Experience has taught there is never really any pattern to how many people were around compared to the number of cars, apart from hot sunny Saturdays and Sundays always being more crowded by afternoon.
She said to follow her then, ending up in an area I haven't been to for years, after a storm caused a lot of tree damage. As a result, this area became only accessible by water according to those who had swum over. Unsurprisingly, she knew a path, accessing an area even more private now than in the past. Putting down the blanket, she asked if she could put her towel on it. Replying of course, she pitched the towel near a corner, then took off her top, revealing familiar and enticingly attractive small breasts.
Better, when her arms went up, I could definitely see she still had unshaved armpits. She is one of the very few women who does not really shave any of her hair, something true for over two decades knowing her, another reason I so enjoy hanging out nude in her company. I was hoping, piercing or not, she still had her nice bush. Dark haired, not too large, emphasizing the way her labia spread. In honesty, though I do like leg hair, when too thick and black, it is unattractive. Erica was just on the right side of this divide, while my bi friend Joan was just on the other side the very few times seeing her after not shaving for a month or two.
Sitting on the blanket to take off my boots, Erica took off her shorts, standing on the blanket facing me. The revealed bush as lovely as ever, yet though my head was at the height of her lovely scented crotch, no piercing was visible.
Sitting down next to me after I finished undressing, she asked if I got stoned. Saying yes, she said that was a trick question, as she already knew that. As that point, she took out a tobacco pouch from her shorts, with a stone carved bowl inside. The mechanics of filling the bowl and doing a hit were familiar to both of us, but as she filled the bowl with a second hit for her, she suggested a way to save on weed.
"Just breathe in as I breathe out, it is almost like a double hit." The exchange went as smoothly as pushing the motorcycle had, and after breathing out, she handed me the refilled bowl. Though not very concerned, I did mention that smoking during this intense drought was not ideal. She responded no worries, this area was kept well watered, plus she knew where the two buckets used for that watering were.
Only a perfectionist would say that the buckets should have been filled first, and by now, two hits were starting to have an effect. Quite a large one, apart from the thrill of sharing contact with her, explaining the taste noticed with the first hit. Some weed is said to have a hash taste, but that is not particularly true. On the other hand, mixing hash and weed can lead to a certain understated hash flavor, the effects confirming that weed is not the only thing being smoked.
Breathing out, she closed her eyes to inhale, letting our lips meet for another flawless transfer of the smoke. Not quite kissing, but by the next hit, we would be. I remarked that she seemed to have a nice blend, making conserving it a good idea. As she did the next hit, she just smiled, then leaned over, our lips pressing, her tongue moving against mine while I inhaled, a nice introduction. Plus it removed any doubts that Erica did not share Joan's tastes in this regard.
Getting stoned with an unshaved naked woman in a natural setting remains a great pleasure, especially when sex appeared a possibility. Conditions were ideal, this area years ago having been the preferred spot of a couple with a reputation for having public sex. I had never actually seen them fucking, but Joan and I had watched them playing together standing in the water one day while floating on a raft, after sharing a joint.
They were playing with each other, and after noticing us, we continued to watch. Turning my head to look at Joan, she was obviously stoned and getting very turned on. As was I, cock hard in the cool water, but she moved a bit, her hand going down between her legs. The couple did not mind being watched, turning and kissing hard, his cock being pumped in plain view, a hand fondling one of her smallish breasts. Joan's thigh drifted under my body and along my cock. I murmured that they were really enjoying themselves, with her just moaning softly in response. That being the only time seeing a couple engaged in erotic activity with a woman next to me, though it did not lead to orgasm for either of us.
Handing me the pipe again, mentioning that she already knew about my taste for weed, Joan having told her years ago. The same way that Joan explained the sharing hits trick, though Erica laughed, saying she did not need to be told that. "Not that I minded sharing with Joan" she added with a grin. Doing the hit, thinking about how stoned only a couple of hits were making me, including how my cock was stirring, Erica said that Joan was one of the gentlest kissers she had ever met.
An observation making me nod my head in agreement before we leaned together to kiss. Our tongues teased a bit before exhaling, her hand stroking the side of my head, leading me to do the same with her. Neither of us was drawing the other closer, we were simply caressing until she drew back to exhale.
Dropping her hand, she asked if I was used to smoking hashish. A fair question, considering not only how the smoke can be considerably harsher, but also the need to 'toast' it, in the sense of first letting it burn a bit with an open flame before doing the real hit. Answering yes, she said to watch her anyways, making me smile and say that was something impossible to resist.
She broke off a smallish chunk of brown powdery style hashish, rolling it between her thumb and a couple of fingers, warming and making it a smooth ball. In the pipe, she did indeed do an initial burn, then inhaled as the hash glowed. This time leaning together, her lips pressed mine firmly, her tongue snaking into my mouth in glorious style. We did not break our deepening kiss, breathing out through my nostrils in a controlled fashion, letting her be in charge, enjoying how she was exploring the possibilities offered by a willing partner. It occurred to me that this was likely how she had kissed Joan, who always appreciated being on the receiving end of a good french kiss.
After a stretched interval of bliss, we separated. Taking the now warm and wettened pipe, making sure the chunk was not too big before using the lighter. Leaning over to kiss her, my tongue slid between her lips, this time taking charge from the start. Not too forcefully, thinking she was as likely to appreciate being french kissed this way as I had been.
Taking her head gently in my hands, tilting it upwards, I began to kiss her neck. She sighed, creating a stream of hash smoke. It had been months since last getting stoned this way, with the effects increasingly starting to take hold. With her too, as she said Joan had told her I was quite skilled.
Causing me to say Joan had never mentioned her, though noting she was exceedingly discrete when it came to women. Except Helen, I added, Joan's now long time female lover. My cock was not really hard, but it taking charge of my half of the conversation, especially when looking at Erica's pert tanned breasts, similar to Helen's. Something I remarked on, saying that Joan was obviously attracted to sexy petit tits.
