I love the water whether it is a creek, lake, river or the ocean. When I think about a lake or the ocean, I equate it with freedom. So, every other Sunday my husband and I load up the eleven passenger pontoon boat and we head to the huge lake down the mountain from where we live. With the boat it gives us a feeling of complete freedom when you launch it into the water and you get this feeling of calmness entwined with excitement ripping through your body.
Most of the time we enjoy staying out ‘till dark settles in. One Sunday we share with friends and family, taking them out for the day, enjoying good company and conversation with an iced cold beer, a mixed drink or a glass of wine. The other Sunday we take it out; it’s just him and I. Those are the times that I never take for granted and cherish the most.
The sunset hours are a magical time to be out on the water anywhere that allows you to see the whole sunset from start to when it kisses the night sweet dreams. The winds calm, the sun turns golden, and the sky is painted with a palette of portrait–worthy hues and color. It’s like the calm waters, the vast sky and the unbelievable sunset surrounding you and your partner with nature leave you with a feeling of complete peacefulness and relaxation. The quote is ‘work hard, play hard’ and that’s exactly what we do together.
I stood on the front of the pontoon boat as he sat in the driver’s seat. I loved how he smiled. It was different than the normal one. This one was a special one that always shined brightly on the days we went out alone. I felt the warm wind blow wisps of my dark hair across my face as he steered out into the no wake area leaving the dock behind us.
The sun was hot as I stood there covering my tanned flesh with oil while he watched me. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses but I knew he was going between looking at me and the water around us for other boater and those buzzing around on jet skis. Once out of the slow area, he opened it up a bit and the pontoon boat cut through the water effortlessly, always giving a comfortable ride.
I lay on the bench on the other side of where he was sitting behind the steering wheel, stretched out with my skin glistening. I closed my eyes and out of the blue came a Rush tune blaring from the speakers. It was at that moment I knew my ol’ man found his Sunday groove and left all the bullshit of the week back at the docks. I smiled and just enjoyed the ride.
Every now and then I would lift my head and look around, though that was usually when I rolled over to my stomach. It wasn’t that he was trained or anything but at that moment, he would back off the speed and let us drift across the water while he came around to where I was laying to oil up my back. It was more a love thing and the fact he liked to cop a feel of my ass here and there as he smoothed oil over my back.
He would return to his captain’s seat and we would just cruise around all morning and into the afternoon. The lake is huge; there are over thirty-six miles of trails, 1,147 acres of water surface, picnic areas and small boat ramps all around the lake. The morning hours you can see the bird watchers all along the lake, but you can easily get away from then when you head into the deeper areas, the areas where it becomes marshy and most fear getting stuck there.
By the time noon came around we docked the boat at a small island where not to many come around. The lake is owned by and maintained by the U.S Army Corps. of Engineers. So they pretty much trimmed down the higher grass on the islands were boaters stopped to picnic and this was one of those areas but pretty much those walking around couldn’t see only those with any kind of water craft could reach it.
Taking the picnic basket out we ate, laid out, I read a little and basically just soaked up more sun for a while till we walked into the water and took a swim. It was rumored that many years ago, they flooded the area, and along with it they flooded a small town or an area of it. It sits in 90 feet of water and the Army uses it to do scuba dives, practicing and what-nots. I never gave it much thought as I know along with those kind of deep waters come the monster catfish you only see on TV but are rumored to live in the lake though I’ve never heard of them attacking people…you just never know now do you?
He stepped out of the water first and turned tossing me a towel as I walked out next. We gathered everything up and went back on the boat to continue our journey around the lake. We slowed down and talked to a few of the fisherman out on their boats, a couple of Army guards came by on their boats patrolling the area and off to the right you could see a group out riding their horses along the trails. The deeper you go back into the lake areas the less you saw of people, which was the case for us.
I love teasing my ol’ man and he loves when I do it. I pushed up off my stomach and got on all fours, I wiggled my ass back at him getting his attention quickly. I could see his grin, and knew if he stood up I could see the outline of his semi-erect cock as well through his black cargo swimming trunks. I could never see him in a Speedo, even the thought makes me chuckle. Hey, he’s very well built from years in the military but there is just something about a man in either cut-offs, the longer shorts or boxer briefs that makes my engine purr.
By the time sunset was about an hour away we went back into the lake area even deeper. I looked up at the bridge above us, people were standing there getting ready to jump off it into the water and a handful were to the left on the cliffs ready and waiting for us and another boat heading the other way to move out of the way. By this time I was laying back on my back looking up at him and them, tossing a wave to them as they slowly moved from my sight. It was then I pulled my feet up, knees bent and parted them open. I looked at him as he slowed the boat down a bit moving carefully thru the murky waters of the lengthy inlet.
My hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs rubbing my bikini bottom crotch area. My other hand I reached up yanked the strings around my neck undoing them and flipped the top down exposing my tanned breasts to him. I licked my lips and started to tease him again as he steered the boat through the water.
By this time the sun was to set roughly within the next two hours so we headed in deeper, to where a canopy of green hung above us through the narrower passage way. We no longer saw anyone which was sometimes a concern incase anything happened to the boat but we had cell phones with us just in case. He veered off to the right and drove us into a cove area where we swam now and then and it gave us the perfect view of the sun dropping behind the mountains before us. He cut the engine and I stood up not caring if I was topless by now or not and tossed the anchor overboard listening to it hit the surface and felt the backsplash of water on my legs. I waited for it to sink fully as he got up and tugged the rope making sure it was secure before he cranked the music up a bit more and came towards me with a huge Cheshire grin.
I reached out and grabbed my husband’s hips when he got close enough. With a quick motion I stuck my fingers inside the top of his swim trunks and yanked them down past his knees letting go of them as they pooled around his ankles. I laughed out and before I knew it, the trunks were lying there alone on the deck of the boat…and before I knew it we in a very compromising position. He had my bikini bottoms to my ankles now, my arms behind my back held by his one hand around my wrists and me bent over the bench seat. Needless to say it didn’t take long for him to maneuver me about to where my bottoms were off my one ankle and he was grinding against me.
“What did I tell you about teasing Babygirl?” he asked.
I laughed, his voice got real rough and deep and I knew what he wanted to hear yet I held back from saying it. “Nothing!” I said in a loud voice and the next thing I felt was a hand coming down on my ass cheek and the flesh to flesh sound seemed to ring out as I gave a yelp like a wounded mutt.
His lips were at my ear, I could feel his heated breath as well as his turgid cock between my ass cheeks rubbing up and down. “I am only going to ask this once more…what did I tell you about teasing me like that?”
I could feel his fingers and thumb tighten around my wrists as I gave him a struggle making it harder for him to hold me still. “I said nothing!”
Again his large hand came down on my ass and this time I knew he left a red hand print on my ass because my bare cheek stung. I cried out, rearing up like a mare struggling to free myself again. His hand came up from under me, his body pinned me against the bench seat and railing as he fondled my breasts. “So, you wanna play it that way huh?”
I whimpered and tried again to get out from under him and his grasp but failed miserably. He released my hands and as quickly as he did he grabbed them again as he turned me around and pushed me onto the soft padded seat so I was on all fours with my ass up high. I felt his hand on my back up between my shoulder blades. He held me down and I caved, he knew what I wanted and I knew what he did.
We loved the struggle, and I was forever teasing him, whether it is over the phone while he was at work or the hardware store knowing he couldn’t answer back but just listen to me out in public. I loved the quick rub or grope under the table when were sitting there with family. I also enjoyed when I’m sitting across from him and my heels get kicked off and my foot ends up between his legs rubbing slowly and just sitting there all innocent and nobody knows what’s happening under the table. Even if another was watching they never said anything ever.
His thick digits wrapped my throat as he lifted me up to my hands and knees again. I could feel his thumb stroking up and down as I swallowed hard. His hips pulled back and when they did my slopping wet hole became the target and he hit a bull’s-eye dead in the center as I jutted forth and then went back again feeling him take me fast and feverishly. It went on for a while, in fact we fucked all over the boat till almost time for the sun to set. Once the marathon sex was finished we laid back on the floor, the carpet under us with a drink in our hands and just watched the sun say goodnight to us nice and slowly. The sky was truly a sailor’s paradise, the colors were incredible and you could tell by them it was going to be another hot one on Monday.
It didn’t take long before he was sprawled out and snoring lightly. I laughed and pushed myself up and stretched. My arms went up and my fingers locked as my back bent like the shape of the crescent moon above us. I could feel my breasts move with every movement of my arms, and knew if he were watching he’d be all over me again. I took in a long deep breath and looked out to the tall grassy area. I hated to even think about walking through it but when nature calls and it’s a long two hours back or more to the dock or closest port-o-john you weigh your options. I looked at the water and it was darker now, it looked murkier than what it normally does.
So, nature won! I took a look at the sleeping giant and then turned and opened the side door of the boat and stepped on to the small landing closing it behind me. We were roughly twenty feet from shoreline; I sucked in a deep breath and dove in swimming towards shore. I figure it would take me five minutes to do what I needed to and I would be back in ten to wake him so we could head back to the marina and load the boat before it got to late. There was a hint of light left in the day when I dove in but when I crawled naked out on to the bank that hint was gone.
I tried remembering where I seen bushes at and at that point I really wasn’t to sure. All I could think about was snakes and creepy crawly things moving about the tall grass and that freaked me out a bit making goose-bumps appear on my skin. I placed my arms out before me and pushed aside the blades of tall grass and stepped back in a little further. I really didn’t want to be caught going to the bathroom by anyone as it is a bit personal, hell I’d rather be caught screwing my husband than that.
Finding a place that would work, I did my thing and then stood up. Just as I did I heard the bushes behind me rustle about and scare the living shit out of me. I panicked. For all I knew it could be anything from a rabid skunk to a wild maniac that broke free from prison. I got a little flustered and never even looked around before I started to run, all I know was I could feel the grass brushing against my legs as I ran through it. There was one point where I now I ran along side a thorn bush because I could feel the sharp tips cut lightly on my outer calf.
I stopped and looked quickly; I couldn’t see anything as we never turned on the lights of the boat yet. I listened for the sound of water and ran towards it. I never even thought to listen if I heard anything following me as I just ran. The bushes moved again, maybe it was in my head, the wind or something but as soon as I grabbed my breath I headed towards the sound of water again. I didn’t want to scream but I wasn’t sure where I was or even if my husband could hear me so I just continued in a direction I thought was right. I could feel the ground under my feet getting sloshy as I ran, I could feel water and bits of muddy ground around my ankles and I knew then I was headed the wrong way.
Turning to the right I continued to run straight towards water sounds. Thought it never dawned on me that the water was almost completely surrounding this area. The bridge was on the other side down about thirty minutes where the water split around the inlet. We went left and were in pretty deep where the ground was marshy.
Breathing heavier I stopped and leaned forth trying to gain my composure, I knew I was screwed unless I found my way back to the boat. I was either headed towards the bridge or towards the mountain range and I wasn’t sure which at this point. I could feel my feet sinking into the wet watery ground as I stood there. It was cold feeling and I could feel the grass blades brushing against my ankles. Sucking in a deep breath I released it slowly and just picked a way to go looking for any kind of light and saw nothing. So, straight it was.
Now walking I could feel the water getting deeper up my legs and thought maybe I was headed in the right direction but just going an around about way. I stopped again and listened, all I could hear was the normal sounds of the marsh at night around me. I lifted my foot and took a step forth and before I knew it, my foot wet down into the water and the rest followed with as I went feet first into a deep liquid filled hole.
There wasn’t even a loud splash it was like a soft ‘schlooop’ and I was breast deep within it. It was just about then the moon came out from behind the night clouds and gave me a sliver of light to see around me. I had no idea what I was in; I just know it was semi-watery on the top and thick below from my knees down. It felt like mud as I tried to stand on it to walk towards the edge of the hole but it grabbed my feet and suctioned my lower legs into it. I couldn’t see anything as the hole was hidden quite well with tall grass around it and a few clumps of cat tails.
I watched as I rested my arms on the surface. I stopped all my movement and just watching the liquid surface around me. It seemed like it wiggled to a stop, like a wave going out and then back in till I tried tugging my foot out again and it started quivering once again and moved around me. I knew then exactly what I was sunk into and felt my heart race within my chest as it felt it move quickly into my throat.
“HELP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn’t care if it was an axe murderer out there following me or not, I knew I was literally in deep trouble. I tried leaning forth, my bountiful bare breasts pushed within the oozing surface as I tried to ‘swim’ towards the edge and as I did my whole body moved as did the surface as I lifted my head from upon it and sliced through it with my arms. Everything moved but my feet, I twisted and turned my whole body and the more I did the more the hold seemed to tighten and pull me down within it.
“John-n-n-n!” I screamed out hoping my husband would hear me and come running to my rescue. I heard nothing as I swallowed hard and felt the surface come to a stop again as I did. It did what seemed like a slow undulating dance around me, it waved in and out then quivered ever so slowly and then came to a sudden stop. It then continued in a new direction like the music of nature changed it tune and it circled around me as I watched and felt it taking me slowly.
I knew then it was quicksand; I knew this could be my ending if I didn’t get out or get help. “Fuck me” I yelled out as I began to now panic a great deal. I tried again to loosen my legs by using a swimming motion but by that time I started getting tired and I was sinking quicker. The surface had moved up over my breasts, and I could feel the thicker sandy mix creeping up above my knees far below. The surface sloshed around me as I reached up and flailed my arms around, my calls for help echoing in the woods around me as I sank deeper into the sandy slurry.
My arms laid on the surface as I breathed fast and heavier than normal as I felt it moving up my lower thighs, or me just sinking in deeper. I knew which it was and tried leaning left feeling the watery surface against my cheek as I pushed my arms down and grabbed a hold of my right thigh and tried tugging my leg out, only to wiggle myself in deeper and deeper as I then tried the left as I tossed my head to the other side and held my breath hoping I would hit bottom any minute now.
Bugs were beginning to fly about me; I could feel a mosquito on my arm as I rested both outwards on the surface and tried to float. They were out late, the water was stale, stagnant where i was sunken into, I knew there had to be other creatures lurking about and the thought of one being a snake scared the living shit out of me and I began to move like crazy, but so did the surface as it moved up over my shoulders.
“JOHN! Help me p-please-e!” I screamed as loud as I could feel my throat burning afterwards. All I could picture was a snake slithering into the pit with me and coiling around my neck and squeezing or biting me. The more I thought about it the more scared I got. “J-J-O-H-N-N-N…HELP ME!” I screamed again and again till I couldn’t any more.
The quicksand moved in every direction and then circled as I felt it move up around my neck. This was the more of a soupy liquid mix of water and sand that I was sunken into. This wasn’t what I watched on TV, the thick stuff like what was under me moving up my legs, hugging my upper thighs and squeezing them. The surface rippled out and back in, I felt it up under my chin now. I felt tired and didn’t feel like moving any part of me as the day had been long and swimming as well as the sex took a lot of my energy.
But, was I ready to give up? I threw my head back and felt it move around my face. I couldn’t hear anything as most of my head was under the quicksand surface. I lifted my arms up from the pit and stretched them up above me and closed my eyes and once more I yelled out as loud as I could for my husband, “HELP ME JOHN!” and waited knowing I didn’t have much time left. My whole body was almost completely submerged and I guess this is what all those people on talk shows and in books talk about where everything in your life flashes before your eyes before you die. I pictured the day we had, I pictured the sports events we went to, and him doing goofy ass things like always. I could hear his voice in my head and as all this was happening I just dropped my hands down and felt them go under the surface with the rest of me but around my face.
I knew that once I slipped into the pit and I felt the liquid boggy mass wasn’t going to free me, it was going to hold me captive and it did like I was its prey for the day or month who knows how long. The grip it had was firm, I gave one last squirm and tried slipping my fingers down between my legs and the muck to see if I could pop the seal around my legs but that didn’t happen. I gasped a deep breath as the opening around my face grew smaller and smaller. I took three long gasps and held the third as I closed my eyes and felt the sand and water working together and drag me under as I felt myself become its prisoner.
I was able to get an arm up and out of the surface and feel the last bit of warm night air wash over my wet fingers as I wiggled them. I thought to myself as I continued to hold my breath how Houdini must of felt encased in glass submerged taking his last breath as I was but this wasn’t a trick. I thought about all the times I had played tricks and pranks on my husband and now karma was kind of biting me in the ass. If he heard me he probably thought I was just messing around with him, playing the girl who cried wolf so the jokes on me now.
Everything was going black. I was struggling hard as I could as I felt that last bit of air release from my lungs. I could feel the thick mire from under grabbing my hips as the surface pooled around my thin wrist. My mind went blank and it was then I felt a hand grip mine and tug on me. I was fighting for air at this point, I was tired and yet that grip of another’s hand gave me the adrenaline rush I needed to continue to fight.
I twisted my other arm about and pushed it up through the surface and felt a second hand grab mine and yank me hard, hard enough to break a bit of suction from my sandy warden’s hold. I felt the rippling surface break away from my face as I opened my mouth and gasped out for a breath of air.
The moon shined behind the tall shadowy figure but before it even spoke out I knew who it was and I could feel myself immediately fight to keep a hold of my husband’s hands. The watery miry mix made it hard, as he tugged and tugged to bring my head up and try and pull my legs out from the thickness below. “You are so lucky I heard you yell out. I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it in my dream or for real.” He said as his teeth clenched and he tugged on me harder.
I couldn’t say anything as I choked back the tears. My ears were still semi-under as he spoke and it wasn’t as if I could read his lips. My arms felt like rubber as he fought to pull me out to a point where I had my head above the wet sandy mixture along with my shoulders. “Stay still and don’t struggle at all you won’t sink you’ll stay exactly where you are. I’ll be back. Just rest your arms on the surface and damn it listen to me for once and I mean don’t move a muscle.” I knew by the tone of his voice he was serious but I didn’t want him to leave me now that I was in the safety of his very being.
“Don’t go!” I yelled as he looked down onto me in the pit. “Please Honey don’t leave me here…” I begged as I watched him stand up.
“Baby I will be right back I need to go grab rope and the flashlight off the boat. I promise I’ll be back. When I yell out I want you to yell as loud as you can back to me. The boat isn’t that far. Now, just stay still Babygirl it’s going to be alright I promise.”
His words, his voice seemed to sooth me over as they always did. I watched as he turned and left me there in the pit alone again. I could feel panic slowly returning again and tried hard to fight it. I kept telling myself I was going to be okay. But, it was hard to actually believe it when you’re neck deep in a dangerous liquid mire that could just suck you in easily and never allow you to leave its grip. I closed my eyes and just listened to his voice in my head, telling me he would be back…that I would be fine and before I knew it I could hear a squelching and slurping sound and knew it was him walking towards me in the marsh.
“See I told you I would be back Babygirl.” He said as he placed the light on the ground and pushed away the tall grass and cat tails while he made a lasso out of the rope and tested it with a tug before he tossed it to me. At the same time I could feel the wet sand easing up, slowly releasing me as I held still floating within its ‘belly’. The lasso looped around me and landed upon the surface with a thud as I could feel the murky water from the small puddles on the surface splash my face. “Don’t move…I’m going to pull it tight around you. The less you move the better off it will be.”
I nodded my head and then a tired whispering soft voice came out from me, “okay Honey” I knew to listen to him at this point as he was in full control.
I felt the rope tighten around me, I could feel the thick mass under the surface gripping my thighs loosen up as I stayed still and in a quick jerk he tugged me. I felt the rope tighten around me and clench my body like a tight girdle. I cried out to the night as the rope felt like it cut me in two though I know it didn’t. The quicksand released me as I could feel myself being pulled out upon the surface. When I got in arms reach my husband dropped the rope and reached for me once again.
His hands gripped my wrists tightly and I gripped his back as I felt him pull me out and upon the marshy slushy ground. I didn’t care that it was watery; all I cared was that there was solid ground under the few inches of water. He helped me up and just held my wet cold body against him. I could feel myself shaking within his arms. Releasing me he grabbed the rope and rolled it up putting his arm through the center and pushing it up over his shoulder. He handed me the flashlight and then turned me and picked me up in his arms and carried my naked ass back to the shoreline.
He was wet as well from the three trips between the boat and shore. The night air changed temperature and turned chilly. He put me down on my feet and kissed my lips. “You okay to swim to the boat?”
“Yea, I am.” We both headed in, but I stopped when I got waist deep as a quick flash back of being stuck in that slushy pit came rushing back. I felt like I choked but then heard him calling me and I dove in and swam aside my husband. Once back on the boat we changed into dry clothing and wrapped in a shared blanket and headed back to the marina we docked out of.
He put in another Rush CD and left it play low as he wrapped an arm around me and steered us out into the main lake. “You know you owe me BIG time now don’t you? Babygirl, something in my head told me something was wrong when I could hear you. It was a feeling in my gut…though ya still owe me!” we laughed.
I didn’t need to see his face, I knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious when he spoke about that feeling because when two are so close it’s there. “I guess I do…” I knew I really did. That night taught me a lesson or two but it also showed me truly what we had between us. I kissed his cheek and never looked back as I knew we’d be back again though this time…the call of nature will wait or…I definitely think differently next time.