Day Two

Day Two

The alarm was harsh and woke me from a dead sleep. The clock said it was 0645. I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs as I cranked my body over the edge of the bed enough to make sure I would not fall asleep again. The plan for today did not leave a lot of time for rest. I hoped we could get a sauna before dinner. I levered myself out of bed and looked around. The cabin usually slept a group of six, but I had it all to myself for the week. The other advantage of the cabin was a small dock that led out to about six feet of water. I shook my head again and stood up, peeled myself out of yesterday’s clothes, and tossed them over the beam to air out while I grabbed my towel and walked along the dock. I looked over the edge, and it looked like the lake had dropped a bit. I took the ladder down and was soon stroking my way across the small bay. The water was refreshing, and by the time I had finished my outbound swim, I was wide awake. Across the bay, people were emerging from the other cabins. I smiled to myself and swam back to my dock, where I pulled myself out and dried off. Ten minutes later, I was in the field that served as our kitchen for the next week. Our oven was the bottom half of an oil drum, a grill over the top, and a small pile of wood. I was the first one there, but Andre was close behind me.

“You’re not going to light that?” he asked, pointing at the fire pit.

“Me? I don’t even have any matches,” I said with a laugh.

Part of the game was to have the team light the fires, then prep the meals: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. While I waited for my team to join me, I picked up the ax and tested the edge. It was a tad dull, so I pulled out my file and started putting an edge on it.

“You carry a file?” Andre asked from his fire pit.

“You don’t?”

“Actually, no, I don’t. Not a bad idea. That time in the swamp did you some good.”

“Don’t remind me. I also did a lot of reading this winter. There’s this SAS book that had a lot of good information in it.”

“I would like to see it.”

“Remind me to write down the title for you. I left it at home.”

“Left what at home?” Lauren asked as she entered the area.

“A book from the SAS about survival.”

“I would like to see that too.”

“Good thing I have lots of paper.”

Both of them laughed as others started arriving. My team quickly gathered, and we introduced ourselves. I had Roger, from BC, Joanne, Dan, and Donnie from Toronto, François from Quebec, Suzanne, who turned out to be the poor girl with the broken paddle, from Michigan, Eric, and Jackson from Pickering, Cassie from Uxbridge, and Tay from Ottawa. A very robust group. François’s English was a bit rusty, but Tay spoke both English and French and helped out with the translations.

“Welcome to the first day of training. Who wants to get the fire going?”

François and Tay took the ax from me and started prepping the fire while Joanne and Eric pulled out the breakfast, and everyone pitched in to follow the directions. Shortly our fire was going, and we were busy making breakfast.

“Can I...” Suzanne asked quietly.

We moved away from the group a bit, Suzanne had her back to them.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said.

“What about yesterday?”

“The wet t-shirt.”

“Oh, that,” I said, hopefully with an air of nonchalance. “It happens. Nothing to worry about.”

“I got the feeling you enjoyed the show.”

“Well, I won’t deny you have a lovely chest.”

She blushed at my comment and bit her lower lip.

“Thanks. Maybe we can repeat it later?”

“We should get back.”

She nodded and returned to breakfast. I was a moment behind her. Lauren caught my eye and winked at me, Andre was busy with his team. In short order, our breakfast was ready, and we quickly devoured it as Rick joined us.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a great sleep. First up today, we need to get everyone through their swim qualification and canoe qualification. That should take the morning, and then we will have lunch before we break up into our first session, canoe craft.”

Rick gathered up Lauren and Andre with his eyes, and we walked over to join him while the teams cleaned up their dishes.

“You are going to have to go through the tests as well, but once we have them out of the way, you can help pass everyone else. Andre, you are first up this afternoon.”

“Ready when you are.”

“Have your folks get their swim gear and meet at the dock.”

“Yes, sir,” we said in harmony.

I returned to my team.

“Once we get cleaned up, get your swim gear on and meet at the dock. Bring your paddle and life jacket.”

Everyone agreed, and we were quickly dispersing only to come back to the dock about a half-hour later. There was a mixture of swimming attire between one-piece and two-piece bathing suits for the women and mostly shorts for the men.

“Who’s first?” Rick asked.

“Me,” I said quickly.

The swim course was a three hundred yard swim, and then ten minutes treading water. It was not hard, but the water was not warm either. This course was straight out one hundred yards and back. It would be close to four hundred yards before we completed it.

“Andre, want to grab a canoe and pace me?”

He nodded and jogged over to where the canoes were racked, grabbed one, and quickly put it in the water. I was already on my way out with a couple of people behind me.

“You going to pace me?” he asked when I hit the first marker.

“Sure.”

I put my head down and headed back to shore. I noticed there were a couple of canoes pacing the swimmers when I turned around and headed back for my final leg.

“That’s three,” Rick said from his canoe.

“Want me to tread here?”

“You think you can tread and swim back?”

“Sure. Ten years on the swim team. No problem.”

I quickly had a small group treading water with me as others continued their swim while Rick did little circles around us.

“So that’s where you get your muscles,” Lauren said quietly beside me.

I smiled back at her. I had noticed that her bikini was a red print this morning, and left very little to the imagination.

“Every guy here is fighting an erection,” I said.

“And you?”

“I did say every guy. But the cold water is helping.”

Lauren moved around, and I felt her hand slid along the front of my bathing suit.

“It’s not helping much.”

“Nope.”

“Time,” Rick said from the canoe.

I waved my hand, acknowledging his call. I was about to roll onto my back for the last leg but changed my mind. Instead, I did a duck dive and swam a few strokes underwater before popping up and stroking my way back to the beach. Andre met me there.

“You make it look easy,” he said as he hopped out.

“Swim team. This isn’t even warm-up,” I said as I grabbed my paddle.

“Don’t let me drown,” he said with a laugh as he dove into the water.

I pushed my canoe into the water and sculled my way to where I was midway between the makers. I watched as swimmers moved back and forth.

“Got room for me?”

I looked down and saw Suzanne.

“Sure, grab the stern.”

She did, and I slowly backed my way to the shore until she could stand on the bottom. I moved away so she could get up without a problem. The water flowed down her body as she stood up. She winked at me as she walked ashore, and I headed back out. I tried not to think about the way Suzanne looked in her racing suit, her lithe body, and pert nipples on display for anyone to see. I turned my attention back to the swimmers. No one was in distress, which was good to see.

“Knock knock.”

Lauren was off my side.

“Hey, sexy,” I said quietly. “Ever done a canoe rescue?”

“Once.”

“Come aboard.”

I braced and leaned the opposite way as she grabbed the gunwales and pulled herself aboard. Her bottoms caught on the edge and came off as she slipped into the bottom of the canoe.

“Like what you see?” she asked with a smile as she twisted around, her feet towards me and her pussy in full view.

“Yes.”

“Pass me my bottoms,” she said quietly, knowing how the sound carries.

I took my time as she ran her finger up and down between her legs. I was hard by the time she slipped her bottoms back on and sat up in the boat.

“All good,” Rick asked from across the way.

“Yup,” Lauren waved back. “Minor wardrobe malfunction.”

Rick waved, and we watched the swimmers finish up their test. Lauren and I ferried a few back to the beach, and suddenly it was done. Lunch was still an hour away, and we were at liberty. The ladies moved over to the dock to sunbathe while the guys threw a football around. I took the time to walk up to the map room to survey the maps.

The map room was cool. Other than the camp supplies piled in the middle of the floor, it was merely a wall of maps of the region and cubbies with each of the sectionals. Most had seen better days. I walked over to look at the wall and gently ran my hand over the maps. The lakes were familiar, from portage entry to portage exit and many of the rocks along the way. Behind me the door slid open and closed again.

“Remembering old times?” Lauren asked as she wrapped her hands around my waist.

“Hm, something like that.”

She kisses my shoulder gently.

“Where was the swamp?”

My hand snapped forward and pointed at it.

“Photographic memory?”

“Geographic memory.”

Her hand moved down the front of my trunks as she kissed my shoulder again. We did not say much as she slipped her hand inside my shorts and wrapped around my rapidly expanding dick.

“Keep that up, and I will cum all over your hand.”

“That’s a problem?”

“Lauren, I don’t have a lot of experience with this.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“Then I was successful,” I moaned.

Her hand slowed.

“You’re serious.”

“Five years in a boarding school.”

Her nails raked my cock before she slipped it down and over my balls while she kissed my spine.

“It’s amazing you haven’t cum yet.”

“Blind luck.”

Her hands continued to caress my balls.

“Lauren,” I moaned.

“Yes?”

Rather than answer, I turned around and kissed her. Her hand was at a bad angle but slipped forward, and her finger flicked my ass. My cock twitched in my shorts as she moaned into my mouth.

“Fuck it,” she said.

She dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. That was all it took. Several days of pent up excitement poured down her throat and escaped around the edges of her lips. I could feel her moan as she sucked down all she could get. My knees gave out, and I slumped against the wall as she cleaned up my cock and pulled my shorts back up before she kissed me again. I did not think about what she had just done and returned her kiss with all the passion in my body.

“I am so fucking wet,” she gasped. “You owe me!”

“You will have to show me what I need to do to pay off the debt,” I whispered.

“Deal. Fuck. Lunchtime.”

She kissed me again and hurried out. I followed a couple of minutes later, my head still in a daze.

Lunch was sandwiches, quickly prepared, and after our morning of activity, quickly devoured before we headed back to the lake for our canoe drills. Andre stood at the front of the group.

“Next, we are doing our canoe drills. How many of you have had to rescue a flipped canoe?”

Only a couple of hands went up, mine included.

“Since you are not all as fish-like as our John here, you will put on your life jackets for this exercise. Line up along the dock and pay attention. Lauren, would you take the bow?”

Lauren and Andre moved into position, and I moved in front of them. Andre nodded at me, and I capsized my canoe. After I swam clear, Andre talked again.

“The first thing you want to do is get the capsized canoe at right angles.”

We got the canoe into the right position, onto the gunwales, flipped over and back in the water. I hung on the stern of Andre’s canoe as he finished his instruction. Once he was done, and everyone was assigned their teams, I swam back to shore and hauled myself out.

“Tired?” Rick asked from the dock.

“I need a moment. Two busy days.”

“You’re doing well. Your canoe’s here.”

“Breaks over then,” I said and set off to help supervise the exercise.

By three, we were done. Even Andre was looking a bit thin as we racked the canoes.

“Sauna?” I asked

“Sauna?” Lauren asked.

“Yep.”

I walked over to my day bag and grabbed my lighter.

“Grab some wood.”

We carried a couple of loads over to the sauna, and I quickly got the fire lit in the firebox before I grabbed the water bucket from inside.

“Steam,” I said.

Lauren just looked at me.

“About a half an hour.”

“You say the sexiest things,” Lauren said with a smile as we went back to where people were laying out in the sun.

Thirty minutes later, we baked in the sauna, occasionally throwing water on the rocks to create some additional steam. When we got too warm, we would run down the short dock and into the lake at the end. This served to not only cool us off but wash off some of the surface dirt. There was no running water here, and this was the only way to get clean. After about a half an hour, Lauren tapped me on the shoulder, then left. Suzanne took that moment to slide next to me. She pressed her sweaty thigh against me.

“Rub my shoulders?” she asked quietly?

“Sure.”

She slipped down to the level below and immediately between my legs, where she wrapped her hands around my calves and squeezed them against her. I reached down and squeezed her shoulder muscles. I had no idea what I was doing, but that did not seem to matter to Suzanne. The more I rubbed her shoulders, the more she pushed back until I could only rub the top of her shoulders. Her head rested against my crotch and rolled gently back and forth across my now solid erection.

“Let’s swim,” she whispered.

We slipped out and ran down the dock and into the water. I surfaced first, Suzanne was right behind me. I immediately noticed something different. Her shoulders were bare, and as she pushed up, her bathing suit was down around her waist, her tits glistening in the afternoon sun. There were not very large, but the areola was quite distended, and her nipples were the largest I had ever seen. She smiled at me just as another group of people came running down the dock. She ducked underwater, and by the time she surfaced, everything was back where it should be.

“We should get ready for dinner,” I said.

Everyone grumbled, but we headed for shore.

Dinner was some sort of chicken thing. Lauren showed us how to make it a bit more edible, but I was not convinced. Still, I was hungry, and so were my teammates. Dinner was quick, and we soon got together for the evening activity. Andre was going to teach everyone how to chop wood, but I had to go and set up my course for the week. While Andre got folks together, I picked up my pack and walked along the fire road that led out into the woods. I knew there was a fire area about a half a mile away that would work for our purposes, and I still had enough light left for what I needed to do.

I busied myself with putting up flagging tape and some pre-printed signs I had made for the exercise. The sun was just below the tops of the trees when I hoisted my pack and walked back to the camp. Training was over, and most people were up in the main building. I walked in and put down my bag. Rick waved me over.