A Fishing Story

I am on the river, down near Eagle Rock Park, fishing as that magical time of the evening comes, the magical time when it totally looks like there’s been a sheet of glass purposefully placed over the river to keep everyone out. There’s not a ripple or swirl or any other disturbance, except a fish every now and then popping the top of the water after a bug or a fleeing minnow…and my lure hitting the water when I cast. This particular evening has been terribly slow. I haven’t had any bites or swirls at my lure. Some days and nights are just like that. The fish just aren’t going to hit, and I might as well be casting for Blue Marlin because it’s gonna produce about the same result…a whole lot of nothing.

When things get slow like this is when my imagination and thoughts get the better of me. I sit down in my seat to rest and take a sip of water. My thoughts revert back to some really hot and erotic times my lover, Lacy, and I have had. I’m tempted to pick my phone up and see what she is up to, but I haven’t heard from her in a while, so I feel she may be thinking me blasé. But still, thinking back to all the hot and steamy encounters we’ve had, I’m helpless in my compulsion to reach out to her because I know her husband is away on business.

I text her “Hey Foxy, I’m out on the river, nobody around and could use some company.”

In a few minutes I get her response “I’ve already showered and settled in, don’t feel like changing and coming back out.”

I text her back, “Just come out as you are, no one’s here…I’ve been thinking about how sexy you are this evening, and I’d really like to see you.”

Lacy likes feeling sexy, and she does enjoy the way I make her feel, so in a few minutes I get this text “ok, be there in a little bit” and I see she has added one of those winky things at the end of her text. I instantly become excited and anxious to embrace her again.

I pull up close to the boat landing and fish there while I await her arrival. I see headlights coming and think to myself, “there she is,” but am proven wrong as the car drives on by. I get aggravated as the same thing happens a few more times and so I continue fishing.

Lacy eventually makes her way to the parking lot and I don’t even notice. She steps out of her https://bursali.org car and walks down to the boat ramp. I’m still fishing and I haven’t even noticed her presence.

Lacy says to me, in a sexy tone of voice “You gonna come over to get me, or should I swim out to you?”

Startled, due mostly to the fact that I haven’t been paying attention, I turn around and see her and I’m awe struck. Lacy is standing there in a little summer nightie, on the boat ramp, waiting for me…how’d I get so lucky to find a lover like her? The light over the ramp shines such that I can’t really see anything but her silhouette, which perfectly shows the outline of her lovely body, and her hair gently flowing in the light river breeze.

“WOW, you look gorgeous,” I exclaim as I begin falling all over myself to get my fishing rod put away and get the boat over to the dock before someone comes along and snatches her up.

As the boat hits the ramp, I reach out my hand to assist her on board. Chivalry may be rare, but it’s alive and well on my vessel. As our hands touch, I’m reminded of how her fingertips feel on my body, and it sends a cold chill down my spine. Lacy steps onto my boat and the breeze wisps a freshly showered scent across my nostrils. We exchange hugs and kisses, and my nose hits her shoulder in our embrace.

“Man, you smell great.” I tell her.

Once we are seated I fire up the jet and we motor off in the darkness of night, leaving a lingering scent; a mix of Lacy’s perfume and 2-stroke exhaust, both distinct, but odd together.

When we reach the long, slow moving hole of water that is my secret, I coast to a stop and shut the motor down and everything gets quiet. I put my arm around her and pull her in close and say “I’ve really missed you lately.”

My hand slides down her back and I notice she isn’t wearing a bra. I think to myself “well duh, she was getting ready for bed, dumbass.”

I’m so excited with Lacy sitting this close to me, the way she looks and smells, the reflection of the stars and water give her eyes the appearance of twinkling. I place kisses on her arm starting at the elbow, moving up to her shoulder. She immediately responds by placing her hand on the inside of my thigh and says “I’ve bursa escort kız missed this.” She leans forward slightly so that I can ease one arm around her back and the other arm around her waist. I kiss her shoulder, then across her collar bone to her neck, ending with a gentle nip. She is gazing up at the sky, enjoying the sensations. The hand that is at her waist wastes no time in finding one of her perfect breasts. I gently hold and squeeze it, and I can feel Lacy’s nipples popping out through her nightie. My hands ease down the thin and flimsy top to expose her beautiful breasts and she turns toward me to give me a perfect view. After staring at them for a moment my eyes return to hers and we kiss, very wet, our tongues mingle, and we nibble at each other’s lips.

I spread a beach towel out on the deck of my boat, complete with throw cushions and life jackets. We stand and kiss and fondle each other while I’m trying to get undressed. I slip Lacy’s panties off and lay them on top of my tackle box. I reach for the hem of her nightie and say, “Let’s get rid of this.”

Lacy resists, “I would prefer to leave it on, in case someone shows up unexpectedly.” Then she says, “Lie down on your back,” so I oblige.

To my surprise, she straddles my face, facing toward my feet, and squats down. I can’t resist raising my head to lick and lap at her clit. Feeling my tongue and mouth on her, Lacy instinctively rests on her knees, then leans forward and holding my cock at the base, takes it in her mouth.

“Oh god that feels good,” I mumble, barely audible. The feel of Lacy’s hard nipples tickles my lower abdomen as she moves up and down on my cock. The sounds of wet slurping, sucking, and kisses, is all that can be heard over the lap of the water against the side of the boat. The sound and vibrations of each other moaning and humming…mmm…feels so good.

Lacy’s humming intensifies as the feel of my tongue on her clit makes her tighten her grip on my cock as she bursts into orgasm. I hear “Mwah, yesss” as my cock slips out of her mouth.

Lacy stands and I move out of the way, and then she lowers herself back to all fours on the fishing deck. She looks over at me and smiles a sexy smile and wiggles her ass, bursa anal yapan escort which is my cue to stand and position myself behind her.

I reach for the bottom of her nightie and slip it up over her ass to her back. “I love making you come and seeing and hearing you in ecstasy.” I can’t resist another taste of her, so I bury my face in her ass, my tongue reaching out and messaging her clit again.

“I want your cock now, give it to me” Lacy begs in desperation.

With one hand on her ass, I use the other to guide my super stiff cock inside her wetness. I use my hands and arms to pull her back into me, as she rests her head on a life jacket. I steadily move my cock in and out of her, rubbing her ass and moving my hands under the nightie to feel her back. I lean over and wrap my arms around her shoulders so I can ease the nightie down to expose her breasts again. I kiss her back, all the while, my hips pumping in and out. One hand feels and holds one of her pretty breasts as they sway back and forth from the rhythm of my cock pumping in and out of her.

I use my other hand to reach around and message her clit. The more I rub the more Lacy’s hips buck wildly, and I feel myself getting ready to explode. With a hard thrust I come, but I want her to come again so I keep fucking her, never missing a beat.

My finger rubs her clit a little bit harder. “You’re so wet.” I purr in her ear and I feel her tighten up around me. Lacy buries her face in the life jacket to keep the noise of her orgasm from echoing off the river banks.

I look up at a starry sky and feel a drop of sweat running down the center of my back. Lacy raises her head from the life jacket that had muffled the sound of her orgasm and exhales. We both lay down on the deck of the boat, catching our breath, looking up at the moon and stars, making small talk, pausing only to steal kisses.

After we get dressed and get ourselves situated back properly, I motor back to the ramp. When the boat hits the ramp, I hop out and extend my hand to assist Lacy back onto the dock.

“Thank you kind sir” she says with a smile.

I walk her up to her car and kiss her good night, then stand and watch as her tail lights fade out of sight.

In about 10 minutes, I have my boat loaded up and I’m getting ready to leave when another truck pulls in with a boat.

“How’d you do?” he asks.

“Oh man, I had a great night!” I reply.

“How many did you catch?”

“None” I say as I turn away from the puzzled look on his face to hide my mischievous grin.