Chapter 8

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.”

I put my hand out with a small smile. She laughed softly and handed me the cream, heading back to help Jake who was busy working on erecting other tents.

The evening was relatively quiet and relaxed. Both Jake and Katie gave us some history lessons about the Canyon. The anecdotal way in which they were presented kept smiles on our faces.

Dinner was surf and turf; filet mignon and fresh trout from the river, both of which had been packed in ice for the trip. All nine of us ate well, the campfire both kept us warm and provided the perfect cooking venue for dinner.

The young couple retired first, followed quickly by the couple with the daughter, with the married couple getting a normal-sized tent and the daughter getting somewhat of a pup tent stationed close to theirs. Jake begged off next, heading directly to his tent.

As much as I wanted to stay and watch the stars a bit, I knew I should get to bed, as tomorrow sounded like it might be a trip to Hell and I wanted to be ready.

Katie too bid us good night and left for her tent. Rich said that he was gonna stay up a bit and just soak in the atmosphere for a while.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard a slight scratching sound at the back of my tent. My first thoughts were coyote, mountain lion, elk, turkey buzzard, big horn sheep, mule deer, raccoons, lizards, rattlesnakes, or T-rex. Yes, I was a little bit paranoid.

“Pssst. Open up, will you?” It was Katie, and she was whispering.

I quickly reached up and unlocked the zipper and pulled it down, allowing her to stealthily enter, still clad in her sweats.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking that perhaps there indeed was trouble and she was alerting each of us.

She gave a slight smirk and pulled her top up and over her head, bringing two perfectly shaped breasts into my view.

Jackpot! I thought and held out my arms. She moved in close, crushing her mouth against mine. I could tell from her aggressiveness that this was going to be a fuck, pure and simple, not lovemaking.

As I started to reach for her bottoms, we heard someone walking by, the telltale signs being a few small stones skittering. We broke our kiss and both listened intently.