I could tell that Elaine wanted to argue a point with him, but she was mulling his ideas. I’m sure this isn’t finished.
We talked for a bit longer and got back out on the water. Back at camp, Elaine and I chose to read, with Mac and Paige went out on a hike. They returned half an hour later and decided to take the boat out. We thought this might be a good time for a nap. We crawled under the sleeping back comforter.
“I think this buffalo hide rocks!” I whispered.
“It makes me feel naughty! I think we should always pronounce naughty with an English accent. Sounds more authentic.” She said with a smile.
“Oh, do tell! Does it make you feel randy to say it, love? I said ala Austin Powers, rolling into her neck. She giggled for a second and our mouths found each other. Our kisses tend to be long and passionate.
“What did you think of the Chimp-Bonobo thesis?” I said softly.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s funny. He starts with one of his various theories and a first blush, it sounds authoritarian and misogynistic. After thinking about it, much of his thinking makes sense.” She answered.
“Stuff to think about. He does have that irritating quality; making sense!” I said, thinking out loud.
“So, you’re not totally on board with ideas?” She asked.
“Well, you know me. I’m slow to assimilate. His ethos is his and I’m still fitting pieces. With that being said, he’s legit! Fun to hang with, and an excellent fisherman! He really is a master in small boat handling!” I said laying on my back.
“Nothing wrong with that! You two do complement each other. He’s sort of……”
“Impulsive, spontaneous, or hasty?” I observed. She huffed a laugh.
“Yeah, pretty much. But he’s hard not to like.” She said thoughtfully.
I laughed. She’s right. She sat up and opened the screen and tied it back. It was a gorgeous mid-afternoon without any bugs. I looked toward the lake and saw the boat. Could barely see them in the bow of the boat. She pushed me down and my shorts were off! I rolled over on my back and she had my legs pushed open in an instant. I was in the process of one of those blood-loss hard-ons! She leaned over me and began to swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock. I gave up on muscle control and melted into the buffalo fur. Her mouth opened and my dick disappeared. I let out a sharp wince. My penis was buried balls deep into her mouth, and she was turning her head to accommodate more. As badly as I wanted to take control, I couldn’t! I was going to cum when she wanted! Turnaround is fair play…..especially with sex!
We separated and rejoined in a 69. My face ended up where it always does, with my tongue strained at its base. I’ve been compelled to see if I can touch her cervix with my tongue. I know it’s not possible, but I can keep trying! The fruits of my labor emerged as little whimpers. Followed by long, gutter groans. Her pussy was on overflow as usual and warm to the touch. I pressed her thighs open as far as I could and swirled my tongue around her clit. She responded with one of the longest and most intense orgasms ever! It was one of those clenched teeth, pull an ear off orgasms! I rolled her over and climbed on top. I let fly in about 10 seconds! My hips found a cyclic rhythm that brought me to climax 3 times! That last load felt like my testicle ejected! I crumpled on top of her, both of us a mess of sweat, passion, and satisfaction. I curled up in a spoon with her. Her hair was stuck to her cheek and forehead. I brushed it aside. There’s something about your partner looking freshly loved! I’m certain I must look like a glazed cruller myself. I reached over for her cigarette case. I lit one and gave it to her. She rolled over on her back, as did I. It suddenly realized that with the door open, we were in plain view of the boat!
“We were in plain sight of them, did you know that?”
“No. Hadn’t really thought about it! You didn’t say much either! Preoccupied?” She chided.
“Yeah, I admit it I was thinking about the promised land too!”
“Hah…” She scoffed.
“What if they saw us?” I wondered out loud.
“Knowing Paige, they probably did!” She giggled. I took a drag and handed her the smoke.
“It’s kind of a turn on now that I think of it.” I thought out loud.
“Oh, do tell!”
“There’s something so….risque about it! It’s so out of character for me!” I exclaimed.
She lightly touched my nipple with her finger. I winced.
“I loved too! Aren’t we a pair?” She laughed. “We’re something!”
*****
Solstice Evening
Paige and Mac returned around dinner time. We poured some drinks and sat down with some cheese and crackers. I think we were all aware of the new peeping tom club! What a bunch of pervs! I had a nice star-hop sequence for tonight. The polar alignment was dialed in and the mount had been tracking for a half hour. We had a green salad with some of the salmon from the other night and it hit the spot. After cleaning up, we stoked up the fire and watched the sunset. Mac had his guitar out again and just pickin’ a bit and tuning.
“A little pine, mountain air, and fishing, you re-hydrate and buff up!” He said as he turned one of the tuning pegs.
“Yeah, this is the recharge I always need! I love it here, or anywhere out away from people and concrete. I keep thinking about how I could somehow have this and a way to make enough money to live comfortably. I don’t think this is one of those have your cake and eat it too deals! I think what I’m asking is fair and doable! Am I wrong? Am I going to pull a yoke, then get a break every 3 months or so? Or, could I work and live in a small community, out in the woods or on the coast?” I said in thought.
“A question I keep asking myself. Where do I want to be?” Mac responded.
“Any ideas?” I asked.
“A few I’m grinding on. I have an idea of what I want to do, but not a detailed picture. I’ve found my path reveals itself, most of the time!” I nodded with a huh frown. I wish I was that relaxed with life. Mac was finally tuned up and played an intro to something unfamiliar. Paige started singing on cue. She has a beautiful etheral, soprano voice. I didn’t know what the song was or what she was singing, it was one of the most angelic pieces I have ever heard!
“My God Paige!” Elaine observed.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Suo Gan. It’s a Welsh lullaby.” She said sipping her drink.
“That was Welsh? Don’t tell me you speak Welsh also!” I exclaimed.
“A few words. I just learned that song because I like it. You should read the lyrics sometime.”
“So how long have you been doing this?” Elaine inquired.
“Singing? We’ve been singing together since before we could walk! Our families sing often. Kind of a ‘thing’ in our household.” Answered Paige.Mac broke out his cigars and I had a Corona Gorda with a darker wrapper. The women begged off. It was a really smooth, rich smoke! I may give up cigarettes, I think cigars are here to stay. Good drink, cigars and friends is a straight flush!
Mac played some Billy Joel, CCR and then into a cover of Ain’t No Grave. He had changed some of the lyrics; instead of angels, a company of Marines. A bugler instead of Gabriel. He sang from a deep well, hidden in that bunker he calls his heart. If I had his heart, I’d keep it well protected too! He finished, put his guitar away and pulled Paige in close.
“Maybe you could write a song about us.” Elaine said quietly, looking into the campfire.
“I don’t know how to play banjo.” Mac answered thoughtlessly.
After a couple seconds of pause, we all laughed simultaneous! I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time!
“You know, were talking about my kin!” Elaine mentioned, wiping tears.
“We have a bunch of family from Kentucky and Virginia!”
“Well, that explains a lot!” Paige remarked. Another round of laughter.
“Unfortunately, incest has become synonymous with hillbillies or child molesters!” Paige reflected.
“Don’t forget royal families! I saw a Youtube the other day. Cleopatra was voted Miss Inbred of Antiquity. Her family tree was a ‘trunk’ going back 1500 years!”
“Yeah, that does bring us to the darker side of familial relationships, the fruit of thy labor!” Mac commented, lost in thought. Paige dimmed a bit.
“Can’t resolve that ROI?” asked Elaine.
“The risk-reward analysis just doesn’t pan. We accepted the fact that we get to have each other and not have the kids. Our side of the MacDonald’s is far from dying out!
“What about the ‘unknown factor’?” I asked.
“That resolved itself. I was blown out of a bunker when I was in Iraq. The over-pressure from the blast screwed up my swimmer count. I’m shooting squibs, blanks!”
“I can’t whine about it, or just accept that it is, what it is! Accept that maybe, this is an opportunity.” He said with gravity.
“Accept! You’re not a closet stoic, are you?” Elaine said sarcastically.
“Well, I secretly read Marcus Aurelius and Seneca.” He hung his head in mock shame.
“That explains a bit.” Elaine added.
“What do you mean ‘explains a bit’?” He returned.
“Well, like him,” She nodded my way. “You’re following your own star, if you will. It’s good to see. We live in a society that’s obsessed with feeling good, a hand out, a level playing field….do I need to go on. Hearing I’m playing the hand I was dealt is……..refreshing!”
Mac tipped his glass toward Elaine.
“So, you don’t think we can level the playing field?” Paige inquired.
“Sure, to certain degree. You and I both know that there are those who get lucky and those who make their luck. No one is going to hand you anything. You see and opportunity, you take it or someone else will! After Elliot left, I could have either whined about the unfairness of it all or go out to build a life for him and me.” She answered with gravity.
Paige smiled. I think there’s some part of her that likes to get Elaine wound up on things . The whole feminist movement is one item that rattles her cage. I was really enjoying this!
“OK there Skipper, what other hard and fast rules do you have?” I asked.
“Hang on for a second, now that you’ve had me over the coals….your turn! What’s the bottom line for you?”
I thought for a long couple seconds. “The one thing, the bottom line? My word and family! Ed drilled that in to me for years!” I said, looking Mac in the eye.
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