Rocking My Canoe! by Rachel Taylor What a gorgeous day! Indian Summer was at its peak. Most of the cottagers had gone back to work, our kids were in school and we were having a grand time paddling through the lake system not too far from home. We had set out around nine that late-September morning, me in the front of the rented canoe, my husband Brian commanding ship from the stern. Our good friends, Tom and Amanda were paddling along beside us in their own fiberglass 16-footer. We had just gone past the point of land where the last cottages were, when our lunch destination came into view about a mile and half down the lake -- a small island near the far shore. Mandy announced that she wasn't about to waste the last chance to touch up her tan. She laid her paddle across the gunwales and whipped off her sweatshirt. Our canoe slowed at the same time as my husband paused to admire her naked breasts. They were impressive -- smaller than mine but well preserved for a lady in her mid-thirties. Tom didn't seem to mind his wife's display other than to complain he wasn't getting much of a view. I looked back questioningly at Brian and when I saw a smile on his face I decided to go for it. I had unzipped my jacket in the warm weather so I shrugged it off my shoulders and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I felt like a tease so I left my bra on and picked up my paddle to resume our trip when I felt a splash from behind me. "Come on, Rachel. Off with it!" my husband jeered. I unhooked the strap and dropped the bra on top of my shirt and jacket. I'm a well-endowed blonde and soon heard enthusiastic comments from the nearby canoe (to be honest, the blonde hair is not real but the endowment is all mine). The warm fall air felt wonderful on my skin as we continued to paddle along. The air and my thoughts were combining to produce a nice tingling in my nipples which became more erect as our journey progressed. I've always fantasized about exhibitionism and my pussy began to react as I wondered about other erections I might be causing. I was quite wet and horny by the time we got to downwind side of the island. Nevertheless, I put my T-shirt back on and helped unpack the picnic lunch and lay out the blankets. It occurred to me later that the thin material of the T-shit tightly stretched across my chest likely got to the men as much or more than my earlier nudity. Lunch tasted as good as you might imagine. There's nothing like eating outdoors with a healthy appetite. The wine we brought along was still nicely chilled. I was thirsty from the morning's long paddle and no doubt drank more than I should. That explained my lack of reserve when Mandy suggested nude sunbathing while we digested lunch. No one objected and we peeled out of our clothing once again. The men were eyeing both of us without much pretense, and I'll confess to sneaking a glance at Tom as he stepped out of his underwear. His body type was much the same as Brian's but he was displaying the early stages of an erection. I was just beginning to satisfy my curiosity when he quickly lay face down beside his wife. This was the only man, other than my husband, that I had seen naked since my college days. The image of his half-hard cock stayed with me as I lay face down and felt the sun and the slight breeze wash over my entire body. I find the sun's heat very relaxing. Despite the thoughts of sex running through my mind, the wine exerted it's influence and I felt myself drift into slumber. The last sound I can remember was the splash of waves among the rocky shoreline of the island. I'm not sure how much time passed before I began to awaken. Before opening my eyes, I became aware of what had disturbed me. A warm lotion was being applied to my back and shoulders. How sweet, I thought -- Brian had the sense to bring the sun screen. I decided to pretend to remain asleep as I enjoyed the sensation of this back rub. Brian was behind me so I took a chance and peeked over to where Mandy and Tom had been but they were no longer there. I did hear the sounds of a couple splashing in the water and decided they must have felt the need to cool down. Brian's hands continued to apply lotion down my back. I felt a cool squirt of lotion across my thighs and buttocks. I smiled inwardly to think what liberties my husband might take with what he thought was a still sleeping wife. Sure enough, I soon felt his hands linger longer than necessary on my buns. I felt his fingers begin to caress the crack of my ass and then the realization hit me! I almost turned around immediately to check if this was Brian behind me, but some compulsion (the devil perhaps) kept me in check and I did not move. I lay still, listening keenly to see if I could determine which man was in the water and which had been left beside me. While Mandy's laughter could be clearly heard I could not make out the lower register voice. My heart began to race and I had to struggle to control my breathing. The warm hands continued their exploring, fingertips brushing dangerously close to my asshole, hands dwelling on the inside of my thighs. I thought back to my hard nipples and wet pussy of the morning. I thought back to my brief glimpse of cock, not so long ago. If this was Brian, I could relax and enjoy this. If it was Tom? -- well, I decided not to find out. Perhaps a guilty pleasure would be every bit as welcome. I stirred briefly as though still heavily asleep, but moved my legs a bit, drawing one knee up slightly. The hands retreated for a couple of minutes but when they returned had freer access to my charms. Sure enough it was not long before strokes on my inner thigh worked higher and higher until I felt fingers glancing against my pussy at the top of each stroke. The touch was tantalizingly light and I longed for the fingers to become more aggressive. It was torture! My mystery man was taking care not to wake me, which increased my suspicion that perhaps my husband was off enjoying a swim. Torture like this has its consequences however, and I was soon sure his fingers were becoming slick with something other than sun screen. My tormentor must have realized there were two enjoying this as I heard his breathing quicken and then felt his touch become bolder. He moved closer to me, allowing his hand free access between my legs. I felt his cock brush against my bare leg. There was no doubt about his excitement -- but was that the same familiar size I have felt so many times before? His hands concentrated only on my cunt now. His fingers separated my lips and spread my wetness up and down my slit. The tip of his middle finger probed forward as far as possible and found the base of my clit. He began to move his finger back and forth, the pressure and the rhythm close to perfect. His body began to move with the rhythm of his hand and I felt his hard prick slide back and forth on my outer thigh. I wanted to reach back and encircle his cock with a tight grasp -- to advance his lust to the same level as mine. The dance of his fingers accelerated and I could not maintain the pretense of sleep any further. A low moan escaped my lips as I spread my legs further apart. I moved back slightly allowing him complete access to my clit and he made full contact with that incredible finger. I reached the point of no return and began an amazingly intense climax, an orgasm that began in my toes and coursed through my body in wave after wave. I felt myself peak and then peak again. Unbelievable spasms wracked through my vagina. Finally I could take no more and closed my thighs together to imprison that depraved hand. I had to know. I rolled over and gazed into my tormentor's eyes. What a wicked smile was upon that face. He pointed down to the water where I could now clearly make out both the features and the activities of the couple in the water. It seems they would not object and perhaps not even notice what remained to be done on shore. I pushed him back, slid down his body and grabbed the base of his now fully erect cock in one hand, leaving two handfuls still uncovered. "Tell me what works for you," I said, as I brought him towards my eager mouth . . .