CHAPTER 111: HIKING WITH ANALISE (7)

Once they were out of earshot of the mother-daughter pair, Jack said, "I think the daughter might be a problem."

"What? Why? They seem like decent people."

"Maybe you haven’t noticed the way the daughter has been looking at us. The looks at me the same way leg humper did, and she looks at you like leg humper looked at the dancer chick."

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

"About the looks, yes. About whether or not they mean trouble, no. I’m hoping her mother keeps her in line."

"Wait, so you think she-"

"Wants me and wants you out of the way? Yes. That’s my impression."

"That just seems so..."

"Annoying? Yes."

She huffed. She probably meant something else.

"So, what do you plan to do once we get to the lake?"

"Did you pack a swimsuit?"

"Yes?"

"Great. Then we’ll change, put our packs in the plastic bags I brought, and swim across to the other side of the lake."

"Um, I can’t swim."

"Well, good thing I brought a floaty. You can ride while I push."

"Oh! Okay. Great."

They soon reached the valley floor. The trail passed through a meadow, but there was an expanse of trees that separated the lake from the meadow. After wending through the trees, they reached the lake shore. On the left, the lake was bordered by a seep rocky slope. At the far end were large rocks and brush, and on the right and behind them was forest that came right to the edge of the lake. However, right in front of them was a sandy beach, small and narrow, but sandy with a shallow slope into the lake.

The forest line was wavy and formed several private nooks. Jack lead Analise to one of these and set down his pack.

"Do you see those boulders on the other side of the lake?" he asked while pointing.

She nodded.

"We’ll head there. Past the boulders is a tiny hidden clearing about the size of a small room. It’s the perfect place to have a picnic."

"Sounds great," she said, then took off her pack and started digging around inside.

He pulled out the doughnut shaped floaty and started inflating it. While he did, he watched as she pulled out a pair of bright yellow bikini top and bottoms. The bottoms were the kind where the waistband tied together on the sides.

Holding the bottoms, she stretched them out so the front half of the left and right ties were together, then grabbed the back left and right ties in her other hand and shoved them down the front of her shorts. He watched as her hand pushed deep down between her legs, then pulled back out. Then she stuffed the same hand down the back of her shorts, bending backwards so she could shove her hand deep down between her legs.

Then, one hand down the back of her shorts, she started feeding the bikini bottoms down the front of her shorts, while her other hand wiggled around. Eventually, she pulled the back half of her bikini bottoms out of the back of her shorts. She then worked her hands around inside her shorts, adjusting her bikini bottoms. While she was doing this, she had her tongue stuck out to one side and had a look of concentration on her face.

When she seemed satisfied with whatever arrangements she wanted to make, she began rolling down the waistband of her shorts. As she did, her bikini bottoms were revealed, hanging over the side of her shorts. When she stopped, her waistband was so low he could see a few curly hairs peeking out.

She tied her bikini bottoms together, then looked up. He had stopped blowing air into the floaty halfway thorough her performance and when she stopped; he gave her a golf clap. She blushed so deeply that the red traveled down into her sports top.

Before she could say anything, he said, "That was amazing! When you first pulled out your swimsuit, I figured you’d probably do the usual change-under-a-towel routine. But wow, I was not expecting what you just did. I mean, I kinda hoped you’d give me a show, just not that kind. I’m not even disappointed."

"Oh, um, thanks? I’ve done the under-a-towel thing, and it’s not reliable."

He nodded as he resumed inflating the floaty.

With her bikini bottoms secured, she pulled off her shorts and set them on top of her pack. Then she grabbed her bikini top and did a similar maneuver, where she stuffed the top under her sports top and then rearranged it. Then she tied the part that went behind her neck. The part that went behind her back was covered by her sports top.

"Um, can you help me with this?" she asked.

He made an ’in a minute’ gesture since he was almost done with the floaty. Once he finished and sealed the air inlet, he set it down and stood.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

She grabbed the two tie straps that were dangling out of the bottom of her sports top and pulled them behind her back.

"Can you pull these tight while I pull my top off?"

He grabbed the tie straps in opposite hands and pulled them tight behind her, like he would if he was going to tie them together.

"Yes, just like that," she said.

Then she grabbed her sports top and carefully pulled it off. Her bikini top had not been fully spread out so when she pulled her sports top off he was could see a generous portion of side boob. Her breasts were a solid hand full. Smaller than Madison’s, but still a mouth watering sight.

As soon as she had her sports top off, he pulled the tie straps tight and began tying them. As he did, she rearranged the material, then reached inside each cup to lift her breasts and allow the material to go under and cup her properly. When she did, the ties he was holding grew slack, and he had to re-tie them.

She turned to face him and asked, "What do you think?"