CHAPTER 112: HIKING WITH ANALISE (8)

Analise turned to face Jack and asked, "What do you think?"

"Very impressive," he said.

Not catching his meaning, she said, "Um, thanks? It’s one of the few good things I learned during my modeling days."

"Sure, that too," he said.

"Huh. Oh!" then she looked down at her chest. "But they’re not even-"

"They look great on you."

"You don’t think I’m..." she waved her hands around her stomach and hips.

She was fit and clearly worked out because he could see some definition in her calves and thighs. And while she didn’t have washboard abs, he could see some definition between her abdominis and obliques.

She didn’t have the exaggerated hour-glass figure of Miranda. Her hips were wider than Madison’s but narrower than Miranda’s and where Madison had a firm toned ass, and Miranda had a juicy plump ass, Analise had a nice bubble butt.

"You look great. It’s clear you exercise and eat healthy. So you should be proud of what you’ve accomplished."

"You really think so? You don’t think I need to lose weight?"

"Yes, I really think so. And no, you do not need to lose weight."

She lurched forward and grabbed him in a tight hug. Then she stood on her toes, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled their lips together in a passionate kiss. She skipped the lib nibbling foreplay and went straight to tongue gymnastics.

He put one hand behind her head and the other caressed her back. When his hand wandered lower, she reached down with one of her hands and grabbed his ass. Taking that as permission, he reached down and grabbed her butt and squeezed. It was firmer than Miranda’s but softer than Madison’s.

He was rapidly growing hard and she must have felt him pressing into her stomach because she pulled back, gasping for breath.

"Um, not here. Okay? Maybe..."

"You know Analise, the girl you’re going on a date with next weekend? She’s hot for you. I could tell when she asked me about you over the phone. If she doesn’t jump you during the hike, I’ll be surprised."

Madison’s prediction was spot on. Analise’s face was flushed and her nipples were hard, poking through the materiel of her top.

"It’s fine," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then headed towards his pack. "We don’t want a sudden jealous audience."

"Yeah, that," she replied.

He was wearing his swim trunks under his pants, so he removed everything else, then stuffed his clothes into a large plastic bag along with his backpack. While he did this, she pulled off her socks and did the same with the plastic bag he handed her.

He sealed each bag with a special plastic clip, then grabbed the floaty and waded into the water. The water was cold, but not bitingly so. When the water reach passed his knees, he stopped and waited for Analise.

The floaty had two handles, and he connected one sealed backpack to each with some rope. Then he held the floaty steady, and she sat in it, then leaned back.

She lounged in the floaty, legs dangling over one side, arms laying along the sides and head leaned back.

She spread her legs wide to keep herself from sinking down through the hole in the middle of the floaty. With the packs on either side, it was easiest to push from her head or her feet, so he put his hands on her knees and began pushing her out into deeper water.

When the water reached just below his family jewels, he paused. This part always sucked.

She smirked. "What? Not afraid of a little cold water, are you?"

Without saying anything he dunked himself completely under water. The sun was out, so he didn’t need to worry about freezing.

As he came up, he formed his hands into scoop and pushed, launching a wave of water up and over Analise.

"Aaaiiieee," she screamed as the cold water washed over her.

His aim had been true, and he’d managed to drench both her breasts. If guys paused at the crotch when entering cold water, gals paused at the nipples.

He wiped the water from his face while she glared at him, then said, "What? Not afraid of a little cold water, are you?"

"Did you have to do that?" she said, though she didn’t sound like she was really complaining.

"You reap what you sow," he said sagely.

She huffed cutely, then with a glint in her eyes, she dropped her hands over the sides of the floaty and sent twin waves of water flying at his face. He ducked, then repeated his earlier wave surge attack. She squealed as he splashed her, and he laughed in reply.

After a short intense battle, she cried, "Truce! Truce!"

She was drenched her hair thoroughly soaked, but she was smiling. He grabbed her knees and continued to push.

Once the water was chest high, he put his shoulders between her legs, then reached under her knees and grabbed her upper thighs with his hands and began paddling towards the opposite shore.

His position put his face enticingly close, and he could clearly see her vulva outlined in the material of her bikini bottoms.

She noticed him looking and said, "Like the view?"

"Hmmm." He made a noise of appreciation.

She lifted her hips and pushed them closer to his face. So close that if he wanted to, he could bite her vulva through the material of her bottoms.

So he did.

He moved his hands from her thighs to her hips, pressed his face between her legs, opened his mouth wide, and gently pressed his teeth into her flesh. Then he pushed his tongue against her, tasting lake water, cloth, and something else.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed, and initially tried to pull her hips back when his teeth touched her, but then thrust her hips up when she felt his tongue probing her folds.

With his mouth still pressed against her, he looked up to see her staring down her torso at him, eyes wide, a grin spreading across her face.

She reached down, grabbed one of the ties holding on her bottom and pulled.