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Fishermans tale- yeah he really did go fishing
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Fishermans tale- yeah he really did go fishing It was eerily quiet and still. The soon to be rising sun was beginning to turn the dark of night to the glory of a brilliant sunrise. The birds were chirping, squirrels and chipmunks scurrying about. It's mother natures alarm clock for the hard core fisherman. No need to actually look at a clock, he already knows "it's time". He reached across to run his hands over her hip. She lied still and motionless. She was sleeping so comfortably and looked just so relaxed. He slipped out of the bed being careful not to wake her. He threw on the clothes that were closest to the bed, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Although still summer, the mornings in the hills can still be crisp. This one was no exception. A shiver, zipping of the fleece jacket, a swipe of the windshield wipers to rid the windshield of the dew which had built up and he was on the way. He arrived at his spot. The babble of the river running across the rocks was soothing. The oranges and pinks of the rising sun are something that must be experienced, not described. That slight chill of pulling on the waders that spent the night before in the Jeep stuns him at first. He gets his gear together and heads down the trail to his spot, that place where all of his worries go away. Honestly, before he ever stepped in to the river, he knew it was highly unlikely that he was going to catch any fish that day. The conditions were all wrong, but it didn't matter. He was in his happy place. He worked a stretch of the river, trying with all of his skill to entice a weary trout with his offering. It wasn't to be. Either the fish weren't there or they had no interest in what he was offering. It's called fishing, not catching after all. He headed back to the cabin, anticipating what may be awaiting him. He could feel the rush of warmth running through his body. When he opened the door she was awake, on the couch watching TV. Her smile was warm and inviting. She was wrapped up in the bedspread that ended up somewhere on the floor the night before. Her smile began to morph from warm to naughty. He slid in next to her and she slid over in a welcoming way. He leaned in to kiss her and she readily returned the kiss. "Did you get anything?" she asked. He didn't want to say it but couldn't resist when he blurted out, "not yet." He reached under the blanket and ran his hand across her waiting body. As he had daydreamed on the way back, she was not wearing a stitch of clothes. The welcoming kiss quickly grew more passionate. His hands began moving across her lovely breasts. She pulled back. "let me go take a quick shower before we", and she stepped away. He heard the water running and could tell that she had just stepped in to the tub. With that he stepped out of his clothes and popped his head in to the bathroom. "Is there room for 2 in there?". Really he didn't care he was already in the shower before she could answer. The shower was steamy, the hot water ran over their bodies as the caressed each other. They took turns soaping each other off. The slippery feeling made things more erotic. She soaped up her hands, stepped back from him, dropped to her knees and began washing his cock and balls. He felt a rush of warmth to the area. His cock was growing as she massaged and cleaned him. He couldn't respond, just close his eyes and enjoy it. After what seemed to be an eternity , and I'm sure it was probably a few seconds, he took her by the hips and began to turn her around. She felt his hard cock pressing between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder. "Go in the bedroom and let me finish here" she said. Not exactly what he had expected, but OK. He dried himself off and anxiously awaited her arrival in the bedroom. She walked in a short while later. She looked over and said "I see you are still ready." staring at his fully erect cock. He reached for her. She took his hands in hers and put them by his side. By now he could actually feel his cock twitching and throbbing in anticipation. She reached in to her bag and joined him on the bed. In her hand she had a blue vibrator and some lube. She positioned herself so that her pussy was clearly visible to him. "Do you want to see what I did while you were fishing?" With that she lubed up the cock shaped toy before he could answer. She laid her head back and started sliding the vibrator along her waiting pussy lips. Back and forth, just barely inside of her. He reached for her, she politely pushed his hand away. She turned the knob and they could hear the hum of her toy and she continued to work her swollen, now open lips. She looked at him, as their eyes met, she plunged the vibrator deep in to her. He swallowed hard. Her hips were now rocking. He could see her classic tell tale sign that she was close, biting her bottom lip. She began with soft moans. Her hips raising. She was clearly on the edge and ready. He reached over and grabbed her hand working the toy for just a second. He moved between her legs and lowered his face to her waiting clit. As he started to work her swollen bud, he urged her to continue working the toy in her pussy. Within a very short time, she was ready. As her moans started increasing he sucked down harder on her clit, and guided her hand to slide the toy in all the way to the base. Her orgasm was intense. Perhaps as intense as they ever experienced together. She actually let out a scream, not something she had ever done with him. Her hips sank in to the mattress. She pushed back on his head , no more she had enough. He rolled to his back and she cuddled up next to him. A little break he figured and then they would solve this growing problem that he had between his legs. That is not what she had in mind. She didn't need, nor did she want a break. She immediately climbed up on to him. She expertly slid down on his cock. She looked at him and said "fuck this pussy, fuck it now". "Give it to me". She started grinding. Her juices were running down between them. She was grinding hard, and I mean giving it all. Her pussy is remarkably tight and wet always, but this time it seemed even more so. He grabbed her hips and held her still. She bent forward with her head on his shoulder in a doggie style position. He slapped her ass. She moaned and let out with "Slap that ass". He drove his cock back in her. "Fuck yes, take what's yours she said". He held her hips still raising his hips to pump her hard and deep. He could feel her juices with every stroke. With her tell tale lip biting again, he slapped her ass again and fucked her even harder. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her all the way down on his shaft. She sat up and grinded her tight pussy on to him and took every bit of his cum. She let out a moan with each pump of him that was now filling her. She climbed off of him and settled in next to him. This time it was to just relax and enjoy the moment. Not long after reality set in. The "fishing trip" was over. It had to be for life was beckoning. They had a great lunch down by the river and bid a fond adieu to their time together. I'm hoping it happens again. |
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