Rowing with Lisa (19)

On one of his evenings strolls, Kenny had a small chat with a young tourist who was out camping with her parents. She was kind of fun, she introduced herself as Lisa, she said she loved sports and she mentioned that her parents had some other plans for the next day. And so Kenny suggested to meet up for an afternoon rowing trip on the lake. She was fun to talk to, pretty straightforward and gave him a wink when they left. He wasn't quite certain whether she would show up the next day, but there she was. The sun was shining, the water sparkled, and Lisa had dressed for the occasion: a very short blue pleated skirt and a yellow tank top. No bra, because why bother? She wasn’t like.. huge... just a regular C-cup brightening up her tank top a bit, and a cheerful smile. “It’s summer!” she had laughed when Kenny teasingly asked if it wasn’t “breezy.”

With a push, they set the boat adrift, and Kenny took charge of the oars while Lisa stretched out in the sunlight, her feet dangling lazily over the edge. She was talking about her cheerleaders' team and the change in their outfit they had since May. She was one of those cheerleaders chicks that had a lot of dedication in her work.

Kenny was taking charge of the rowing, and he kind of enjoyed looking at Lisa's skirt while the wind was playing with it. After a while, Lisa leaned forward to him and said “Looks like you’re having fun. Do you think I should give it a try?”

Kenny shrugged. “Sure, do your fair share. But I’m not sure how well that’ll go with your skirt. Unless you don’t mind giving half the lake a show…” Lisa laughed and shrugged right back. “Well, it’s about time some dull men behind their binoculars had a story worth telling.” She carefully scooted to the oars, the boat wobbling under her. As she shifted into position, her skirt rode up completely, revealing her white panties in full view. She gave the impression that she hadn’t even noticed, and Kenny caught himself smirking.

With enthusiasm Lisa began rowing. Left, right, then both oars at once—the boat spun in hopeless circles. Kenny sat back, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.

“I’ve got it under control!” Lisa shouted, pulling even harder. But it was no use. The boat did exactly what it wanted, and Lisa was not in any position to do something about it.

“Uh-huh,” Kenny chuckled in amusement, “if spinning counts.”

“It’s just that my titties want to go the other way.., I mean..” Lisa said rather puzzled, glancing down at her tanktop where her boobs were indeed bouncing along with her wild efforts.

That was it. Kenny doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Lisa dropped the oars, joining in. “What did you just …? ” he asked, clutching his stomach. “What? It’s true!” she giggled, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m rowing this way, and they’re like, ‘Nope, let’s go over there!’”

The boat rocked dangerously as they both doubled over with laughter. Eventually, Kenny regained his breath. “Okay, okay,” he said, sliding over to take the oars back. “Let me steer before we both end up swimming.” Lisa flopped back into the boat, still grinning. “Fine. Be the hero. But I was totally making progress.

“Sure you were,” Kenny said, rolling his eyes. As he began rowing again, an idea sparked. He rowed harder, sending splashes of water flying Lisa’s way. She squealed as it hit her legs and tank top, the fabric of both the tanktop and her panties now clinging to her skin.

“Kenny!” she shrieked, grabbing a cushion from the bench and chucking it at his head.

“What?” he asked innocently, giving another mighty stroke and sending more water her way. “You said it’s hot.”

Lisa glared playfully, grabbing one of the oars. “One more splash, and you’re going overboard.”

“Oh, really?” Kenny teased, his grin widening. “I’d like to see you try.”

What followed was an all-out splash battle—water flying everywhere, laughter echoing across the lake, and by the end of it, there was Lisa, totally soaked, laying back into the back of the boat.

Kenny set the oars aside and couldn’t help but crawling over. The boat wobbled ominously, and Lisa grabbed his arm. “Careful, you big oaf! You’ll tip us over!”

Kenny grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, can I help it? Wanna know the truth? Only one thing on my mind.”

Lisa looked at him teasingly. “Oh yeah? And what’s that? That you’re just a clumsy bumblebee like me? Maybe I need to teach you a thing or two when we’re back on land.”

Kenny raised his eyebrows, his eyes glued to her soaked tank top. “Well, we'll make that two then.”

With a swift motion, Lisa removed her panties and threw them overboard. “Oops, just lost something. To my regret.., well, nothing I can do about it now!” She hung somewhat helplessly over the edge of the railing, and that's when Kenny managed to snatch Lisa’s tank top and hide it under his bench. “And.. it’s gone!” The boat wobbled again as they broke into another round of laughter.