For the thousandth time, I looked her over, from bottom to top. My eyes trained up her slim body and supple breasts, ending in a face that could have ...starred in the Dukes of Hazzard. She strode in and plopped down in her usual spot on my couch. She looked at the numbers I had done on my notepad on the coffee table. "What's all that?" she asked. "Just some quick figuring," I replied, "Remember how you always ask to borrow money? I don't recall you've ever paid any of it back. The total adds up. "What the hell do you think your doing," she badgered, her eyes scanning down to the stiff cock in my hand, the lather accenting my misdeed."Don't you know the showers are closed after midnight young man," she barked in a throaty growl. "I should throw your scrawny ass out of this campground right now mister." "God," I mouthed to myself, "just kill me now." Thoughts began to flood my head as if a dam had given way up stream somewhere in my skull. What would I tell my buddies? What if this got. Would you like to going? I can take you." Properly cautious but completely tempted, we left anything truly valuable on the yacht, and met up with Karine later that afternoon. She took us up into the hills to this lovely little waterfall - not a big thing like Hawaii, but really remote and with a clear pool of water that continued down a little rocky river afterwards. Karine stood on a large flat rock and pulled off her tank top and pushed down her shorts. That was all there was to her outfit.. Could it possibly be the hips that adorned her god like waist or the only hair that one could tuck behind her ear. Perhaps it was the voluptuous chest and or the perfect smile that grazed those soft lips that made her all the more an object of desire. She was already an object to some but she didn't want that to be the way that she was seen. She wanted people to see her for who she was. The person behind the pretty face and those bright blue eyes that are still burned into my mind each time i.