Page 5 of Protected By The Mountain Man

“Can you swim to the boat?”

She looked behind her with that same look of fear on her face, then waded straight into the water, doggy-paddling towards me like her life depended on it.

When I’d taken the boat out for a spin today, I never expected to run into a naked beauty queen.

As she swam closer, I pointed out the boarding ladder.

“Can you climb up?” I asked her.

“Yeah.” She was paddling in the water, obviously hesitant, fear drifting across her face.

It seemed like I better put the lady at ease.

“I’m West. I can get you out of this rainstorm, but we should hurry. The sky’s about to open up on us.”

“I’m naked,” she said in response.

“Nice to meet you, Naked.”

She laughed at that.

I wanted to get her in the boat as soon as possible. I’d been driving home fast on the lake when I’d spotted her. The storm was supposed to be a big one. There was no time for chit-chat.

“Come on, hon. Get in the boat. The storm’s a coming.”

She hesitated a few seconds longer, then started climbing the ladder.

I did the right thing and averted my eyes, but not before I got a close-up view of her pretty tits and her city-manicured pussy. God damn, she was gorgeous.

Instantly, I went into protector mode, tugging off my shirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.

“Here.” I held it out to her. “You don’t appear to have any clothes with you. Wear my shirt.”

Her mouth was open, and she was staring at my chest. A look of lust mingled with fear in her expression.

She took my t-shirt and clutched it to her chest.

“It works better if you put it on.”

She seemed to gather herself, because she pulled out of her shock long enough to slip my t-shirt over her head.

I swear I didn’t look while she did it. I swear.

Only the sight of her nakedness was now superimposed onto my vision, so I must have snuck a look while I was trying so hard to play the good guy.

And now she was all covered up in my old fishing tee.

The slogan had seemed funny when I wore it. On her though,damn, she could start a riot.

The front of the shirt just said, ‘DTF’ with a giant bass image on it. The back clarified with tiny text up near the collar that said, ‘Down To Fish’.

It fit snuggly on her, hugging her tits. But at least it was long enough to cover her hips.

I adjusted my shorts and rumbled, “Am I allowed to ask what you’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere without any clothes on?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know how everything got out of control so fast. I rented a kayak and stopped here at this cove for lunch and a swim. But I fell asleep on the shoreline, and there’s some kind of beast in the woods. Maybe several. And then the rain was coming, and you pulled up. It might be a bear. Or a panther.”

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