Well down on the Hawkesbury River, some friends and I decided to hire some row boats and go camping on one of the little islands in the Hawkesbury River. A few couples including me and my girlfriend rowed a couple of kilometres until we got to the first island. Not sure if it was the most suitable, but I know we were sick of rowing.

A little island, a few teenage couples, a gorgeous sunset and a few bottles of wine and a rowboat. Yes recipe for brilliance I said to myself.

We slipped away from the others and found tied up on our little beach our wooden rowing boat. Well why not we thought, let’s have a bit of a sea-going adventure. After some usual heavy passion off came all the clothes thrown onto the beach beside the boat. There was not much water in the bilge and we started at it like rabbits.

Now the vigorous movement of the little dingy must have untied the rope as we had drifted out into the middle of the channel without knowing it. It was sheer magic. Nothing above us but stars and the dim glistening of the moon light on the water.

She had each of her heals in the oar rowlocks with her bare butt on the bench seat leaning back onto a roll of rope down in the bilge. Row boats were designed for this. Nice and slow at first, using the rocking of the boat from each thrust to give me the momentum for the next one. We were going at a beautiful pace until our voices got a little louder, (sound carries very well across water), we were just about to cum when WTF!! Who turned on the lights, and what a light. It was either a World War 2 search light or we were about to be beamed up by a UFO.

All that could have been seen was my little white arse bobbing up and down inside of what seemed a boat adrift.

"Ahoy there", well, what a sight, two teenagers sticking their heads up. A scene that would have looked like two dear caught in the headlights. "This is the Department of fisheries vessel....( can't remember)...Ahoy"

Immediately scrambling for clothes that were obviously not there....we covered up as best we could, well as anyone can with rope. It became quite obvious what we were doing. Both vessels crew by now are very embarrassed with the best I could think of was, "No we’re ok, I don’t need any help"............and the Department of fisheries reply which I’m sure was the best he could think of at the time, "Just making sure you weren’t using nets"

Thanks to the fearless guardians of the NSW waterways........but really Timing, and “Nets”?