The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Award-winning erotic adventure of a lifetime, with two good friends fulfilling one's bucket list item in the wilds of Arizona. White-water rafting the Colorado river is daring; when it's at an all-time high, it becomes a face-off with death, where an unlikely hero surfaces. Mixed with lots of sex, romance and a splash of humor, this romp is a thriller AND explains the author's pen name origin! You can view reader's comments over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Oral Sex Safe Sex
Late afternoon found us at a big bend in the river. The sun was already out of the Canyon; because of the great depth, the sun didn’t shine directly into the Canyon for that many hours. So, we paddled over to the shallows and got out, and then all of us dragged the raft up onto the beach area.
The guides told us we could either just sit back and relax, or, we could walk up the ravine a bit and there was a small warm spring, not a hot spring, but enough to warm us up from the cold Colorado.
The couple with the teenager and the other couple both headed to the warm spring. Rich and I was content with just stretching out and trying to relax our leg and arm muscles.
There were a few locked trunks here, and as Jake unlocked them and started to pull out what looked to be our tents, Katie stripped down to a small bathing suit and, much to our delight, began rubbing some cream on her arms and legs.
“Need any help with that?” asked Rich, expectantly.
Katie just smiled and continued, then walked over to us when she was done.
“Okay, stud,” she said, looking at Rich, “stand up and strip to your skivvies.”
Rich looked over to me like he’d just won Powerball. It took him all of three seconds, it seemed, to shed his clothes.
Katie took some of the cream and squirted it onto her hands and then began rubbing it into both of his arms.
“It’s BenGay Ultra. Without it, your muscles are going to scream at you tomorrow, and I need both of you in good shape for the Class fours we’re gonna run into.”
“Class four--four--fours?” I asked, trepidation apparent in my voice. When I’d been rafting previously, it was class two and a few three minus rapids, and those threes had been pretty wild.
“I’m hoping that all they’ll be is fours,” she said, now kneeling in front of Rich to apply the cream to his legs. “With the way the water has been running, they might have turned into fives. Hope not.”
As she was applying the pain-relieving topic to Rich’s calves, her face was right in front of his crotch.
“You might want to get that ... contusion ... checked out,” she said, looking up at Rich, and then at his obvious hard-on. She then got up and moved over to me.
“C’mon, you’re next.”
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