Down the Creek

The ranger's boat pulled up alongside the canoe.

"Can we help you?" asked Andrew.

"Show me your fishing license," said the ranger.

"Um, we're from out of state, so I don't have one."

"We sell temp licenses," said the ranger. "Every bait and tackle place sells them."

Heather sat there nervously, her hands over her tits. Her bikini top was behind her, and she did not want to drop one of her arms to pick it up.

The ranger took out a ticket book. "Any ID?"

"No, all of my stuff is at the cabin."

The ranger sighed. "I'll let you off this time, but you head straight to shore and no more fishing."

"Yes, officer."

The ranger got behind the wheel of the boat and took off.

The waves created by the ranger's boat rocked the canoe, and Heather's bikini top fell off into the water, she did not notice.

"That was close," said Andrew.

The lake they were on was fed by a large creek. The lake had been created in the middle of the creek, and the ranger went up the creek, and the waves pushed the canoe down the lake towards the lower creek.

Heather turned to get her top and saw it floating in the water behind the canoe. "Fuck! Andrew, my top!"

Andrew turned and saw the bikini top. He laughed.

"It's not funny."

"I think I can reach it." Andrew grabbed a paddle and went to move past Heather, but as he did, he tipped the canoe and fell over the side. As he did, his foot pushed off the canoe and shoved it towards the lower creek.