Paddling for Pain & Pleasure

Part 4

Sam was in the air, halfway back across the Atlantic, before the story broke. When she hadn't turned up for the heats of her event, questions had been asked. She had been a potential medallist, and she had not shown up.

Illness and injury, the two most likely scenarios, were soon being reported, as the WaterSports officials were reticent to give any details, primarily because they didn't know why. Only Amanda and Steven knew the truth, and surprisingly, they were being rather quiet about things.

On the flight back Sam had been able to contact Robert. She hadn't given him any more details, just asked if he could pick her up from the airport when she landed. She had contacted him, rather than her parents, as she knew he wouldn't give her a proper grilling about what had happened. He'd be really disappointed, but he wouldn't press her, he would wait for her to tell him, if she ever would!

They had been lucky at the airport too. Although Sam might have been a medal contender, she wasn't a real household name, so there weren't a throng of reporters and journalists there to greet her. Just Robert. And she was so relieved to see him, that steadying influence, she almost ran into his arms, giving him a big hug, she burst into tears.

He quickly ushered her out to his car, and they were away, back to his place. There she called her parents, just to let them know she was safe and back in the UK, and she would be over to pick up some things in the next few days. No explanation of what had happened.

Sam just wanted to disappear, somewhere, anywhere, but knew that it might be difficult, but she would make it as difficult as she could. With Robert's help she bought herself an old Ford Transit van, big enough so she could get one of her many kayaks in it along with some basic sleeping and cooking equipment. This would be her home until, she hoped, things died down.

Then she had to face her parents. She called in first thing in the morning, catch them unprepared, and it worked. When they quizzed her, she simply fobbed them off, saying she didn't want to discuss it. The filling a few bags with clothes, paddling kit, and a few other personal items, she was off.

But where too?

It had to be far away, and out of the way. She had savings, but would have to try and find work, but that could be anything. And it needed to be near water, it was still her passion, and what kept her sane, even though her recent experience had not been pleasant, that had nothing to do with the water, but Amanda and Steven.

She headed north, to Cumbria, to a little place called Whitehaven, and for eight months it was a haven. She managed to get bar work and a couple of other part-time jobs that paid cash in hand. She could go kayaking in the Irish Sea or head into The Lakes when she wanted to paddle. It was perfect.

She even found herself a couple of short-term boyfriends, which suited her fine, she got fucked with no attachments and she actually enjoyed it.

Then came the day that one of her little jobs wanted to put her on the books. They needed her name and NI number, and then the questions started. Wasn't she the athlete who left the Olympics?

Time to move, and far away!

She headed south and ended up near Bude in Cornwall. And the same thing happened, after six or seven months, suddenly the questions started, and Sam left.

For the next couple of years, Sam criss-crossed the country, Sandwich in Kent, Rhyl in North Wales, Whitby in Yorkshire, and in each place, life was good until the questions started, and it was time to move on.

Where to next?

Sam opened up her UK road map and it actually fell open on the page showing the whole of the country, and suddenly it was obvious.

Scotland!

It was massive, had loads of coastline and lochs and if she headed far enough up north, she was pretty sure no one would have heard of her. She also remembered a couple of great trips she and Robert had in the early days. Scotland, it would be! And more precise, Oban!

It was a long trip, and she broke it, parking up and sleeping in her van in a car park near Falkirk, just yards away from the very impressive Kelpies structures.

The next day she arrived and initially parking up in the centre of town she wandered down towards the esplanade to breath in the fresh sea air. A visit to a small Tesco Express for some groceries and Sam found a quiet lay by on the coast road, just south of the town, to park up.

Within a couple of days, she was behind the bar of The Corryvreckan, between the ferry terminal and the train station, and she got an evening meal out of it as well. During the day she got out into the Sound between the mainland and Kerrera, a large island just offshore, and she felt free again.

It was mid-May when Sam arrived in Oban, and the days were getting much longer. There was an extended period of fine weather which Sam was keen to take advantage off. On a few of her trips on the Sound she encountered a group of fellow kayakers, being led by an experienced older man. Sam had acknowledged their presence but had not hung around to get involved in any conversations where introductions or explanations might have been required.

But that changed about two weeks later. Again, Sam found her herself approaching a group of six paddlers, including this older male leader. Sam was about sixty yards away, when suddenly two of the group accidentally collided, but it caused both of them to capsize. One in the water is bad enough, but two at the same time, and only one to offer assistance.

It took Sam seconds to cover the distance and assist in recovering one swimmer, whilst the Leader recovered the other. But Sam didn't hang about, as soon as she was sure that all were safe, she headed off, cries of thanks following her.

Three nights later and Sam was behind the bar in The Corryvreckan when one of the regulars came and took a stool at the bar. Sam knew he was called Fraser, but that was it.

"A pint of Best, please," Fraser asked, then after a slight pause added, "Sam."

Sam looked at him in shock and horror. She had been sure that she wouldn't be recognised up here, but it had taken weeks, not month to be found out.

Fraser immediately realised that this wasn't the time or place to have dropped his bombshell, so he needed to think fast.

"Sam, I'm not interested in the past," he hurriedly explained in a hushed voice, "But I could really do with another experienced paddler to help me out, if you'd be interested," he continued.

Sam was still at a loss, she had so many things going through her head that she had barely heard, let alone comprehended, what Fraser had said.

Sam came back to her senses, and the one thing she did remember was that he had asked for a pint of Best. She picked up a glass and began to pour it, but tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, which Fraser couldn't help but see

"I'm really sorry Sam, I shouldn't have dropped that on you," he apologised quietly, not wanting to bring attention to their conversation, then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. As Sam handed over his pint, Fraser handed over his card and a fiver to pay for his drink.

"Please give me a call or come and visit," he suggested, as he picked up his pint and wandered off to a vacant table.

The rest of the night was like a blur for Sam and when she got back to her van she nearly took off, but she pulled out Fraser's card and looked at it.

When Fraser turned up at the portacabin that constituted his office at eight o'clock the following morning, Sam was sitting there waiting for him. Fraser ushered her in and offered her a seat as he dragged his round from behind his desk, he didn't want there to appear to be any barriers between them. It worked and Sam already began to feel a little less stressed. He also wanted Sam to feel in control and be the one asking the questions, so he sat there silently.

Eventually, when Sam realised Fraser wasn't going to say anything she spoke.

"What do you want from me?" she asked quietly, not making eye contact.

"Help," was his simple reply, which confused Sam. Her eyes lifted to Fraser's face, and he could see the bewilderment in her face. He decided he should explain.

"I know who you are, Sam," he began quietly, "And I know what happened, but I don't know why, nor could I care less," he continued, trying to keep things simple.

Sam was still confused and wasn't really understanding what Fraser was saying, it was not what normally happened.

"What do you mean?" Sam queried, needing more explanation.

"I'd like to offer you a job," added Fraser, which actually didn't do much to help Sam work out what was going on.

"What?... Why?" she stammered.

"The other day, out in the Sound, when you helped my group. You can handle your boat better than I ever could. With two in the water, if you hadn't been there, I could have been in trouble," he explained.

Now it was making more sense to Sam.

"You're help and support on these trips would be great," he continued, "And I'd pay you, more than the pub anyway."

A small smile crossed Sam's lips. Yes, a little more money would help, but she was still a little unsure.

"Sam, I honestly don't need to know what happened over there. For you to do what you did, it must have been something big. But I'm not interested. I couldn't care less. If at some time in the future you do want to talk about it, fine. But that's your decision. "

Fraser was speaking in a very slow, caring way. Sam had ever had anyone speak to her like this, well maybe Robert, and she felt reassured.

Eventually, Sam responded.

"OK," she nodded, as she looked at Fraser, "What will this entail?" she queried, now wanting some more details.

Fraser's face broke into a big grin.

"I haven't got any idea," he laughed, "We can work it out as we go along."

And that's what they did. Initially, Sam moved her van into the boat yard where the portacabin was. Fraser had a couple of large containers in the yard too, which contained a dozen kayaks and other equipment, paddles, life vests, wetsuits, etc.

With the Summer season approaching things got busier, and they were able to take slightly bigger groups as there were two of them, and the fact one of them was female helped significantly as well. Business was going well and Fraser proved to be very generous.

Sam still did the odd shift in the pub, just for a little extra pocket money and soon found herself enjoying life in this small community, and if anyone else apart from Fraser knew who she was, they never let on.

The pub was also useful for Sam in relieving another itch she had. Even though she had been raped by Steven and Amanda, she found that rather than being repulsed by the thought of sex and intimacy, she actually craved it, and regularly.

But she didn't want a long-term relationship, hard, fast one-night stands satisfied her needs and she found sufficient young holidaymakers, hillwalkers, water-sports enthusiasts passing through, who were more than willing to oblige.

Still living in her van, she had to hope that her beau for the night had a hotel room or some other accommodation they could use, but if all else failed, then the back of her van, or the desk in the portacabin were suitable alternatives.

The winter months brought a drop off in business, as usual, and Sam returned to doing more pub work, whilst also helping Fraser prepare and repair the kayaks and kit for the coming year. At Fraser's suggestion, Sam also undertook a series of kayak coaching courses which would give the little business a bit more experience for a number or reasons.

It was also during the winter months that Fraser also made another suggestion. He lived on his own, having divorced nearly fifteen years earlier, and lived in a rambling old house just a little out of town. So, it was inevitable that he should let Sam stay at his place as well, and with the much colder weather setting in, she accepted. To her, Fraser had become another father/coach figure like Robert, and she enjoyed it

Soon, they settled into their new arrangement, and together they started planning the coming year and how they could improve and expand the business. Again, it was Fraser who suggested that Sam complete some of her kayak leadership certificates, so they had the paperwork in place, and as they found out it greatly reduced the company's insurance premiums.

Everything worked really smoothly until about Easter time when the season started to open up. It also meant an influx of visitors, and there started to be one or two that Sam fancied a good shagging from. And now that she had her 'own place', she felt a lot happier to invite them back.

Normally, Sam and her fuck-buddy would return after the pub closed, and so Fraser was already in the land of nod and was blissfully unaware of the rampant sexual gymnastics taking place at the opposite end of the corridor.

Initially, there was embarrassment the next morning when Sam and her beau would appear downstairs, dishevelled, as Sam saw him to the door, but after a little bit of ribbing from Fraser, it became a regular occurrence and part of life.

That was until the night Fraser came home very late. He'd joined a lock-in in another pub in the town and hadn't left until about one-thirty in the morning.

Arriving home, he hadn't considered the possibility Sam might have someone with her, and she had already thought him tucked up in bed. But, as Fraser climbed the stairs, unmistakable sounds caught his ears as he reached the landing.

Glancing along the short corridor towards Sam's room and the sounds emanating from it, Fraser gasped as he spotted that her bedroom door wasn't fully closed, a gap, only two or three inches, let some of the soft light spill onto into the corridor.

He knew it wasn't right, but like a moth to the flame, he was drawn to that thin sliver of light. With his heart racing, he peered in through the thin gap and initially extreme disappointment crashed over him. Due to the layout of Sam's room, Fraser's line of sight was restricted to the end foot or so of Sam's bed and although a pair of feet were visible, indicating that Sam was on top, he could see no more.

Then, suddenly, his eyes were drawn by other movement and lifting his eyes he found that the rest of the bed was perfectly reflected in the mirror on the dressing table in the room. He could see everything, and with the small bedside lamp on, in perfect detail.

Sam was indeed riding her stud cowboy, raising and lowering herself on his hard shaft, as he cupped and massaged her breasts. It was a long time since Fraser had last had sex, and even though he did occasionally pleasure himself whilst watching porn, this was a completely new situation. Although he knew what he was doing was wrong, it didn't stop his cock rapidly hardening in his trousers.

Fraser had never considered what Sam might look like naked. Most of the time they were clothed in unflattering water-sports kit, like drysuits, and even wetsuits were not particularly revealing, and Sam had always been a jeans and baggy hood type of girl.

But what he saw now, her slim, toned body, with amazing muscle definition from her sport, and her perfectly formed beasts that perched high on her chest. She was breathtaking.

Then there was a soft groan.

Sam heard it, Fraser heard it, but Sam's lover hadn't. It took a second or two before it registered with Fraser that it had come from him, and that was only because he found Sam's eyes looking back at him from the mirror.

A look of shock, horror, embarrassment, flashed across Sam's, only to be replaced by a huge grin and she stopped briefly for a second or two to lean down and kiss her partner, before rising again to look at Fraser.

Sam's mind was working overtime. She should be angry at him, but it had been her fault that she hadn't closed the door. And, she thought, it's amazing that it hadn't happened before now, the number of guys she had brought home. There was also a thought that she had never seen Fraser with a woman, and he must get lonely, therefore if she could provide a little excitement, she was OK with that.

So, Sam thought they should put on a bit of a show for him. She wasn't sure exactly how much Fraser could see in the mirror, but she had a good view of him.

Again, Sam lay down on top of her partners body, kissing him more passionately, as she was significantly more turned on knowing Fraser was watching. As she did, she again raised herself on the rock-hard shaft buried in her pussy. But this time, right to the point that only the tip was being kissed by her lower lips.

Fraser could see the whole length, a good thick six inches, glistening with Sam's juices in the subtle lamp light. Then he watched in awe as her lips were spread and her welcoming pussy gobbled up his length, then to be repeated.

This slow deliberate fucking, although for Fraser's benefit, was also doing wonderful things to the owner of the cock and he gasped as Sam's tight sheath sent shock waves of electricity coursing through his flagpole and balls.

But Sam didn't want the show to end too quickly, so she paused with the whole length buried in her pussy. Sitting back up, she glanced back at the mirror to see Fraser still standing there, his eyes on stalks, and one hand massaging the bulge in his trousers and the other resting lightly on the door.

Sam's partner in copulation had released her breasts from his grip when she had nearly made him cum, so Sam took over, cupping her breasts in her hands she began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples, as if offering them to Fraser. As she did, she consciously looked in the mirror and gave him a subtle but obvious nod, as she once again began to ride the cock.

Although no words had been spoken, Fraser instinctively knew Sam was OK with what was happening, for things to go a little further, and ever so slowly he eased the door open another couple of inches, so he had an unrestricted view of the bed.

This time Sam groaned as she saw the door open further. She had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but her memories of what had transpired these few years earlier with Steven and Amanda made her think that there was something about the idea of her being watched having sex that really turned her on. Now, suddenly, she realised she needed to cum, and when she did it would be massive.

Picking up the pace, she began to ride the cock, faster and harder, her body slapping against the owner of the cock, and a very audible squelching of juice coming from her pussy. Fraser was agog at what Sam was allowing him to watch, and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt his cock so hard.

Then Fraser took a really big chance. Slowly he unzipped his trousers and eased out his cock, wrapping a hand round and tugging on it instantly it was exposed, he wasn't going to last long either.

Sam had been riding the cock hard, her eyes closed, as she also massaged her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but she was also imagining it was Fraser's cock that was fucking her, not the guy whose name she had already forgotten. Then she looked back in the mirror.

Fraser was staring intently at where a thick six inches of hard cock was sliding rapidly into a silken sheath, with pink fleshy lips caressing the length. He never noticed Sam look at him, but he did notice the effect it had.

Sam hadn't expected to see Fraser masturbating, afterwards she couldn't imagine why he wouldn't have, but it was all she needed, and her pussy exploded.

Sam collapsed down onto her fuck-buddy, her body and legs jerking about in a frenzy as she climaxed, squealing unrecognisable sounds. As her pussy spasmed around the guys cock it literally sucked his spunk out of it, and he shot five thick ropes of his cream deep into her pussy.