It was evening. Arthur sat at the bow of the six-seater boat, occasionally spitting into the water. He relatively recently began to transport on this section of a wide, slowly flowing river. However, even poor experience told him that in the late afternoon someone would definitely ask to be transported to the other side. Busy hiking trails criss-crossed the plain in all directions, and the nearest bridge was a long way off, even by local standards.
Premonition did not deceive: on a gentle path that descended to the water, a slender female figure appeared. The woman was clearly in a hurry. A medium-sized travel bag dangled from her tanned shoulder, thumping mercilessly on her hip, as if carved by the hand of a skilled craftsman. The dress, barely covering her shoulders, fluttered from fast walking, exposing her tanned knees. Taking a breath, the woman asked:
- Will you move to the other side?
Arthur looked at her thoughtfully, kneading a cigarette in his fingers, which had been worn during the day.
- I do not know! he drawled lazily. - Usually I wait until three people come together. - I'm in a hurry, - the woman impatiently shifted from foot to foot. - And then, I'll pay well! “Usually I transfer three people,” Arthur repeated. "I'll pay for three," the woman said nervously, starting to get annoyed. “No,” she went on hastily, “I will pay more!” How many people can this vessel hold? - she casually nodded at the boat, which slightly offended the imperturbable carrier. "It will cost you dearly," he replied coldly. - How? the woman snapped. “I would like to take you in kind,” Arthur blurted out, and at first he himself was frightened by what he said, but then curiosity seized him. - In kind? - such surprise was heard in the woman's voice that Arthur involuntarily raised his eyes and their eyes met.
"The lady, you see, is intelligent," fragmentary thoughts rushed through Arthur's head. - "And she is pretty. A little thin, but good ... And, you see, a bag full of money."
In addition, he noticed that her eyes were dark with anger, and her sensual mouth was twisted into a grimace of contempt.
- What is there to be surprised? Arthur rolled his eyes and grinned. - I'm taking you to the other side, right? And you pay me with this same ... that is, in kind.
Arthur felt that the woman was carefully examining him and was embarrassed, although he knew that he was beautifully built: his tanned body, as if carved with an ax from a piece of bog oak, made, as a rule, a strong impression on the women with whom he had occasion to deal.
The summer evening faded into silence. Arthur thought he could hear the restless breathing of the woman before him. He couldn't help but look at her. Much to his surprise, there was a dramatic change in her: from the recent outburst of rage there was not a trace left, curiosity and hidden expectation shone in her eyes.
"I'm ready," she said slowly, and their eyes met for the second time. "I... was joking," Arthur muttered uncertainly. - That's how? - the woman went limp.
Arthur could have sworn there was disappointment in her voice. This gave him courage again. - No, of course you are very beautiful! - this confession of his escaped so involuntarily that the woman smiled. - Sit down!
The woman sat in the stern, leaned back a little, and closed her eyes. Her thin, tender neck with a softly pulsing vein made Arthur have a burning desire to bite into her lips and kiss her unconscious, and her slender legs, slightly open in the slightly parted section of the dress, attracted him like a magnet. Barely perceptibly, the woman moved her legs and the incision spread even more, exposing a neat mole on her thigh. Arthur swallowed and leaned on the oars. With embarrassment, he thought that on the opposite bank he would have to stand up and his trousers protruding a good thirty centimeters would give him away.
The woman in the stern stirred.
"Help me up," she said suddenly. - My legs are numb.
Arthur dropped the oars.
- Well, what about you? The woman held out her hand to him.
Sparks of slyness shone in her eyes. Arthur, as if spellbound, got up and extended his wide, strong hand to her. The woman glanced at the mighty figure and, leaning lightly on his arm, stood up. Suddenly, as if she had stumbled, she almost fell on top of him. Arthur's bulging trousers rested on her soft, round belly, clearly visible under the dress.
- O! she exclaimed, and her wet lips parted expectantly.
Arthur, beside himself with lust, clung to them with his imperious strong lips. Standing in a boat drifting slowly in the middle of the river, they merged in a passionate embrace.
Arthur's hands, in addition to his consciousness, began to move. They reached out to the cherished places, but the clothes prevented them from enjoying all the beauty of the passenger's body. She helped, seized by the same fever of impatience.
Arthur still could not cope with the two delicate lace cups that covered her fresh breasts. And then, without any visible effort, he unfastened the ingenious clasps, finally exposing what he so passionately aspired to.
The lady, choking with passion, offered her charms to him, with an impatient, greedy hand, penetrating through the unbuttoned zipper under his trousers, now with gentle squeezes, now with prudent movements, forcing Arthur to growl dully. In order for the denouement not to come unacceptably quickly, Arthur carefully lowered his passenger to the bottom of the boat and, supporting his powerful body in the weight, completely mastered her. Her legs dangled over the sides, ankle-deep in the dark river water. In especially sweet moments, she beat them on the water like a wild duck with wings under a drake that covered her. With pleasant amazement, Arthur felt under him her light, but flexible and strong body. He slightly slowed down his movements, trying to prolong the pleasure, and she, sensing this, leaned towards him, whispering some incoherent words into his ear with hot lips in half-consciousness.
Another wave of lust took possession of Arthur. His powerful deep blows instantly brought her to a paroxysm of passion: she thrashed, helping him with hitherto unknown tricks. At the climax, his growl seemed to reverberate throughout the river. Softly, enjoying contentment and peace, they lay for some time at the bottom of the boat, expressing gratitude to each other with gentle touches. Then Arthur sat down on the can, pulled on his trousers and took up the oars. The passenger, without a shadow of embarrassment, put herself in order at the stern.
- It was an advance, wasn't it? - with a slight hoarseness in her voice, she asked serenely. - The final settlement on the other side. Do you agree?
Arthur almost dropped his oars and glanced quickly at the woman across from him. She did not look away, and he easily convinced that she was not joking.
- Yes! - he breathed and furiously leaned on the oars, directing the boat straight to the dense thickets of hazel on the opposite bank.