Adam's Journey Pt. 42

I awoke the next morning completely refreshed and not even a little bit horny, notwithstanding the usual morning wood. It was early, a little after 6:30, but I was wide awake so I got up and dug around for something to slip on so that I could go start the coffee. I found a thick white terry robe in the closet, not mine, and assumed it was something Ron had arranged for or Kori had perhaps thoughtfully provided.

I slipped it on and stepped into the hall, noting the ludicrous way my cock poked out through the opening of the robe, leading the way. I left it that way, knowing that either Ron or Kori would get a laugh if they saw it. Their door was ajar, and glancing in I saw that I needn't have worried. They had made it to bed after I left them and were both still totally out, tangled in each other and the sheets like they had fallen asleep in the throes of passion. Or immediately thereafter.

Kori had one long, tanned leg and half her sexy little ass exposed, and the room smelled of cum and horny pussy. I touched myself as I looked at her, remembering last night and wondering how they would react if I crawled in with them. Ultimately I sighed and pulled their door shut so that I wouldn't wake them, wondering where Ronnie had found the stamina for another go-round with his wife.

Rock-hard now, I wandered out to the galley and dug around until I found the coffee and filters and got the pot started dripping. Walking out on deck, I was mesmerized by the view. The surface of the lake was smooth as glass, not a ripple, and the surrounding landscape was reflected, upside down and mirror-perfect, on the water. The sun was just rising, and we were still in the shadow of the large hills and cliffs around us, but the tops and upper slopes of some of the formations were lit by the sun and they reflected off the water in brilliant shades of red, ochre, and buff in an other-worldly spectacle. It was very quiet and peaceful, and I felt a little selfish, guilty for enjoying the fact that I had it all to myself.

I took a seat on one of the deck chairs and enjoyed it, hearing only the soft sound of the coffee trickling into the pot. I debated taking a shower while the coffee brewed, and decided on a quick swim instead. Reasoning that since the air still felt quite cool the water should feel warm by comparison, I shed my robe and dived off the low deck about three feet into the water below.

Turns out my reasoning had been less than entirely sound; the water felt damn cold! I came up about fifteen feet from the boat, gasping with the cold. Any remaining trace of sleepiness had been blasted from my system, as had any remaining trace of my erection. Adjusting to the cold, I swam out about fifty yards from the boat and back a couple times, then swam a few laps around the boat, staying about thirty or forty feet off the rail. I swam slowly, on my back for awhile, looking up at the hills and the incredibly clear, blue sky. As I rounded the bow I saw that Kori had walked out on deck and now stood, leaning on the rail, quietly watching me. She had put on the bottom half of a very small hot-pink bikini, but no top.

I stopped, treading water and looking up at her. "Hey sleepyhead! I started the coffee."

She smiled, slow and sleepy. "I saw that, it's all done. Want me to pour you a cup?"

"Nah, maybe in a minute or two. You gonna join me?"

"What, in there? How's the water?"

I lied. "Nice, it feels warm compared to the morning air."

"Uh-huh. I think I'll pass for now. Not that I don't trust you."

I laughed. "Coward! Well, you might as well pour us some coffee then, and grab me a towel, please. I'll join you instead." I swam out away from the boat a ways, then back, giving her time to pour the cups and find a towel before making my way to the small ladder just below the opening in the rail. Kori approached me as I climbed out, holding a dry towel. She stopped a few feet away.

Her eyes dropped to my crotch, and she giggled. "Looks to me like that water must have been a lot colder than you let on!"

"Ha ha, very funny! Give me the towel!"

"No, look, I mean it must be near-freezing! You're a mere shadow of your former self. Now you know just how Ronnie feels all the time - I should call him out to see this, he'd get a kick out of it!"

I was laughing too. "Kori, just give me the damn towel! Please?"

She held it out, then jerked it away as I reached for it. I lunged, grabbing her and pulling her to me, her skin soft and warm against my cold, wet body. She screamed a little at the cold, laughing, wiggling to get away, but I was able to scoop her up and carry her toward the rail. She was mostly naked, soft and warm and wriggly, and reeked of sex, and I felt myself start to respond.

She sensed what I was about to do and started begging. "Oh Adam, please don't! Please, I'll do anything you want! Please, you can have your way with me, whatever you want, it's your's, just tell me! Please don't throw me in!"

"You shouldn't tease us guys about shrinkage you know!"

"I'm sorry, I take it all back! Your cock looks huge, absolutely enormous, I can't imagine how you can walk around with that thing hanging between your legs, even ice water couldn't touch it!"

We were both laughing, so much so that I could barely hold her. "Too little, too late! Besides, and no offense here K, but you smell like it's Fleet Week and you had to entertain all the sailors single-handedly! You could use a good dunking." So saying, I half-threw, half-dropped her over the rail.

Her voice cut off mid-scream as she disappeared beneath the water in a big splash, only to start up in the same place when she surfaced a few feet away. She then proceeded to call me all the names she had apparently learned from the sailors the previous evening, ending with "mean nasty son-of-a-bitch!" before swimming around a little bit, adjusting to the water and rinsing off. She slipped out of her bikini bottom and tossed it on deck, and I hung it over a chair to dry. I met her with a towel when she finally climbed out, wrapping her up and patting her dry.

"Don't start thinking this gets you back on my good side Adam! That water is really cold - that was just mean!"

Laughing, I dragged the rough terry towel across her nipples, rigid from the cold and jutting out like two bullets from the goose-bumped flesh of her full breasts. She gasped and shuddered, shying away from the intense sensation. "Ohhh god! OK, you're forgiven! More please, that makes me feel very warm."

I continued to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples for a few moments before moving on, drying her off, working from her hair down her neck and her back, then her stomach, her cute bottom as she bent forward to make it more accessible. Just to aid in drying, I'm sure.

She spread her legs as I dried them, working at her thighs and being sure not to miss the in-between bits. After drying between her legs I slid my fingers up between her soft lips, just to be sure I hadn't missed any spots. Strangely, I had. Despite my best efforts, she was still quite wet in one spot! Creamy, even.

"Kori, something's wrong here, I think maybe this towel is broken! The more I try to dry you here, the wetter you seem to get. What's going on?"

"Mmmmm, that's a mystery for the ages, isn't it? Maybe you should keep trying, I'm sure you can figure something out."

I laughed, sliding the towel down her leg, leaning forward as I did so to nip her gently on the butt. She squealed, then it turned into a moan. I laughed again. "Ronnie's right, you really are a horny slut! Don't you ever get enough?"

"Rarely. Last night came pretty close though. Didn't it dear?"

I looked up to find Ron leaning in the doorway, coffee in hand, watching us. He looked tousled and sleepy. "Uhhh, I don't know. I think I passed out. You were right Adam, she fucked me unconscious."

Kori laughed. "I did not! You were wide awake when you came that last time, then you just fell asleep."

"Still in you?"

"Yeah, a little."

"A little is all I could be in you. Did you cum?"

"Eventually. You slept through that."

"Oh. Sorry. But thanks for cumming quietly, anyway, I needed my rest. Should I heat up my coffee so I can watch you two fuck, or would you rather have some breakfast first?"

I shook my head, trying to blot out that entire conversation. Kori and I looked at each other and opted for breakfast, and we all pitched in to put together a little feast of fresh fruit and juice, toast, and cereal. We cleaned up and were into a second pot of coffee, sitting and looking at the scenery when we remembered the hike to the waterfall.

Ron showed me the map, and we verified on the boat's GPS system that we were where we thought we were. It looked like a short sail around the point to the next cove, then maybe a mile back to where we could get close to shore and either swim or walk in to the trail.

Kori and I assured Ronnie that the water was nice and warm and that he should take a dip, and he foolishly believed us, leading to more shouting and cursing. When he clambered out, Kori kindly pointed out that the cold water had turned his penis into an "innie" instead of an "outie", claiming she would need to get a magnifying glass and possibly tweezers to find it.

Ron called her an evil bitch and smacked her ass, sending her to put together some sandwiches and snacks to carry for lunch, and me back to raise the anchor while he headed to the helm to get us underway.

I heard and felt the motor cough to life before it settled into a low rumble, the subtle vibration felt through the soles of my feet. I called up to Ron to let him know that I had the anchor stowed, and the pitch of the engine changed as he put the boat in motion. It gradually built up speed and soon we moved out past the point of land, into the open lake and full sunshine. I watched the bay, and the formations surrounding the spot where we had spent such a memorable night as they moved away behind us, wanting to remember the location.

I was walking through the boat, heading up to join Ronnie, when I felt the entire vessel stumble slightly, as though it hesitated momentarily. I stopped just off his shoulder. "Did you feel that?"

He glanced at me. "Yeah, I did."

"What do you suppose it was?"

"I don't know. Maybe we hit something. I'll throttle back, you go look out front and along the sides, see if you see anything."

I did so, meeting Kori as she came out of their bedroom. "Come on, help me look around the boat, in the water. Ron thinks we may have hit something, let's see if we can spot anything."

We looked all around the hull, seeing nothing but water. As I turned to go tell Ron the results of our search, I felt another stumble, and a shudder passed through the boat. Kori looked at me, wide-eyed. "What was that?"

"We don't know, that's what we're trying to figure out. Come on."

As we walked forward to join Ron, we felt another, smaller hesitation, then things seemed to smooth out. Ron looked over his shoulder at us as we entered. "Well?"

"Nothing we could see. Have you figured out anything?"

"I don't know. It really feels more like it's in the motor, or the transmission - somewhere in the drive system. That's not good."

Neither Ronnie or I qualify as a mechanic, so engine problems could be trouble, especially out here. I had a thought. "Hey, do you suppose we could have fouled the propeller in something?"

"That could be, I've had it happen on boats before."

Kori stood watching us, a worried expression on her face. "What do we do?"

I looked at Ron. "Ronnie, why don't you shut it down, and I'll swim under and check."

He frowned. "I don't know. If it's the motor, and I shut it down, it may not start up again. How about I just let it idle and disengage the prop?"

"Fine. But don't touch it while I'm under there!"

He gave me an evil smile. "What, you think I'm trying to kill you just because you screwed my wife?"

I shuddered. "Don't even joke about it Ronnie, now I've got the willies!"

He laughed. "Go! I'm just kidding. We're barely moving, so this should work. Take a knife with you, just in case you have to cut something loose to free us."

I grabbed my belt knife from my room and went to the stern and jumped in. The water was crystal clear, and didn't seem as cold as the spot we were at earlier. It turned out that the prop and shaft were totally clear and clean, no sign of any debris. It would have been too easy to just be that! I swam around to the ladder and climbed out, reporting the results of my dive to Ron.

He considered that for a moment. "Well crap! I was hoping we could solve it that easily. Well, I guess we just move on and see what happens. If push comes to shove and we break down, someone will come along. Or we do have the marine radio, we could always use that."

Kori's eyes widened. "Really? You would call the Marines, just because we were having engine problems?"

Ron and I both looked at her, to see if she was serious. By all appearances she was, and when his eyes met mine we both broke down laughing. Ron put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Oh, sweetie, that's great! Call the Marines, I don't believe it!" And he broke out in fresh peals of laughter.

Kori looked from him to me. "What's so funny?"

I explained. "K, it's called a marine radio because it just operates in certain VHF frequencies used for boats and ships, you know, marine use, for rescue and communication and stuff. It doesn't actually call the Marines."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that!" She pretended to pout. "Too bad it doesn't, I'd call them and get a couple of young, handsome Marine studs to replace you two old wrecks! That would teach you for laughing at me!"

Fortunately K has a good sense of humor and can take a little kidding, because we sure gave her some over that! For some years to come, at every hiccup minor or major, Kori would always be asked if she thought we should call the Marines. I think at one point she did actually end up fucking a well endowed young Marine, but that's another story.

As we got back underway, the motor continued to stutter and stumble, possibly getting worse. Ultimately we decided that we should probably forego our hike and try to make it to one of the marinas to get the problem checked out. Consulting the map and the GPS, we found that we were about 19 miles closer to Wahweap than we were to Bullfrog. Since Ron had picked up the boat at Wahweap that worked out well, so we pointed the nose downlake and set a course for Wahweap Marina.

We couldn't maintain full speed without the problem getting worse, so Ron kept it at about three fourths, and we sat and chatted with each other as we moved southwest. Kori remembered the party we'd been invited to that evening in Smuggler's Cove, and asked if the trip to the marina would prevent our making the party.

I shrugged. "It might. Did you really have your heart set on going?"

"Well, it sounded like fun to me. They seemed like fun people, and it could get pretty wild. I liked the way that Steve guy filled out his swimsuit, that was nice, and the one woman, Pam, the one with the great tits, sure seemed to have the hots for you."

Ron chimed in. "Yeah, I was kind of looking forward to that too." He shrugged. "I guess it depends on how long it takes them to fix whatever's wrong. We're going to pass the opening to Smuggler's Cove here in a few minutes, so it's not too horribly far from the marina. I guess if they can't fix the boat we could always rent a motorboat for the evening and come back in that."

That seemed to cheer Kori up a good bit. She's a very sociable person, and loves parties and crowded clubs, so she had been understandably more enthused about the party. I tend to be a little more of a loner, and I enjoy my privacy and quiet times as much or more than any party, so I was somewhat more ambivalent about it.

We just sat and talked then, as we moved along, and inevitably the subject of the previous night came up. I had been afraid it would, but it turned out they were very open and relaxed about it, and how much we had all enjoyed it. I found that I was mostly able to let down my guard and talk openly and frankly with them about our intimate activities, even to the level of Ron and I touching each other and what, if anything, it all meant.

I was very relieved. I had been afraid that the previous evening would become the eight hundred pound gorilla in the middle of our friendship, but now I could see that would not be the case.

At one point a Ranger boat came alongside, the Park Rangers checking with us to see if everything was OK. Kori scrambled for her swimsuit when we heard them approaching, after sitting around bare-ass as usual. We told them the problem and that we were making for the marina, and they waved us on, telling us to call on channel 16 if we needed them.

Finally, a little after noon as we were debating having some lunch, we rounded a point and could see the sun glinting off the boats at the marina. We were still stumbling and stuttering along, but it looked like we'd make it after all.

As we drew closer to the marina, Ron selected a long T-shaped pier which was largely unoccupied, approaching the top of the T which crossed the end of the dock. There was not much activity around the marina at this point. I don't know if it was because it was mid-day, or because it was a Sunday rather than a Saturday, the day most trips were booked to begin. There were a few people moving around farther up the dock, near the shore, and one smallish houseboat with a ski boat tied on behind which was attached to the dock we were headed to, just below the crossbar of the T.

There were a couple of young guys and one of their girlfriends moving from the dock to the boat, apparently loading up supplies and personal belongings in preparation for heading out. As we got closer I couldn't help but notice the girl, her long legs accented by a pair of extremely short Daisy Duke style cut-off denim shorts, and wearing a small, snug fitting tank-top with narrow strings over her shoulders, flat canvas deck shoes, and one of those ridiculous crushed up straw cowboy hats with a gaudy silver and turquoise band around it. I admired the way her cute little tush worked the denim shorts as she carried a case of beer onto their boat.

Ron brought us in very slowly, but with my attention distracted I almost waited too long to put the rubber fenders between the boat and the pier. Just in time, I got them in place and hopped across to the dock with the stern rope, looping it over the cleat and pulling us up short. I walked up toward the bow and Kori handed me the other rope so I could secure the boat while we went looking for a mechanic.

I stood, chatting with Kori as we waited for Ron to shut things down and join us. He eventually walked up next to Kori, and I saw his eyes look beyond me to where the others were loading their boat. He had obviously also noticed the cute girl, and I turned to get another look, only to find her standing right behind me, looking down.

She reached up and took off her hat, raising her head to look at me, and as her long blonde curls cascaded down she softly said "Hi Adam."

My mind disconnected for a moment, and I know I stammered. "K-Kristi? What-uh, what the heck are you doing here?"

"What a nice greeting! Well, my friends Ty and Cody were coming down, and they invited me along, but I never figured on bumping into you on this huge lake."

My mind whirled for a moment. She had claimed she couldn't come with me because of business obligations, but she had found time to show up with two other guys, figuring she could dodge me! And I had never even heard her mention Ty or Cody before, so either she had been hiding them, or she had made some new friends in the last ten or twelve days. Kristi stood looking at me, her head cocked slightly to one side, waiting for a response. She looked so beautiful it made me ache inside, but I was at a loss for anything to say. I glanced back at Ron and Kori to see if they might be coming to my rescue.