Their Bloody Rose

Soaking Wet, But Not Just From The River

The first stretch of the river was rather calm, which was good since it let Fiona and Marissa find their rhythm together. Fiona knew they'd need to be in sync to make it through the rougher sections up ahead. She'd been a little worried Marissa wouldn't like it or wouldn't be able to find a groove, but she had taken to it like a seasoned pro pretty quick.

When they hit the first set of rapids Fiona called out quick instructions and Marissa followed them perfectly in sync with her. They cut through the rushing water with ease, both of them laughing and shouting with glee as they got to calmer waters again.

"This is amazing!" Marissa yelled to Fiona with a huge smile on her face. She'd never thought it would be as thrilling as it was, and yet somehow also relaxing in its own odd way. But with Fiona there to guide her, it all just felt so easy and natural.

As they hit the next set of rapids Fiona had to call out fewer instructions as Marissa just knew what to do. Near the end of that stretch, they hit a wave that just doused the pair of them in water from head to toe. They both were practically cackling with glee as they looked each other over completely soaked.

The way Marissa's clothes clung to her body had Fiona biting her lip as she stared at her. Her plump little breasts and hard nipples were practically on full display beneath the thin, wet fabric of her crop top. What Fiona wouldn't give to take one of those nipples in her mouth, making Marissa moan out her name like she'd been dreaming of for so long.

Fiona was lost in her dirty thoughts when their raft hit a rock on her side. All of a sudden she went flying over Marissa's side of the raft and right into the water. Marissa quickly caught Fiona's arm and pulled her up into the raft before steering them to a nearby bank where they could stop for a moment.

Marissa wrapped her arms around Fiona's soaking wet body, pulling her into her lap as they both caught their breath.

"You ok?" Marissa asked as she gently brushed the wet hair out of Fiona's face.

"Yeah I'm good," Fiona replied as she looked up at Marissa with a smile. "I've been thrown far worse than that on this river. Thank you for pulling me out though. I guess I was just a little distracted."

The rose color blooming on Fiona's cheeks gave her away as she looked down at the raft unable to hold Marissa's gaze.

"Oh? And what got my great river guide so distracted," Marissa asked teasingly having a pretty good idea what it was. She'd only worn a thin sports bra under her crop top that day and she knew when the water hit them both Fiona would have been able to see nearly everything through the thin wet fabric.

Fiona blushed harder. Her mind was racing trying to find some semblance of a response for Marissa, but any she came up with didn't do anything to make it less embarrassing for her. Marissa just had this power over her that she couldn't explain. It was like she knew all the ways to get under her skin and drive her mad with desire.

Fiona hadn't realized she'd been biting her lip until Marissa used her thumb to pull it free.

"You keep biting your lip like that," Marissa said with thick desire in her voice making heat flood between Fiona's legs, "and we might just have to tie off this raft for a bit while I take you in those woods right there."

Fiona's eyes snapped up to Marissa's in surprise. Would she really do that? Out here where anyone could stumble across them? Granted the only way someone actually could would be if they came down the river after them, and Jerry had already told her no one else was coming down today. But still!

Fiona's mind raced with the possibilities and she again didn't realize that in her thinking she was biting her lip. That is, until she heard a lustful growl come from Marissa.