Nils and Lisa went for a picnic on the banks of Ketch Creek. When they arrived, they found that the recent rains had flooded the creek. “You used to be able to hop across on some flat stones,” Lisa said, “And now look at it.”

“Quite the torrent,” Nils said.

“Yes, and the best spot is on the other side,” Lisa lamented. “I suppose we could wade across.”

“I have a better idea,” Nils said. “We could balance on that old log and float across.”

“Sounds like fun,” Lisa said. “But what if we fell in? Our clothes would get soaked.”

“True,” Nils agreed. “Safest thing would be to take off our clothes first.”

Once they were naked, Lisa confessed that she’d never ridden on a log before.

“No problem,” Nils said. “I’ll carry you across. Just hop into my arms.”

Lisa hopped into Nils’ arms, and Nils boarded the log.

“Whew, kind of tippy,” Lisa exclaimed.

“It is, but I’ve got excellent balance,” Nils said. “Though it would help if I had a pole.”

“It feels like you do have a pole,” Lisa said. “And a long, lovely pole it is! I think I might just...”

By the time they’d crossed the swollen stream, Lisa had come three times, and they’d managed to stay dry, all except Nils’ pole, which was completely soaked, and Lisa’s cunt, which was flooded with Nils’ cum.