Chapter 178: Cruising on the Mighty Mo

Editor: Tarasandia/nnpdad 27 July 2021

It was just a simple tent. There wasn’t a whole lot to it but there was more than enough cover for both Mouse and me, as well as our belongings. We didn’t sleep on the riverboat. That just wouldn’t work, so we had our own little setup a dozen or so yards off to the side of our mooring site.

A simple tent can seem like a luxury suite if done correctly, and trust Aunty and Matilda’s team to make that happen. I’ll never know why they fussed over us so much, but they did, and I had long since learned that arguing with either of those ladies was about as worthwhile as trying to herd cats. It just wasn’t going to happen. Regardless, it was utter luxury as far as small tents went.

Our food packs were also over the top. No we didn’t have caviar or goose pate, but everything in there was a far level beyond our normal travelers’ fare. Even more important, there was enough food for four, so Amos and Madeleine would be living as large as we were. I was quite sure that nothing here was accidental. Neither Amos nor I were completely surprised, of course, as we’d both been under the heavy yet caring thumbs of Aunty and Matilda before. But I was equally sure that he would be just as baffled as I was.

I certainly hadn’t expected to be set up quite this well for our trip; it would only be a few days’ travel upriver, and even faster on the return. Still, I was happy to enjoy the minor luxuries offered, including a supply of good bourbon backed up by a young but decent batch of rum.

Luxurious lifestyle aside, this was no pleasure cruise and I took my turns on the push poles to move us along upriver. They didn’t want me there when we were negotiating any difficult patches but welcomed the assistance and breaks when it was smooth progress. It was tougher work than either Amos or I had imagined, and we both made major mistakes on multiple occasions. A great experience overall, but again I felt we were more hinderance than help. For the most part we simply stayed out of the way.

It wasn’t a long journey up to the fort and neither of us were going to become skilled at the task that quickly. Even so, pushing those poles for even a couple of hours a day was enough to give our muscles reason for complaint, loud complaint. Mouse’s evening ministrations were always welcome, and her strong yet gentle hands made a huge difference in my ability to recover each night.

I hadn’t spent so long being that close to and alone with a woman without consummating the intimacy since I was a boy. Everything was gentle, romantic and comfortable with us. Acrobatics and advanced techniques were not involved and by the end of the third night neither was her virginity.

Never in my life have I provided explicit detail of my intimacy with a woman that I loved and that rule carried over with Mouse. Our moments together were ours. We had a lot of fun, but this wasn’t just a fling for either of us. Love is a special thing emotionally and physically; I was extremely happy to be in love with my Mouse.