Saturday! Even working from home, Saturday's were special; a time to eschew the structure of the workaday week. Greg had decided to make a weekend of it with Sara. After his run and Belzer's walk they loaded up the Navigator with provisions for an outing. On the roof rack he had secured a canoe.
Greg had told Sara to dress for the outdoors and she had not disappointed. She wore jean cutoff shorts and a white T-shirt. He could see she had gone braless, her nipples just barely visible through the thin cloth. Her flaming red hair had that chaotic wind swept look of absolute beauty. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
"Ok! Let's get this show on the road!" Greg exclaimed in high spirit. They all clambered in - Belzer seemingly the most excited.
Not far north was a national park and recreation area. Once there they wasted no time getting the canoe in the water and loaded up. Belzer had gone on canoe trips before so was accustomed. Sara hadn't ever been in a boat of any kind but had youthful enthusiasm for a new adventure.
It was busy around the recreation area with small watercraft and Sea-doos buzzing about. Greg quickly made strokes to get them away and into more secluded waters. Sara was inexperienced at paddling but with Greg guiding her and giving tips she soon got into the rhythm.
Greg watched idly the form of Sara, her back to him, as she paddled the canoe. Her thin arms made measured strokes, her shoulders flexing with the effort. Every once in a while she would ask uncertainly: "Am I doing OK?"
"You're doing fine Sara. You're a natural. Maybe you have some native blood in you." Greg flicked the paddle so as to splash her with water. "Big chief Greg dubs you 'Goddess of the waves.'" Sara giggled at Greg's impression of an Indian.
Before long they reached the mouth of a small river that emptied into the lake and began to make their way upstream. He cautioned Sara to watch out for rocks. In a few places they got out on shore and pulled the canoe through shallows or rapids.
They were sweating both from the exertion and cloudless day. Greg noticed how Sara's T-shirt clung to her, outlining her breasts. The sheen of perspiration caused her exposed skin to glisten in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the tree cover.
"I hope this is worth it!" Sara huffed as they struggled to get the canoe past a particularly rock-strewn rapid.
"I...promise." Greg gasped as they finally got the canoe over the last set of rapids. From here the river took a slow winding route. Trees grew to overhang the water so that it felt like a tunnel. As they came to a bend in the river they heard a faint roar. "Almost there."
As they rounded the bend they both gasped - not from exertion but for what they saw. Even though Greg knew what was coming it still took him by surprise.
Up ahead the river tumbled over a rock face that might have been 50 feet high into mass of boulders and roiling water. A riot of green life grew up around the calm pool downstream from the waterfall. Water lilies floated amongst lily pads. Willows hung over the banks, sheltering a grassy copse.
"It's.... beautiful!" Sara said softly.
"I found it quite a few years ago. I don't think anyone else knows about it. I always thought of it as my own special place where I could come to find peace. You are the only person I could think of sharing it with, now. I want it to be our place." Greg said as they edged the canoe up to the shore. "It can be our Elysian Grove."
Greg held the canoe steady as Sara and Belzer got out then got out himself pulling the canoe out of the water. He followed Sara and Belzer as they explored the idyllic glen.
"I've never seen anything like this." Sara said, wonderment in her voice as she gaze up at the waterfall. Greg took her hand and led her to the rock face where a grotto formed from the overhang. Stepping carefully, they walked along the rock ledge that led in behind the waterfall and peered out at a world seemingly in another universe. Sara had similar thoughts: "It's like we are peering through the looking glass."
Greg held Sara close to him, looking over her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. Sara hugged his arms to her as they gazed out at their own private world. The moment was not broken until Belzer, feeling left out, started howling his displeasure.
Brought back to reality, they busied themselves with setting up camp. They had planned to spend the night as Sara's mother was going to be 'working' for the entire weekend. Once that was complete they decided a swim would be refreshing. Greg stripped down to his shorts and dove in to the becalmed backwater pool. Sara followed in her shorts and T-shirt.
Greg watched as she gingerly stepped of the riverbank. Even with the heat of the day, the fast moving water had a chill to it. He was treading water, watching, as Sara cautiously made her way deeper. He could see goose bumps forming on her skin. Slowly... slowly, as she moved deeper, the water rose. It lapped against the fabric of her shorts, soaking the denim material through and through. As her T-shirt got wet it clung to her skin along her stomach, her chest. Finally she worked up the nerve and plunged under the water.
Moments later she burst to the surface with a gasp and a spray of water. Greg was transfixed by the vision of her lithe body. The white shirt was almost transparent, her breasts fully visible. The cool water caused her nipples to stand out as he had never seen before. Sara swam to Greg and into his arms. They kissed. Her lips were at once cool from the water but warm from within. Her hands clasped around his neck as Greg pulled her close to him, reveling in the sensation of her body against his. They kissed again.
Sara broke away from him saying "These shorts are heavy when they get all wet!" Without waiting for a response she dove under and after a manic swirling and wriggling of arms and legs, held the jean shorts up triumphantly. "A-Ha! Much better." She tossed them to the shore for Belzer to inspect and swam back into Greg's arms.
Greg was grateful for the coolness of the water, as the mere though of Sara in nothing but a T-shirt and panties, soaking wet was more than he could resist. In fact the water temperature wasn't enough to forestall his reaction. He could feel his erection growing as Sara brushed up against him. He pulled her close to him once again, his lips touching her earlobe he whispered, "I love you."
Sara held him tight, glorying in the moment. Her lips were cool on his shoulder. She whispered back: "I love you." Her legs parted and wrapped around his waist. Greg grasped her butt, cupping her cheeks with his hands. Her hair hung limp about her shoulders, straightened from being wet. They lingered in their kiss. Lips parting their tongues played with each other. Sara thought she was getting better at this. 'Practice makes perfect'. Her eyes closed in rapture. Greg's were open, drinking in the sight of this beautiful women-child.
He walked slowly towards the shore with Sara's lithe form wrapped around him. Once on shore he carried her to a blanket they had spread out on the grass. He collapsed to his knees - still holding her. He set her down before him. Gazing down at Sara, he was hypnotized. The T-shirt clung to her slight body, outlining the most delicate breasts, red nipples erect from the chill. The shirt rode up on her waist exposing the white panties almost as transparent. He could see perfectly the outline of her vaginal lips, her sparse pubic hair barely visible, hinted at her burgeoning adolescence. She lay back, knees bent slightly, propping herself up on her elbows. Without a word, without even a gesture Sara beckoned him to her. He realized for the first time truly what a 'Come hither' look meant.
Greg dropped to all fours in front of her. He knew this moment must not be hurried. It must be savored. He took one of her feet into his hand, the nails still painted red. He began kissing each one as if they were her fingertips. Slowly he worked his way up her legs, neglecting nothing, savoring every inch of her soft supple skin. He used his lips to trace over every curve of her: toes, ankles, calf, knees... Her legs seem to go on forever for someone so petite.
Greg trailed soft kisses up the insides of her thighs as Sara spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Her breathing became more rapid in excitement as she anticipated his touch. Soft moans escaped her lips as a whirlwind of emotion spun through her head.
Greg reached the top of her thighs, to the soaking wet panties the clung to her. He could feel her warmth burning through the chill of their swim, and a wetness that was from more than the water. He touched his lips to her panty-covered pussy as she moaned and shuddered at the sensation. But then he lifted himself from her as she mewled in disappointment at the loss of touch.
On all fours again, Greg crawled up her body, holding himself above her. Sara's eyes opened, gazing up at Greg - her man. He lowered himself toward her, not touching but almost. He once again brought his lips to hers. They kissed passionately, hungrily, greedily - almost devouring each other. Sara's hands grasped the back of his head, fingers clutching his hair, pulling him to her.
Frantically Greg began pulling her shirt up over her head, breaking their kiss as Sara fumbled to help him get her T-shirt off. And there she was. For this first time other than fleeting glances Sara lay before him in nothing but white panties. Her small breasts were standing high and proud on her chest. The nipples were firm and erect from arousal as well as the chill. Greg trailed kisses down her neck as Sara threw her head back in abandon, giving herself completely to him.
The first moment Greg's lips touched the swell of those delicious breasts he almost climaxed. He brought his lips to her aroused nipples, licking them, playing with them, sensing them with his tongue. He sucked one into his mouth, eliciting another series of moans from Sara. She had ever experienced anything like this. Their past flirtations had given her the tingles, made her warm, even wet but the feeling of his intimate touch now went so far beyond anything that they had done before. She cradled his head as if nursing a babe in her arms.
'Is this why people did this? Did it remind them of that mother-child experience? A person's first intimacy?' These thoughts and more swirled in her head as she allowed the sensations to wash over her, overwhelm her. Greg's soft lips and wet tongue on her nipple were the only senses she was aware of. Her world was reduced to that intense experience of Greg suckling on her young, virginal breast.
They both groaned unison as Greg pulled himself from her breast. He did so in an act of willpower so as to continue their passion. Sara merely despaired at the loss of intimacy. He continued trailing kisses down her body, over her stomach, playing his tongue in her belly button as Sara's entire body shook and shuddered with the force of hormones and emotion raging through her body.
Upon reaching those sodden panties once again, Greg began pulling them down her legs. Sara lifted her butt off the ground to assist him in his efforts. Sara was now completely naked before him. Greg knew he was seeing something that could never be replicated. No great artist, no old master, no photographic technology could ever reproduce the perfection of beauty that lay before him. She trembled and shivered at the raw wanton, power of her sexuality: of her desire.
Greg lay between her legs, allowing his mouth to at last touch her pussy with nothing between. The soft firmness of his lips met the soft firm lips of hers. He pattered her with soft kisses, inhaling the scent of her arousal, fresh, clean but with the intensity of animal desire. His tongue found her opening, wet and slick from her excitement. He began licking her with long, slow stoked that went entire length of her. At the top he found her clit, swollen with excitement but still one of a 12 year old. Never touched by a man she tingled as he licked and played with it, sucking it into his mouth as he had with her nipples.
Sara had never experienced anything like this. She had felt arousal down there but this was an intensity on a whole different level. She had read widely. She knew this must be oral sex. She had wondered if the descriptions were exaggerated. She panted, gulped air into her lungs to feed her heaving adrenaline charged body that gyrated wildly as Greg licked and suckled on her pussy in synch with the her rhythms. She could feel the intensity rising, then slackening only to build even higher as if she was on some roller coaster of arousal. Without conscious thought Sara wrapped her legs around Greg's head, squeezing him with the softness of her thighs. Her heels dug into his back, urging him on. Her hands grasped his head, pushing him deeper, deeper into her, mashing his face against her pussy. His face was wet, slick with her juices as he frantically tried to match the increasing tempo of her passion.
"MmmmmmGr-r-r-r-r-e-e-e-e-g-g-g-g!!!!" Her voice was a long, rasping moan as she felt herself reach the precipice of orgasm. Her entire body shuddered. Her legs shook with spasms of intensity as the climax rippled through her body. Her muscle seized as she clutched him to her, with her arms, with her legs then slowly relaxed in the afterglow. A long blissful sigh escaped her lips.
Greg crawled up to cradle her in his arms. Sara's eyes were almost closed as she basked in the enormity of her orgasm. They did not truly fall asleep but remained in each other's arms in some sort semi-conscious delirium. Both still breathing heavily as their heart and lungs attempted to catch up to their demands of their exertions. Greg watched through half-closed eyes of his own as Sara's chest heaved softly, rising and falling with each breath.
Greg was still erect and unsatisfied in the physical sense but not in any other way. That would come soon enough. He was satisfied in that he had made Sara happy.
After a time they began to stir. They caressed each other gently, idly. Sara had cuddled up to him, her cheek resting on his chest, her hand playing with his chest hair. Greg still had his shorts on but she could see he was still unsated.
"It doesn't seem fair. You give so much pleasure to me but you don't get anything out of it." Sara allowed her hand to drift down to his short, touching the outline of his penis lightly.
"Sara, you have no idea how much you have given me. That will come one day. For now you happiness is all I need." As he spoke he played with her breasts, allowing his fingertips to rub lightly over her nipples.
"Can I see it? I've seen things on the internet but never a in real life." Greg struggled to get out of his shorts with Sara helping. Sara gave a soft 'Oh' of surprise. She looked at him in fascination. She allowed her hand to touch it tentatively. She had no idea if he was unusual in size either way. It was hard to imagine anything like that fitting inside her.
"Careful!" Greg said, gasping at her touch.
"Does it hurt?" Sara had pulled her hand away at his reaction.
"No, not hurt. It's just with all this excitement I might cum. You know how you felt? All tingly and hypersensitive? That's how I feel. I just don't want to surprise you"
"You mean semen? I read about that. It sounds really weird." Sara said as she allowed her hand to touch his penis again.
"So that was oral sex? It was amazing. And... Greg?"
"Girls do that to guys too?" Sara seemed a little unnerved at the prospect of putting something like that in her mouth.
"They do. Well... some do. Don't ever feel like you have to do anything. There are all manner of things couples do. Some people like some things, other not. You will have to learn what you like."
"But it gives you the same feelings I had? I think I would like to do that for you."
"No hurry, honey, no hurry at all." Greg found he was getting perilously close to cumming as Sara stroked and played with his penis. "Sara, if you keep playing with me like that I will" Greg sucked in a breath at the sensation of Sara's hand on him. Greg put his hand on hers and guided her to make long, slow strokes along his shaft.
"Uhhhh!!!" Greg groaned as his cum squirted out and his cock spasmed in climax."
Sara let out a soft "Oh!!" in fascination as she watched a man ejaculate for the first time. She played with his cum idly in her fingers. "And women swallow it?"
Sara brought a finger to her lips and tasted his cum tentatively. They lay together for a while talking idly in that intimate, almost childlike, post-coital manner of lovers. For his part Belzer seemed a little nonplussed by the day's activities: No running, no retrieving a stick. Where's the fun in that?
Eventually they got up and went back into the river to rinse off the messiness of sex. Have sated one hunger they found they were ravenous with another. Greg quickly built a fire pit and got a decent blaze going as the lateness of the day cast ever longer shadows over the own private Eden.
Sara rustled through the cooler, getting the sausages, hamburgers and other dishes out for their meal. Greg had packed couple bottles of beer as well. Sara brought one to him at the fire. He popped it and took a satisfying swig. Sara tried a sip but made a sour face at the bitter taste.
"It's definitely an acquired taste. I put a couple wine coolers in - water and juice should be in there too." He said, gesturing top the cooler. Sara found that more to her liking. They cuddled together by the fire as the burgers and sausage cooked over the fire.
As sun set and the fire burned down to embers they got ready for bed. With out even discussing it, they joined the two sleeping bags to make one and curled up in the small tent. In the quiet of the wilderness they talked softly as they snuggled together,
"Greg? Can you tell me what it's like... I mean... you know... actually going all the way?"
"All the way? You mean further up the river?" Greg asked playfully, pretending to misunderstand.
Sara gave him a little poke with her elbow. "You know what I mean. You've been with other women. You've done all those things."
"I know what it's like from the man's perspective. I don't think that's what you're asking, is it?"
"No. I mean... I love you. I know I want you to be the one: No one else. But even so it's a little scary. They say the first time, it hurts."
"It does. And I'm sorry to say that all the romance stories and porn plotlines aren't true. Chances are you won't have an orgasm like today. It's like anything else. Over time you get better at it but the first time, not so much. Although I know women seem to cherish the moment - not for the physical pleasure but for the... symbolism, I guess. It marks the moment they feel like they have become a woman."
"On the other hand men are easy. As you saw today it doesn't much for them to... ummmm... close the deal." Greg concluded.
Sara pulled his arms tight around her as they spooned in the sleeping bag. "As long as it is you, I know everything will be good."
They drifted off to sleep like that, disturbed only when Belzer decided he should sleep inside the tent as well.
They woke early next day. Greg rekindled the fire from the still glowing coals as Sara prepared breakfast. Greg showed her how to brew coffee over an open fire and they enjoyed watching the wilderness come to life as the sun rose from the horizon.
They hiked around their hidden glen through the morning exploring the natural beauty. After a light lunch they started to pack up for the trek back. When they reached the first rapids Greg paused, holding the canoe at the precipice.
"How do feel about a little excitement?" He asked, gesturing to the rapids.
"I've done it before but I know this is new to you. The most important part for you is to look for rocks. Yell out 'Left' or "Right' meaning the rock is to our left or right and then push in the other direction. Does that sound like fun?"
Sara looked at the maelstrom ahead. "Fun, yeah, scary fun." She paused to consider. It would be an adventure. "Ya! Let's do it!"
Greg got Belzer out of the canoe so he would not destabilize them. He would follow along on the bank until they got to calmer waters. They pushed off and the canoe nosed towards the swirling rapids. It was like a ride at a water park with out the helpful attendants and the safety of something designed. This was the chaos of nature. Sara whirled her paddle from side to side trying to see every threatening rock and pushing off in the opposite direction while yelling out to Greg 'Left!' and 'Right!' as he maneuvered the stern so as to shoot through the navigable portions of the river.
When they reached the calm water once again they were breathing heavy, adrenaline flowing, and found they had forged a bond of two people united against nature's hazards. The managed to make it through all of the rapids and by the time they made it to the lake they worked together as if they could read each other's thoughts, reacting to each other instinctively.
The trip back to the dock went quietly. They dawdled as they realized both were reluctant for their sojourn to end. By the time they got all their gear loaded into the Navigator and back to Greg's house it was time for Sara to be leaving. He drove her home after unloading everything.
They lingered in the parking lot of her apartment building, exchanging soft kisses. It was an ending of a wondrous weekend but they knew there would be more.
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