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Tempting the Boundaries: Part 1

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Tempting the Boundaries: Part 1
Guiding a group of horny women isn't easy.
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Canadian Border Lakes.

This is the way to spend the summer. Not that teaching college

courses is a bad thing, but dealing with two hundred needy children
is tiring. Yeah, they might be twenty-ish, but they still act like
little kids. I have to be checking e-mail every hour, answering
dozens of questions every day, dealing with little Johnny or Susie
who hasn't learned to be personally responsible yet and wants to be
hand held. Very tiring. So by my own choice I get as far away as I
possibly can. It's actually surprising just how far away from
technology you can actually get.

Along the northern U.S. Border, in the arrowhead region of

Minnesota, there's a massive national forest reserve for wilderness
boating and camping. Boundary Waters Canoe Area is a unique
opportunity to go back to the days of French fur traders from the
Hudson Bay company, and Ojibwa tribal inhabitants.

Canada matched the commitment with Quetico Park, on the north side

of the Rainy River in Ontario. Access is limited and permits are
required. But while you're there, it's just as it was 1000 years ago.
No motor boats. No cell towers or street lights. Not even a road or
ranger tower in sight. Just rocky shores separating hundreds of
lakes. Lakes carved out by massive prehistoric glaciers, during a
cataclysmic reset of the continent.

From the middle of May to the middle of August you can find me up

here, the northern boundary waters. Humping gear and canoes from lake
to lake, guiding groups of wanna be outdoorsmen across the quiet
lakes. A little fishing on the side, lying around quiet pine woods
campsites, no cell phone, no computers, no technology other than one
emergency radio and my GPS. Yep, this was definitely the way to get
away from it all. I did it the first year after my divorce, just to
get a change of scenery, and loved it so much that I came back, and
back and well, this is my fifth year. My wife and I just weren't
seeing eye to eye on anything anymore and we finally had enough. The
quiet and solitude was exactly what I needed to get my head back into
a positive view of life after so damn much negativity.



For a fifty year old I'm lean, strong, well-tanned, and feel

pretty damn good about my own self-image. A far cry from that first
year where I struggled until I actually got in shape. Now I don't
feel self-conscious walking around without a shirt on and can smile
to myself when I catch some of the female campers checking me out
instead of the twenty somethings that I worked alongside.



I'm also one of Jack's favorite and most experienced guides. He

knows that once he turns a group over to me he can forget all about
them. It's the guide's job to help them plan the route, wrangle the
food stores and meal menus, get their gear assigned and checked out
and oh yeah, make sure they don't die or do anything too stupid out
on the water. If you haven't been in the boundary waters before you
are required to take a guide, hence me!



It doesn't pay great, but that's not what I'm here for. I do this

because it helps me unwind and gets me away from it all, literally.
Other than one bill I have to pay online from the lodge once a month,
all my bills are auto paid, my house is watched by a friend's
daughter who lives there while she's home from college. It's a
perfect arrangement. Unfortunately next year I'm going to have to
find someone else. This will be the last summer for Mandy, though her
sister might be interested next year.



"Mike?" I heard from the doorway as I lay on my bunk

reading a book.



"Yeah Jack?" I asked the owner of the outfitter.



"Lynn was supposed to work with this group that came in last

night but she's down with some kind of stomach bug. Would you mind
doing the pre-plan with them?"



"Yeah, if you want. Lynn okay?"



"She thinks it's just a twenty four hour bug. I'm hoping

she'll be back up tomorrow."



"I can take the group if she's not," I said with a

shrug. "I'm not due to go out for another two days, she can take
my group."



"You may not want to offer that, but I'll keep it in mind."



"Why not. Something special about this group?" I asked

as I pushed off the bunk and pulled on my hiking boots.



"You know me Mike. I won't send a guy out with an all-female

group. It's just a recipe for trouble."



"Oh. Didn't know it was an all-girl group. What about Tracy?"



"She's still out. Not due in until tomorrow night."



"Oh. Well. I'll do the pre-plan then," I said with a

shrug. "Lynn will probably be better tomorrow."



"I hope so. I'd hate to cancel the trip," Jack said as

he turned and walked away from the door of the bunk room. Jack was a
pretty good guy. A bit old fashioned at times, but he did a good job
of looking out for his people. One time he had a group of all women
complain that the young male guide couldn't keep his hands or eyes to
himself, so he made a new rule. No more young single guys with all
female groups. Unfortunately the vast majority of the guides were
single young guys.



I walked to the office a few steps behind Jack, stepping into the

large rustic room a few moments after him. "Ladies. This is
Mike. He'll be helping you with the pre-plan for your trip and get
your gear all worked out."



I looked at the group and quickly reminded myself why he had made

such a rule. The group was seven women, ranging from what I guessed
was mid-forties to late twenties. The older women wore shorts and
t-shirts, but the younger ladies wore bikini tops or halter style
tops above their tight looking shorts. Yeah, a single young guy would
have a hard time keeping his eyes and hands to himself.



"Hi. I'm Jill," what I thought was the oldest of the

group said, stepping forward and holding her hand out. She was maybe
five and a half feet tall, with a trim, but not petite body and
plenty of curves in all the right places. Her short brown hair framed
her face and her soft blue-green eyes pleasantly. I reached out and
took her hand, giving it a firm but short handshake.



"This is Tiffany," she said, motioning to a slightly

younger woman, maybe forty at most, long blond hair pulled back in a
ponytail, very bright green eyes that seemed to smile almost as much
as her lips. She was slightly taller than Jill, though a little
thinner, with what I'd guess were a pair of C or D cup tits trying to
peek out of a tight halter top. Her shorts were almost painted on her
curvy hips and I doubted they were long enough to cover all of her
ass, though I couldn't tell the way she was standing.



"Beth," she said, motioning to a twenty something year

old young lady that could easily have been my own daughter. She was
petite with short cropped blond hair with longer bangs that seemed to
want to stretch down into her blue eyes. She had on an orange bikini
top that barely covered the front of her easily C cup tits, her
nipples poking the tiny orange triangles prominently. Her shorts were
micro short and unsnapped in front, making me wonder how they didn't
just slide down off her body. With the zipper and snap undone, the V
of tanned skin that was exposed extended down nearly to her mound.
Her slender legs were shapely and I suspected from the look of her
thighs that she was once an athlete of some kind.



"Sherrie," she said waving her hand toward a tall,

easily six-foot black woman who was maybe in her mid-thirties. She
wore a t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts but there was no doubt that
she was built in all the right places.



"Kim," she said as a very petite little Asian woman

stepped toward me with her hand out. Her jet black hair a striking
contrast to her creamy white skin. Her brown eyes seemed to glisten
as she grinned and took my hand, holding it more than shaking it.



"Donna," she said motioning to another thirty-something

woman nearly her own height, the heaviest set of the group with a
pair of huge tits cradled in a spandex workout top. While she was
larger framed, I was surprised that the tight spandex pants didn't
really make her look fat, but well-proportioned with her huge chest.
She smiled almost shyly, as she pushed an errant lock of her shoulder
length brown hair out of her face, hooking it over her frequently
pierced ear.



"And the baby of the group, Tina," she said, motioning

to a tall thin young woman that had to be middle twenties at most.
She had a small chest covered by a red and white striped bikini top
and I suspected didn't have much hair anywhere on her body, based on
the smallness of the bikini bottom. She had curly dishwater blond
hair and soft blue eyes that made you want to look for more.



"Good to meet you all," I answered as I looked the group

over.



"So, you going to be our guide?" Kim asked quietly.



"No. Actually your guide is down sick right now, so I'm going

to help you plan the trip, get your gear assigned, that kind of
thing."



"Awe. I was hoping," Kim said with a frown.



"Well, the boss doesn't like to send single male guides out

with an all-female group. Just bad for business."



"Does that mean you're a single male guide?" Sherrie

asked from the second row of the women."



"Yes ma'am. It does. Which is why Lynn will be your guide

when you leave tomorrow."



"Well, that makes it even more disappointing that you're not

going to be our guide then."



"Oh, trust me. You'll have a much better trip with Lynn than

with me," I told them. "Now, if you wanna follow me, we'll
go to the map room and start planning your trip," I added as I
turned and headed out of the office into the cool morning breeze.



"Why would we have a better trip with Lynn?" Kim asked,

catching up to walk next to me.



"Well, let's just say that you can be more relaxed if you

don't have a man in the camp."



"Oh? And why would having a man in the camp keep us from

being more relaxed?"



I looked down at her as we walked across the gravel path toward

the gear shed, her eyes smiling as much as the devilish little grin
on her lips.



"So how many of you are married?" I asked, trying to

change the subject.



"Oh. Only Donna. Why? Is it important?"



"Nope. Just curious. I mean if you're going to insinuate that

having a single guy around wouldn't stop you from relaxing..."



"Trust me. I doubt that having a single or married guy around

would stop us from relaxing," Beth said from behind us. "It
wouldn't be the first time a guy has seen any of us half or all the
way undressed."



I shook my head and thought that it was a good thing Lynn was

going with this group.



We spent the next few hours in the planning room, working their

route out on the map. Now not all lakes are created equal. Besides
those on the Canadian side and those on the US side having different
camping restrictions, some lakes are on loops, where you go from lake
to lake, putting in on one end and taking out on the other,
eventually ending up on Moose Lake again to head back home. Others
lead to dead ends where you have to double back. Personally I like
these best because they see less traffic.



The ladies specifically wanted a lake that was secluded for their

third day out, planning a two-day trip out, third day just hanging
around camp and then two days back. We selected a quiet little lake
with an island camp site that I was pretty sure would be open. In
July there is so much traffic on the lakes, compared to May or
August, and the camp sites are first come, so sometimes you can't get
the one you plan. In this case the lake they planned on spending
their third day on should be sparsely used, if at all. The last two
times I'd been on this lake we were the only group on it at all and
it had a really nice quiet island campsite.



With the route decided we went on to planning meals, giving them

the usual lecture on what they can and can't do out on the water, and
then I took them to the dining hall for lunch.



After we ate we went to the gear shed where they checked out their

three canoes, gear packs and cook box while I loaded their food into
a tote pack. With all their gear checked out, we hauled it in several
trips to the little round hut that they spent the night in, taking
the canoes down by the lakeside.



"Okay ladies. Now. These big packs are to hold your gear. You

have to get three peoples' gear in one of these. That means clothes,
sleeping pad and sleeping bag and one of the tents. With eight of
you, including Lynn, you will need to also get four tents into the
three packs."



"In there? How are we supposed to do that?"



"Travel light. Everything you take has to get hauled over

those portages. So the more you take the more you haul."



"Well, how much do you take?"



"All my gear for the five days will be in a small backpack.

Two changes of socks and underwear, one spare pair of pants, two
shirts, rains suit and wind suit, camp shoes and my toiletries kit."



"Seriously? We only take two pair of underwear?"



"Well, three, if you count the ones you're wearing. You can

wash them at camp. If you really have to, you can take more, but you
have to carry it."



"Well, I'm not going with only two pair of panties,"

Tiffany said with a frown.



"You can use my allowance. I'm not planning on wearing any!"

Sherrie said with a grin.



"Yeah, that sounds about right," Beth said with a grin.

"Bare bottomed and bare chested?"



"If I can!" Sherrie laughed back.



"Okay, okay. Now. You need to get your clothes packed and

I'll be outside. When you get done I'll show you how we portage,"
I said, shaking my head as I walked out of the little round hut.



"Good lord," I said to myself as I stepped down the

stairs and walked to a tree. It took them almost half an hour before
they made their way out of the little hut dragging the three big
packs behind them. "So all packed?"



"We think so," Donna said as she stepped down.



"Alright. So, who's going to carry the packs?"



"Huh?"



"Someone has to carry 'em. There are eight of us. That means

that one of you carries the food pack, one the cook box. I can carry
my pack and one canoe, which leaves three of you to carry packs and
two of you to each carry a canoe."



"I don't think I can carry one of these," Kim said,

trying to heft one of the packs.



"The canoes weigh just over fifty pounds, plus you have two

paddles per canoe. I recommend that the pack carriers use the paddles
as walking sticks and the canoe carriers take the canoes and life
jackets."



"I'm not sure I can do that either," Kim said frowning.



"Well, there's the cook box and the food box. The food box

gets lighter every day, the cook box weighs about forty five pounds."



"I'll take that!" Kim said.



"Okay. So. Who's next"



"I'll take a pack," Sherrie said, stepping over to one

of the big gray packs.



"There's an easy way and a hard way to do this," I said,

as I got up.



"I got this!" she said, picking the pack up by one strap

and swinging it, sticking her arm through the other shoulder strap as
it swung around her body. She clearly misjudged the weight of the
pack, the other strap grabbing her shoulder and twisting her body
around in a circle uncontrollably. Within moments she was lying on
the ground on her back, the pack holding her like a stranded turtle,
Tiffany lying on the ground under her.



"That would be the hard way," I said with a chuckle as I

stepped over to them. I pulled the strap of the pack loose from her
arm and helped her up before extending a hand down to Tiffany. I did
my best to not stare at the tit that had become exposed as her blue
and white polka-dot halter top was displaced in the collision.



"Oops," she said bashfully, quickly twisting her top

back in place and covering her large pink areola and obviously hard
nipple.



"So there's an easy way?" Jill asked with a grin.



"Yeah, there is," I answered, trying not to look back at

Tiffany. I rolled the pack on the ground so the top faced my feet,
the straps lying to the sides. I leaned over, reached for the sides
of the pack, my wrists sticking through the straps as I grabbed the
pack sides. With a grunt I pulled the pack off the ground, tossed it
up and took a half step forward, the pack rolling in the air just
above my head and sliding down my back, the shoulder straps sliding
easily down my arms and settling on my shoulders. My body sagged for
a moment as it accepted the weight of the pack and then I bounced it,
pulling the straps tight as it was weightless behind me. "Just
like that," I said as I turned for all of them to see. "So
who wants to try the easy way?"



"I'll try that way," Sherrie said with an embarrassed

grin. "Guess it was heavier than I expected."



"Not a problem," I said as I loosened the straps and let

it slid off my back to the ground. I stepped away and watched her
repeat my motions, getting the pack settled on her back on the first
try.



"That was a bit easier."



"Okay. who's next?"



"I can do that," Tina said quickly.



I looked at her a little dubiously, the pack weighing almost half

of what she did. She walked up confidently to the second pack,
twisted it around, her ass sticking out at me as she bent over, and
prepared to toss it over her head. "UP," she grunted,
hoisting the bag into the air and trying to guide it over her head.
The heavy pack cleared her head and settled on her back, the straps
hitting her shoulders when the pack was nearly half way down her
back. In moments she was backpedaling, the pack toppling her
backwards toward me. I moved as quickly as I could both trying to get
out of the way and catch her at the same time. I managed to grab the
pack as it came at me, twisting her around in the process until we
both ended up on the ground, her suddenly bare chest smashed into my
face, one nipple practically in my mouth as she lay on top of me, my
cock pressing against her body and the pack smashing her down on me.
"Okay, so that didn't go as planned," she said as she tried
to push herself up off of me, pulling her soft little tit out of my
face but leaving both of them exposed right in front of me. Her
little bikini top hung by one strap, most of the way off of her, as
she struggled to push herself up off of me.



"Oh Fuck!" I grunted as she accidentally jammed her knee

between my legs.



"Oh No! I'm sorry!" she cried, trying to roll herself

off of me as I doubled up in pain.



"Oh god," I groaned as I lay on the ground in a fetal

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