The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 12
Crossing State Lines
(Very Hard Core Scene Ahead!)

Despite sleeping on an air mattress in the back of a station wagon, I only woke up twice during the night. The first time would have been aggravating had Lisa not been asleep snuggled up tight against me with her head resting on my chest. I was awakened though by the sound of a Harley cruising into the camping area. It sounded like it stopped over by the RV and I heard a male and female voice for a few moments laughing and talking before they went on inside. Lisa slept right through it. I felt another part of me begin to wake up as I listened to the sound of her breathing and enjoyed the feeling of her bare skin against mine.

The second time I was awakened was just as dawn was breaking and was much, much better. Lisa was hovering over my prone form and the sensation of her impaling herself on my morning wood and her hair falling into my face were what woke me up.

Surprise! she said, her giggles music to my ears. She started thrusting on me and insisted on doing all of the work herself.

Lie back and enjoy this! she gasped and locked her lips on mine. Her tongue knocked on the door and I let it right in.

Yeah, I know sex is supposed to come after wet and messy in these stories, but wet both ended up pretty wet and messy considering how horny Lisa was and how her juices flowed out onto me and how when we finished she just collapsed onto me and we made out in the humid morning air.

Let's go skinny dipping! she declared, rising up on all fours over me. Come on!

All I could do was chuckle because she was already opening the car door and slipping out. Like the rope over the Cumberland, I was going with her or she was going alone.

Get out here, City Boy! she teased, yanking my arm as I slid out of the car.

All right! I'm coming! I relented.

Lisa giggled at me standing buck naked next to the car. She looked like a wild girl someone might see in the woods who had been raised by wolves or something. Her hair was crusty from constant dunking in the muddy water the day before. Dampened by sweating just now, strands of it stuck to her forehead and cheeks. And naked as I was, she was a vision of loveliness in the first inkling of light, no matter how she looked.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the lake.

Ooch! Ouch! we both complained crossing the gravel the cars were parked in until we got to the grass. Neither of us had even thought to slip on our lake shoes. The grass ended at a natural sand strip. It was very narrow, but if the lake was at its normal level, it might have even been a small beach for the campground. We held hands and waded in.

The temperature wasn't exactly warm yet, but it was humid and the water was warm and very inviting. It wasn't nearly as muddy here either, possibly because it didn't have a hundred people or so churning it up. We walked out until we were about waist deep and dove on in.

We didn't exactly swim much. We mostly splashed at each other and giggled, or held each other, kissing and groping whatever on the other person we could get our hands on.

I guess this counts for getting a bath, I said.

We probably ought to do something else to clean up, she replied. You look kinda scruffy!

I did need a shave at that. And since we forgot to do anything before leaving Paris Landing, and we hadn't passed a real restroom on our way here, we hadn't taken care of any oral hygiene the night before. Not that we would have necessarily thought of it. We had other things on our minds!

Lisa raked the back of her hand across my beard. I kinda like it, though! she commented with her trademark giggle. Even though things were far from certain for us, I somehow managed to love her a little more each day.

We had started out a little cautious at first, staying down in the water and stopping every once in a while to listen for cars. As time wore on though, we got more and more comfortable, coming up into the shallow water. I also playfully tossed her a few times and we did the trick where she stood on my shoulders and I launched her into the air. Swimming with your clothes on is fun, but swimming in your bare ass has its finer points too, especially if it's just you and someone you're crazy about.

It's easy to forget that you're not the only people in the world at a time like this. The first light of dawn had given way to daylight and we were still out there, swimming, splashing, wrestling and dunking each other's naked bodies. More than once, one of us had dove under and kissed or teased the other's nether region. We would have stayed a lot longer, but

We were facing each other in waist deep water. I grabbed Lisa and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. Lisa was screaming and laughing at the top of her lungs because, as I mentioned, it's easy to forget you're not the only two people around. I turned toward the shore because I was going to get out of the water and get a running start back in to dive under and dunk her. However I stopped in my tracks. A man and woman were leaning against the passenger side door of the Class C RV and quietly laughing their asses off at us. They were obviously the people who had rode in on the Harley in the wee hours of the morning. He was bald and heavy-set, wearing a pair of cut off shorts and nothing else. She was also in cut offs like the mechanic girl in the restaurant that were so short I could see her hip pockets sticking out of the legs from where I was. She also wore a black Sturgis tank top.

Shit! I exclaimed and dunked us both under the water. Lisa had no idea what was happening and screamed as we both went under.

She figured it out when we came up. She started to stand all the way up, but I pulled her back down so only her head was out of the water. She started to say something to me when the guy yelled out, YEAH! Shootin' us the moon! (Most of me was under water when I saw them, but Lisa was over my shoulder with her ass facing them.)

She closed her mouth, forgetting whatever admonishment she was going to give me for dropping her in the shallow water and pulling her back down and simply said, Oh.

May as well not be shy! the woman said. We've been watchin' y'all from inside for forty minutes since you woke us up! You ain't got nothin' left we ain't already seen!

Lisa and I stared at each other. She started turning red and I felt the flushing sensation myself. Then we both started laughing at the same time. Strange how something so embarrassing is actually funny when you're with someone you're in love with. It also helped that one, the man and woman weren't the cops or rangers, and two, they seemed to be laughing with us and not at us. They were maybe in their mid-to-late thirties with overly tanned skin and from their amused expressions, it seemed like they had been caught in the same situation a time or two.

Go on! the woman urged while the guy laughed, shaking his bare belly like Santa. Go ahead and have some fun! We may come on out there in a minute and join you!

Lisa was the freest spirit I ever met and she brought that out in me better than anyone else ever has, (although I was reminded just today of a couple of skinny-dipping parties my wife and I were part of back when we had the pool at our first house, but that's for later), but I don't think even she was too keen on skinny-dipping with a biker couple we really hadn't even met. Who knows what else they might suggest doing?

That's O.K, Lisa replied.

Yeah, I think we've had enough, I added.

Suit yourself! she called back.

Quietly, so only Lisa would hear, I said, We may as well get out. They're not going anywhere and they've seen everything already.

She snickered and added, What the hell?

We stood back up in the waist deep water, Lisa flashing her quite impressive tits at them, held hands and walked up to the grass and toward the cars, snickering all the way.

How's the water? the guy asked.

Fine. It's really warm, Lisa replied.

That's what I needed to hear! the woman said. In one motion she yanked the tank top over her head, revealing no bra and very, very white bikini tan lines on her boobs. As her (Husband? Friend? Old man?) watched and laughed, she undid and dropped her shorts to the ground, showing off the fact she had no panties either. She left her clothes on the ground and started for the lake. The guy dropped his shorts and a pair of white briefs, revealing his own tan lines, among other things, and followed after her. We had reached the cars by that point and were sort of using the big Mercury as a shield, but we couldn't help watching them for a minute or two. After all, we apparently had been very entertaining to them!

Oooo! They're right! It is warm! the woman squealed. Lisa and I chuckled at the white line crossing her back and her very white ass separating a deep tan everywhere else. The guy caught up with her and swept her up and ran a few steps to dive and dunk her. They started playing around like we weren't even there, so we figured that was a good time to make our exit.

I got my bag out of the trunk of the Impala and carried it back to where Lisa had opened the Mercury's tailgate. She had already pulled her clothes out: Bright blue bra with spaghetti straps, pink and red striped bikini panties, the blue and white paisley camisole top she jumpeduhfell into the lake wearing when we met and a worn pair of Wranglers.

You wearing jeans to the water park? I asked.

If I can get away with it. Uncle Roy never cares, she replied. Flipping her head toward the naked swimming bikers she added, I suddenly have the urge to be covered up a little better for some reason. Then she cocked her head to the side and shot me a sly expression that tempted me to just throw her still-naked body in the back of the wagon and go for it and said, Besides, I thought you said I was sexy in wet jeans!

I seem to mention making that comment, I replied and pulled her close to me for a long kiss.

When I slid my hands down to caress her soft, bare ass, she pulled back and said, Keep that up and we'll never get going!

I flipped my eyebrows at her, gave her one more kiss and let her go. I got into my bag of stuff. I had brought plenty knowing we'd be wet most of the time. If she was wearing jeans, I was wearing jeans. The worst that could happen was that they told us to change, so I got out a pair of Wranglers of my own, a red printed muscle t-shirt from the Country Music Hall of Fame and a pair of teal boxer briefs. We both put on our water sneakers, which ironically hadn't gotten wet yet, and looked at the map. In those days Land Between the Lakes wasn't as developed as it is now, but there were some designated picnic areas with real restrooms. We picked one to stop at and Lisa followed me out of our rustic overnight accommodations.

It seemed strange going in two cars. I suppose we could have left one behind because the original plan was to camp again on Sunday night. However in the end, I am glad we took both and besides, we probably weren't coming back here. We had no idea how long our friends intended to stay.

It felt good to brush my teeth and shave. My hair felt like straw and so did Lisa's, and we both smelled like the lake. At least we didn't smell like mud anymore. For once, Lisa didn't get totally made up. She only did it because I had said that I thought washed out makeup on a wet girl was sexy, but I didn't blame her for not doing it today without being able to wash everything out of her pores from the day before.

Thanks to our early start, we found a little restaurant in Grand Rivers that was still serving breakfast. After that, we left my car in the beach parking lot at Kentucky Dam Village State Park and drove the short distance to Wonder Waters in the wagon. That is to say that I drove and Lisa laid her head on me. I loved my country girl.

The place was not very big, but it looked fun. There was a three-flume concrete water slide, bumper boats and a Rampage slide. They were popular in the eighties and early nineties. You rode a sled down a flume that dropped you off just above the water in a long pool and then you skimmed across it. The last one I saw was still in operation at Hurricane Bay in Arlington, TX a few years ago.

They also had a go-cart track and apparently helicopter rides in one of those big bastards like they used to have on the TV show Riptide.

They sold individual rides by the half hour or all day rides for everything. I bought us all day wrist bands that allowed us in and out privileges.

Can we ride like this, or do we need to change? Lisa asked.

The girl selling tickets looked at our outfits while she put on our wristbands and said, You're fine! We don't care what you wear as long as you're decent.

You hear that? We're 'decent', I joked.

She should have seen us this morning, Lisa shot back.

What should we do first? I asked.

Definitely the water slide, Lisa responded and headed toward it. May as well get good and drenched right away. Let's leave our shoes on too. There's a lot of gravel.

I'd walked across enough gravel today in my bare feet already so she got no argument from me.

We didn't need to worry about our clothes. We definitely weren't the ones who looked like we were the least ready to swim. We stepped through the gate by the splash pool just as two women came down together. They literally looked like they were playing in an underwater LPGA golf tournament. One had a red golf shirt on and a red golf skirt that went below the knee. She was the older one. The younger one wore a blue golf skirt the same length with a light blue blouse with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Right behind them came two guys in jeans and t-shirts, each one looking to be about the same age as each of the ladies.

I wasn't sure if what I was seeing was a couple with their son and daughter-in-law or vice versa, or if it was a couple with two grown siblings. The younger ones looked awfully young to be married, but then again, this was the South. One the other hand, they seemed really friendly for brother and sister.

By the time we got our mats, they were a few ahead of us. We were in line at the top and I leaned over to Lisa and whispered, What do you think is up with the lady golfers?

She snickered and whispered back into my ear, They're probably Apostolic. They don't believe in bathing suits and think everyone should be covered up all the time. I bet it's heck on hot days.

On the other hand, you can swim in whatever you like, I countered.

We do that anyway!

If you've never heard of this, here's video of some of them swimming at a church picnic.






Notice the shirts and long skirts. I had never heard of this at the time, even though we have them in Indiana too. They just aren't as observant as in the south. Some live down the street from us. I saw the mom a few years ago at our community pool wear a long purple t-shirt dress in swimming. It sort of backfired because the cotton dress clung to every detail of her bra and panties when she got out. So much for modesty. Since then she and her daughter wear modest swimwear consisting of rash guard shirts and long swim skirts.

Sorry, got sidetracked. Now you know where Darcie gets that. Where was I? Oh yeah, at the top of the water slide.

Can we ride together? Lisa asked the guard at the top, but smiling and looking at me.

Sure, just send one mat down ahead of you and ride on the other, the guard replied. Just keep one if you want to do that all the time.

Unlike her Uncle Roy's slide, this one had water jets at the top instead of an upper pool. Lisa let her mat go on down and I set mine in the flume. Lisa stepped down into the flume. The water jets immediately turned the faded legs of her Wranglers a bright, shiny blue. She sat down on the mat and the jets soaked the rest of her, at least in the back. I followed right behind her, soaking my Wranglers, underwear and the back of my shirt. I stuck my hands into the powerful jets so they would push us off and Lisa squealed as the water sprayed everywhere and finished drenching us.

The slide went relatively straight down the hill through some S turns and then did a complete 180 before dumping into the splash pool. Lisa and I went straight under almost as soon as we hit the pool. It felt good to be wet again and especially good to be wet with my Lisa. Writing this brings back the memories of how much we were in love and how much fun it was just being together. I was a goof ball at heart and she made me let it out.

I had to retrieve the first mat that had floated toward the recycle vent. Lisa climbed halfway up the steps out of the splash pool and turned around. Her hair was part plastered to her head and part just going wild. The white parts of her top hinted at her flesh and her bra underneath, and her jeansoh did I love that girl in wet jeans!

She threw her arms out and pouted out her lower lip. You got me ALL WET! she moaned, and slapped both arms against her legs and made little splatters of water come out of the fabric.

I couldn't think of a comeback. I just stood there in the pool and laughed at her.

Isn't that the point? one of the girls guarding the splash pool said who was also laughing at her performance.

I guess you're right! she declared as I joined her on the steps. I put my arm around her to escort her out. Let's go again then! she bubbled like a ditz, bobbing her head back and forth with each word. I've mentioned that I loved my little goof ball, right?

We put the second mat up that we had sent down ahead of us and just rode together on one. Over and over we went down, fully clothed, like a couple of dorks.

We got tired of climbing and checked out the bumper boats. They were pretty boring for people who didn't know what they were doing. However if you got your approach just right, you could hit people with a pretty big splash. They also had water running out of a large pipe along the side. I recruited a couple of kids to help me push Lisa toward it.

Hey! Hey! This isn't fair! she protested as we overpowered her boat and she came closer and closer to the dumping water. NO! she shouted as she slipped under it. With the crowd watching in hysterics, we kept her there, gallons of water pouring over her head, with her arms crossed and her lower lip pouted out. She loved being the victim in front of a crowd.

Our ride was over and we got right back in line again. This time she recruited different kids to get her revenge on me. I tried to keep away, but I finally got cornered and they shoved me under the deluge. I got cooled off anyway!

We went on the Rampage slide. There were a bunch of kids who were trying to make it all the way across the pool. That was actually easy to do if you leaned forward going down to pick up speed and leaned back at the end to skim across the water. It was sort of the same strategy we used for dam sliding. That wasn't very fun though so Lisa and I started trying to see who could do the biggest crash and burn at the bottom and splash the most people in line.

We stayed sopping wet fully clothed all day. The clean water from the slides sort of rinsed our hair out, but during the afternoon we took a break and went to Kentucky Dam Village State Park and relaxed on the raft for a while before getting dinner at a little drive in and going back to Wonder Waters to soak ourselves until it closed.

I braved getting the front seat wet to bring my car back with us for the evening. As Wonder Waters was getting ready to close, I looked across the road to a little motel with a pool out front.

Want to sleep in a bed tonight, I asked.

Looking at me slyly as we waited our turn to go down the water slide in the dark, Lisa replied, I'd like to do more than just sleep in a bed tonight.

We drove over and went to the office soaking wet. The clerk, a teenage girl that I assumed was probably the owner's daughter, didn't even bat an eye. This was a small roadside motel, the kind that are almost gone if they haven't been turned into cheap apartments. It was before the days of computerized check-in when you still filled out a registration card. Lisa watched me print my name. I grinned at her and out in front of it printed, Mr. and Mrs. She really got tickled over that.

Is the pool closed yet? she asked.

Technically, yeah, the clerk replied, but we never lock it. Dad doesn't care if you want to go out there as long as you don't make too much noise.

Living in this laid back part of the country had its charms.

That was my Lisa for you, too. We had been wet more than dry all day long and we were standing in this little motel office soaking wet, and Lisa still wanted to use the pool. And unlike a lot of guys I see, I never ever let her do it alone. If it was cool or raining or we both would look like complete idiots, I was right behind her if I wasn't beside her or dragging her in with me. She always did the same for me. All I had to ask was, Want to get wet? (or muddy or whatever) and she was in. Too bad I wasn't with her after I discovered pies. (But stay tuned. Something similar is going to happen in a chapter or two.)

The teenage clerk gave me one of the old hard keys with the great big key ring that had the motel's name on it.

This place reminds me of Lori's, Lisa said while we were getting our duffle bags from the cars.

Lori's? I repeated.

Her dad owns a place in town that is a little bit bigger than this, she explained. It's my third favorite place to go swimming after my house and the dam.

We tossed our bags, car keys, purse and wallet in the room and left with just the key. Like the clerk said, the sign claimed the pool closed at nine p.m., but the gate was not only unlocked, it wasn't even latched.

We both went over to the edge and bent down to test the temperature. It was as heavenly warm as the water had been by our little primitive camp site that morning. We stood and Lisa flipped one foot behind the other to kick off her shoe.

We won't need these anymore, she said. Her shoe didn't come off right away, though. She was struggling with it when I swept her up into my arms, eliciting a delighted squeal.

Ah, they're already wet, I declared and walked out onto the diving board. I kissed her and bounced off the end of the board and tossed her in midair. We both splashed down into the nine-foot water. Lisa swam for the side in the shallower end and I followed right behind her. She was a bedraggled angel when I took her in my arms up against the side and kissed her again. The pool had two lights in the sides, and just four coach lamps mounted on the four corners of the fence surrounding it. I didn't need a lot of light to see she was the girl of my dreams.

I brushed my hand through her wet hair in the back. The cleaner water of the water park had rinsed a lot of the earlier gunk out, but we both really needed a shampoo. We didn't care. She was looking at me like she could have devoured me. If I had suggested we both just run away or the other thought that had occurred to me more than once to just get her in trouble, I'm sure she would have agreed in a heartbeat. But I couldn't be that selfish, or that stupid. I said the other thing that was on my mind.

God, you're beautiful!

Mmmm, she moaned, kissing me and then pulling back said, I love you too.

We played in the pool for a little while longer until teasing, dunking and tickling turned into groping. We figured we should head for the room. The pool would be there in the morning too and we didn't need to be out before twelve.

Between Saturday and Sunday, both times at Paris Landing, skinny dipping at the campground, Wonder Waters, the beach at Kentucky Dam and Wonder Waters again, we hadn't used a towel once this whole weekend and now was no exception. We sloshed our way up the pool ladder, still fully dressed including shoes, and back to our room.

I led Lisa straight to the bathroom and into the stand-up shower. The first five minutes of being under the warm water was spent kissing, caressing and undressing each other. We both loved being wet, but it was nice getting out of wet things too.

This little motel was well-stocked for an independent place and luckily had bottles of 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner in addition to their little soaps. One thing I remembered from my encounter with Maddie was how to sensually wash a woman's hair. I turned Lisa around and worked the lather into her hair from behind. Once I had the suds nice and thick, I kept one hand massaging her scalp and building up lather, and moved the other soapy hand around front to caress her tits at first and then slowly moved my hand down until I was masturbating her.

Oh, yeah! she gasped.

She drew back against me and I pleasured myself rubbing my erect cock up and down her soapy butt crack.

Mmmm! she moaned.

Lisa turned around and poured shampoo into my hair and started working it in. I continued to distract her with my fingers.

I was taller than she was. I said, I bet if I was on my knees it would be easier to wash my hair.

You're so thoughtful, she replied with a grin that showed she knew exactly where this was going.

I got on my knees and immediately plunged my tongue into her pussy. She tried to concentrate on washing my hair, but I was way too much of a distraction and she finally gave up and let me take her into a moaning orgasm.

We soaped up washcloths and washed each other. Lisa paid particular attention to my erect cock, but was careful not to take me too far. I was very glad of that a little later.

Being all over each other made it take a little longer, but we eventually got clean. It hadn't bothered me at all that we had looked like castaways most of the weekend, but it was good to finally get back to zero. After the shower, and we were both done with our personal care items, I swept her up and laid her in the bed. Her waiting naked form was every bit as satisfying to look at as her wet clothed form.

Want to try something different? she asked. Something different always referred to something she saw in a movie or a magazine her mother probably wouldn't not have approved of. However, she had not missed making it an amazing experience yet.

Have I ever said 'No' to that? I countered.

Good, lie down. You mind eating me again?

Lease, I'd make you my steady diet if I could.

Good, she said, giggling, I'm purposely not going to take you all the way, but take me or as far as you can before I have to stop. She had gotten back up and was putting her duffle bag by my feet.

O.K, I replied a little apprehensively.

Trust me, she said. You'll want to do this again and again! Or at least that's what Connie says!

Well, we had a new source for experimentation! Lisa stroked my cock up to full attention and threw her leg over my chest to settle on my face. At the same time she began to affectionately tease me, licking and kissing my cock before finally slipping her lips over it.

I hope after all that time she didn't really think she needed to ask me if I minded having her pussy in my face. I loved eating her. She could have snapped her fingers and pointed at it and I would have dropped to my knees.

She was still horny from the shower, so it didn't take me long to send her into another orgasm. She stopped blowing me when she came down from it and moved down to my pelvis, still facing away from me.

Do you trust me? she asked over her shoulder.

Ishould hopeso, I replied, catching my breath.

O.K, remember you said that.

What the hell was she up to? She lifted up and came down on my cock and started thrusting her hips. She twisted a little and bent forward to support herself on her hands with her back arched. I felt something inside her I hadn't felt before and it felt amazing. (Warning: Graphic scenes not for the squeamish ahead!)

She seemed to know exactly what she wanted to accomplish, so I let her drive. I could tell there was something different about the way her vagina felt and it was on purpose. She started to moan, whimper and pant.

In the light from the bathroom we'd left on, I saw her right hand reaching for something. Then I felt what it was. Amidst all the moaning and grunting and slathered with KY Jelly so it wouldn't be too rough, she penetrated me with her dildo.

Most guys would have freaked, but I knew my Lisa and she didn't have a sadistic bone in her body. If she said I was going to love this she either knew that to be the truth or earnestly believed it.

Ah-ha! I grunted.

YouO.K? she asked with labored speech.

Fine, just surprised, I replied. Then I realized how good the combination of what she was doing felt. Just don't stop now!

She giggled and kept going. Years later I would learn that what she was doing was stimulating my prostate. While that doesn't sound erotic, that massage combined with penile stimulation causes an erection and ejaculation in a male with the same force and euphoria that a squirting orgasm causes in a female.

That also happened to be what she was trying to create in herself. The angle she had me penetrating her rubbed my cock across her G spot with the most possible contact. That was why I said it felt different.

I felt the sweat rolling off my body causing a puddle in the bed. It was about to get a lot wetter. Lisa suddenly erupted like a fountain, screaming, OH GOD! and OH JIM! She squirted out all over the bed, herself and me. My cock was the longest, hardest and straightest that I could ever remember. It felt like the skin was going to start to split before I got off so hard that Lisa even grunted and I thrusted upward and lifted her off the bed. I was grunting and making all other manner of noises. It shot out so hard that some of it squirted out of her to add to the sweat and Lisa juice that had already drenched the bed sheets.

Lisa suddenly turned around and faced me with an expression that looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. She dove into my face, covering me with kisses and we rolled onto our sides in the mess we'd made, our sweaty bodies writhing around each other.

That was amazing! I love you! I exclaimed.

I love you too! she shot back. I wonder if we woke anybody up.

Between the noises the bed made and the noises we made, I'm surprised the whole motel wasn't up. Then again, I don't think it was that busy even for Memorial Day.

You said Connie told you about that? I asked, amazed.

Lisa nodded her head with her hair still wet from the shower falling wildly about her.

Well, where did she learn it? I asked.

She said Brett told her about it, Lisa replied.

Where in the hellNo, never mind, I said, giving up. Kiddies, there was no internet then. You didn't stumble onto things like this like you can now. This sort of stuff was only documented in magazines sold in Adult Book Stores.

I take it you liked it then? she cocked her head and asked.

Put it on the list of things to try again, I replied and pulled her close to me. We made out half the night, getting horny again and satisfying our hunger with a mouthful of each other before we settled down in the wet, sticky mess that was our bed and slept in each other's arms with the biggest smiles ever seen. THAT is how to spend Memorial Day.