7 comments/ 31673 views/ 10 favorites Fishing With The Wrong Kind Of Bait By: m_storyman_x This is about as perfect as it gets. Early morning sun rising in the east, a light mist rising from the water, the soft splash of my lure as I cast it along the brush lining the shore. Fishing just doesn't get much better. I love fishing in the morning like this; watching and listening to nature. A blue heron wading the shore, a lone turkey gobbling on the hillside. I wondered if the stupid turkey realized that mating season was already over, but the wondering was short lived as the water exploded a few yards from the boat where my buzz bait was chopping its way through the water as I retrieved it. Yeah, it didn't get much better than this. I let the too small fish go back into the lake with a splash and ticked on the remote for the trolling motor, its electric driven prop cutting into the water and dragging along my big V hull with only the slightest whisper of the ripples gurgling past the hull. I really loved these nice warm mornings, just me against the fish. What are they eating, where, how deep, what color? My tackle boxes were stuffed with what my wife considers an excess of lures in an attempt to have just the right lure at the right time. This morning it felt like I had the hot combination as yet another bass pounded my bait. There was always the instant rush of adrenalin when you first feel the fish jerking wildly on the end of the line when he realizes that his breakfast was firmly stuck in his mouth and dragging him through the water. He fought under the water, and then in a desperate attempt to throw the offending meal out of his mouth he flipped in the air; standing on his tale and shaking his whole body vigorously. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't. This time it did and the fish went to hide and think about how unpalatable that particular meal was. I went back to selecting the next spot to throw my lure to see if I could entice another fish to bite. Yeah, it was almost a perfect morning...almost. What was disturbing the morning was the knock-down drag-out argument between what sounded like a young couple on another boat. Funny thing about a lake in the early morning; sound carries a long way. The other boat could be a few dozen yards through the mist, around the next point or all the way across on the other shore. Not that it really mattered all that much, the fish didn't really care about the argument and it did provide a certain amount of entertainment. Well, entertainment might not be the right word. The longer the argument went, the more obvious it became that the couple was in serious trouble. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" The female voice shouted. "Just what it sounded like!" The male voice shot back angrily. "How the hell could you say such a thing?" "It's easy. You're not enough. Not now and never have been!" He shouted. "Is that why you're fucking some God damn bimbo?" She screamed. "Why the hell did you even marry me if you don't think I'm enough woman for you?" "Let's face it, you're too damn skinny, your tits are too small, and fucking you is like fucking a blowup doll!" He answered angrily. "A fucking blow up doll?! You think having sex with me is like a God damn blowup doll? How can you be so fucking mean?" She screamed. "Hey...You're the problem here, not me. I can't help it you just lay there take it." "Oh? And I suppose your God damn bimbo just screams her little lungs out and bounces her body all over for you?" "Yeah, as a matter of fact, she does!" He shouted back. "Well, I hope you really enjoy fucking the little cunt because it's all you're getting! I'm done. Get your shit out of the house! I don't want to ever see you again!" "So what, you're going to walk home?" He shouted back with a laugh in his voice. "Have fun with that!" "Yeah, I'll fucking walk home if I have to! And by the time I get home you and your shit better fucking be gone!" She screamed just before a large splash could be heard. "Fine! Just try to walk your ass home!" He shouted over the sound of a cranking outboard. The outboard lit up and within seconds you could hear a bass boat screaming across the lake. "Well, that certainly sounded bad." I muttered, thinking back to some of the fights that my wife and I had over the years. I pitched my lure at the shore again just as the waves from the bass boat gently began rocking my boat and then washed against the rocky shore. I guess they were pretty close, which was not a good thing for the woman if she did what it sounded like. The piece of shore I was fishing looked like a long peninsula, but with the water over five feet above the normal level it was essentially an island. I shook my head and cast out my lure again, looking at the rising sun and thinking about how long it would be before it started getting stinky hot. The depth finder said the water was sixty-five degrees, which explained why the fish were along the rocky shore. The heat from the sun beating on the rocks the day before warmed the water along the shore slightly higher, attracting the tiny minnows, which attracted the small fish which attracted, well, what I was interested in catching. The sun had climbed much higher in the sky by the time I rounded the last point on the peninsula and started working the south shoreline. What I expected to see was more rocky shoreline, what I didn't expect to see was a slender twenty something year old woman, sitting on the shoreline, her feet sitting on the shore just in front of her butt and her knees up in the air, her head and arms resting on her knees. Her long blond hair was plastered to her head and her pink wind suit looked equally plastered, and still quite wet. She looked up as I approached her eyes red from crying. I sighed and hooked my bait on my rod; stowing it in the rod holder. Yeah, I was one of those kinds of guys, unable to pass by a damsel in distress. I eased the boat away from the shore a bit farther and then swung the bow around, building up a little speed before pulling the trolling motor up so it wouldn't be broken off by the rocks. It only took a few moments to coast to shore, that whole time I was perched in the open bow of the runabout; waiting for the crucial second when I would jump out, land on shore, and still have time to turn around and keep the fiberglass hull from being bashed in by the sharp rocks. It's a maneuver I've done on this lake dozens of times, and this time was no different. I made my leap, landed on the uneven rocks, swiveled around and caught the bow rail to stop the momentum of the boat before it hit the shore. I took the bow line that I held as I jumped and tied it to a tree to hold the boat from floating away when I pushed it out a foot or two from shore. In the still water I wasn't worried about it floating back. "You look like you need some help." I said to the woman quietly. "Not really." She practically whispered. "You sure? Gonna be pretty hard to walk home from here." I said as I stepped over to her and crouched down a few feet away. "You heard?" "Everyone on the lake heard." I answered with a shrug. "Great. Just what I needed. I suppose everyone knows that I suck at sex now." She said, putting her head back on her knees. "Oh you can't take his word for that. It just sounded like he was angry." "No, I was angry. He was just spiteful." She whispered. "I was angry." "Well, for what it's worth, it sounded like you had good reason." I said. "Sure you don't want a ride someplace dry?" "No, I'll walk in a bit." She said putting her head back down again. "Actually, you probably won't. With the water up this high you won't get any place without taking a swim." I told her quietly. "Awww shit. I can't do anything right!" She said despondently. "Come on. I'll take you to the landing and then you can call someone to come get you." I coaxed, holding a hand out for her. "That could be tough." She said reaching into her pocket and pulling out her cell phone. "I had this in my pocket when I jumped in." "Ohhh that could make it harder. I have a cell in my car you can call on." Told her as I stood up, still holding my hand out. She looked at my hand for a long time and then finally reached out and took it, allowing me to help pull her up. She let go when she was standing, so I turned to lead the way to where the boat was tied a few feet away. I untied the rope, gave it a gentle tug to pull in and used the bow rail to hold the hull just off the rocky shore. She looked at the boat hesitantly and then finally stepped toward it, reaching for the rail. She easily levered her tall thin frame up and over the rail to the open bow, sitting down on one of the padded seats. I pushed the boat away from the shore, and hopped nimbly over the railing, but in the process stepped on the young lady's foot. I tried to not put all my weight on it and fell into a seat across from her. "Sorry about that." I said as I got up and stepped through the open windshield into the main cockpit of the boat. I dropped into the driver seat to lower the outdrive for the big I/O needed to get the big heavy boat up on plane or drive it through the heavy swells of the great lakes or costal waterways. "We'll have you back at the landing in about ten minutes." I said as I got ready to start the engine. "I appreciate you're picking me up. But if you don't mind, I'm not sure I'm quite ready to go back." She said quietly. "Ohhh. Well, OK. Where would you like to go?" "If you don't mind, I'd just like to sit here for a few more minutes." She almost whispered. "Why don't you go ahead and keep fishing. I don't want to ruin your day having to baby sit me." "No. It's ok. We can just sit if you want." "Actually, I'd prefer if you did fish. Otherwise you're just going to sit and look at me and I don't feel like being looked at." "If you insist. I'll have to come put down the trolling motor again." I said, getting up. She shifted in the seat enough to let me get to the motor and tip it down. Fortunately it is a wireless remote so I can fish from anywhere in the boat. I pulled my rod out of the holder and turned the boat parallel to the shore and threw my lure out. I half paid attention to my fishing and half watched my passenger sitting in the bow for almost a full fifteen minutes before she said anything. "Can I ask you a personal question?" She asked timidly. "Sure." I answered with a shrug, not sure what she could want to know about me. "Are you married?" "Yeah, actually I am." "How long?" "Almost thirty years." "Have you ever cheated on her?" "Not intentionally." I answered. "Not intentionally? How can you unintentionally cheat?" She asked curiously. "Long story, but I was on some medications and a young lady that had the hots for me took advantage." I answered. "Did your wife know?" "No. I never told her. Figured she really didn't need to." I answered. "So have you had sex with a lot of women or only a few?" "Me? Oh, I was pretty active in high school and college." "Ahh. How do you stack up sex with your wife compared to other women?" "You really want me to answer that?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah, I guess that is a bit personal." "A bit." I answered, turning back to my fishing, "So is she? The best I mean?" She pushed. I took a deep breath and sighed long. "There's a difference between sex and the kind of sex a married couple shares after many years. I love my wife and even though we often don't agree on stuff and argue, we both care deeply for and about each other." "So that means no?" "It means that it's not the best physically, but as far as making love, there isn't any better." "I see. So just because it's not the best, you're not looking for better?" "Let me ask you a question." I said, trying to divert that particular question. "How many men have you had sex with?" "Me? Just one. I waited until I got married." She answered quietly. "You're husband did before that though, huh?" "Yeah, quite a bit." "I see." I answered. She sat quietly for several minutes again while I fished, the sun pushing a bit higher in the sky while I worked around the back of the cove, searching for the shadows the sun was casting on the water. "Does your wife have big boobs?" My passenger asked suddenly. "Huh?" "You're wife, does she have big breasts?" She asked again. "Uh, yeah." "So men like big tits instead of small ones?" "Not necessarily. I happen to like them big, but I don't have anything against small ones either. A lot of guys like smaller ones too." "Mine aren't very big." She said unzipping the front of her wind suit to reveal an equally pink tank top that was still soaking wet and clinging to her like a second skin. The outline of what I would estimate as small B or large A cup breasts was obvious in the wet material, along with the shape of both hard nipples. "I didn't even wear a bra today as a surprise for that fucking bastard." "Ah." I answered non-commitally. "What do you think? Are they too small?" "Nope. I think they're just right for you." She peeled the jacket off and carefully folded the wet material and set it on the seat next to her. She swiveled in the seat to face me and then set what I had to call a defiant look on her face. "So you like how they look? You don't want to see more of them?" Well, if I ever heard a loaded question that was it. If I said of course I wanted to see more, I was opening a door or proving to her that men are men...if I said no I was nullifying my previous statement that they were the right size for her. "Of course I'd like to see more, but that wouldn't be appropriate for either of us." I finally answered. "What do you do for a living? Politician?" She asked. "No...Engineer." I answered. "Engineer. Good at evaluating and comparing aren't they?" "Pretty much." "Well. Then evaluate these. Tell me what you think of them." She said as she reached down to her waist and pulled her tank top up, peeling the wet material up her body and tugging it over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. I had to admit, they did look nice. Each one, though not more than a small handful, was round and firm with a bright pink areola a bit larger than a quarter in diameter. Perfectly centered in each pink bull's-eye was a dime sized nipple that seemed to be hardening as I stared. She clearly didn't tan naked, because she had a large triangle shaped patch of creamy white skin covering a good portion of each breast that was a stark contrast to the dark tan of the rest of her body. Yeah, if I had to picture a perfect pair of small breasts, these fit the bill! Despite my desire to try and stay "professional" I could feel my cock hardening in my boxers, straining against my shorts. "Well, I was going to ask you if you thought they were sexy, but I can see by your stare, and...well...other things that they are." She said after at least a full minute of letting me stare at her. "So do you think I'm good looking too, or just a sex object?" Oh jeez. Another loaded question. What is it with this woman? I was beginning to think that the reason her husband was leaving was because she kept backing him into a corner and he couldn't deal with it! "Well, even you would have to admit that with your hair looking straggly from being wet and all does detract some, but yeah, I'd have to say you're a good looking woman." I answered after a few more long seconds of thought. "Humph. My husband didn't seem to think so." "He was clearly an idiot." I said with a shrug. I had fished my way to the back of the cove, well out of view of the main portion of the lake, and was hesitant about working my way down the other shore and out of cove with her sitting in the bow topless. I set my rod down and stepped back and sat down on the large padded engine cover that housed the big six cylinder engine. "You know, I can take you back to the landing any time you want, but if you want to just sit and talk, that's fine too. I don't think we want to go back out on the lake with you dressed like that though." She nodded a little. "It's getting hot in the sun. Can we find some shade?" She asked after a few seconds. "Sure." I answered looking around. The back of the cove had what was usually a little creek running into it. With the water up this high the channel would probably be plenty deep for the boat, so I picked up the rod and used the remote clipped to it to maneuver the boat the last hundred or so feet into the mouth of the stream and under a few overhanging trees. "Thanks!" She said as she stood up. She bent over and skimmed the wind pants down her legs, working them over her sneakers and then standing up again to fold them. She wore a pair of tiny pink shorts that clung to her like a second skin. Her legs were almost stick thin, below her knees, but her thighs were surprisingly muscular and well toned. "You know. It seems kind of silly now, but I wore these as a surprise for John. He always said he wished I'd dress a bit more seductively. Funny that when I do he decides to tell me he's been fucking some bimbo where he works for the last six months." "How long have you been married?" "Not even two years yet. I don't know why he bothered to marry me." "Hard to know what goes on in a guys mind sometimes." "You said you've been married thirty years? Does she understand you?" "Not all the time. Just like I don't understand her all the time. But most of the time we can finish each other's sentences. If we decide to go out to eat we can usually guess where the other wants to eat and what they'll order. That kind of familiarity comes with time, but it doesn't always mean you understand each other all the time." I said as I crossed my arms and looked up into the trees. "So you don't look at other women?" "I didn't say that. I'm still a man, even at my age, and a sexy body, dressed or undressed will attract my attention." I answered with a chuckle. "So... you know what sexy is. Am I sexy?" "I'd have to say you qualify." "So why would my husband feel the need to go find another woman?" "That I can't answer." I said honestly, shaking my head. She stood up from where she was sitting and stepped between the split windshield into the main part of the cockpit and stood about six feet away, her hands resting on her hips and the waistband of the spandex micro shorts. To my surprise she hooked her thumbs in the waist and peeled the material quickly down her hips and then bent over, pushing it to her ankles. She wiggled the material over her little white sneakers and then stood back up, tossing the shorts onto the driver's seat next to her. "What are you doing?" I practically shouted in shock. "It's funny. I planned on doing this for John today. Thought maybe getting naked for him out here might excite him. I've never been naked for another man before. It IS kind of exciting actually." She said, standing there with her hands behind her back and a shy look on her face, half looking at me and half looking at the deck. "Geez." I said staring at the neatly trimmed soft downy curls on her mound and her full meaty pussy lips exposed between her legs. It had the almost immediate effect of making my partially hard dick jump to full throttle. "Well, I guess it's exciting to you too." She said, shifting her gaze to my waistline. I looked down and saw that my cock was bulging my shorts out significantly. "Uh, sorry." I mumbled. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad you think I'm good enough looking to get excited." She said, moving her hands in front of her pussy shyly and intertwining her fingers while suppressing a little smile. "Yeah. Well...yeah you're good looking." I finally got out. She stepped two steps closer, leaving her standing only two scant feet in front of me. "You know. I've only seen John's cock in person before. I've never seen any other men in person. Would you...I mean...Can I...well...would you let me see yours?" Fishing With The Wrong Kind Of Bait "You want to what?" I squeaked in surprise. "I mean I know it's a lot to ask, but would you mind?" She coaxed in a very soft little voice. Shit....here I was sitting with a naked twenty something standing within arm's reach of me and she wanted me to show her my cock. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. I was at a loss to know what to do or think. I looked around and the light wind that had picked up was pushing us deeper into the narrow stream, which meant that we were less likely to be seen if someone else came into the cove, but it also meant we would eventually blow into shallow enough water that I might have to get out of the boat to push us back out. I had a feeling that either way I was going to regret my choice, but how bad could it be to let her see my cock? I mean she's far from the first, but for her, maybe the experience will help her decide what direction she needs to take for her life. I had a feeling that being with the idiot that she currently calls her husband was not going to be the direction of her future. "Yeah. I guess so." I finally answered to her expectant look. A smile spread across her lips as I slid off the padded cover I was sitting on to stand up and began to undo my belt. "Let me....Please?" She practically begged, reaching her hands out for mine. "If you want." I shrugged, taking my hands away from my belt and letting her fingers fumble briefly with my belt buckle. Once she had it undone she sunk to her knees, bringing her face to my waist level while she undid the button of my shorts and then pulled the zipper down. My shorts slid over my hips and dropped to the deck because of the weight of the stuff on my belt, leaving me standing in my t-shirt and boxers. Her slim fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers, one hand on either hip, and began to slowly pull them down. I saw her lick her lips in anticipation as more and more of me was exposed, first my graying pubic hair, then the base of my cock and then inch after inch of my hard shaft. It was almost painful to be bent over the way it was as the elastic waistband held my hard cock down, but I let her continue to pull at her own pace until my head finally popped free, allowing my hardon to flip up and stand at attention, pointing toward the sky. "Wow. It's huge!" She whispered as she continued to pull my boxers down to where my shorts were bunched up around my ankles. She let go and lifted her hands, one cupping under my balls and the other wrapping around my shaft; her long slender fingers not quite able to reach her thumb as it wrapped around from the other direction. "This is much, much bigger than John's cock." She said quietly, examining every one of my nine inches as if to memorize every detail. Her hand began to slowly and gently stroke up and down the length of my shaft, the sensations making it grow a little bit fatter and longer. "Ohhhhh." I groaned softly, trying to push the thoughts that were flooding my mind away. "Does that feel good?" She asked softly, continuing her slow stroking. "Uh huh." I answered breathlessly, closing my eyes and hoping that she would decide soon enough that she had seen enough and stop driving me slowly toward the point of no return. Her strokes continued unabated, extremely slowly and ever so gently, almost teasingly. Part of me doubted that I would cum and the other part hoped I wouldn't. Finally her hand stopped and I breathed a sigh, both of relief and disappointment. But boy what she had been doing felt good. I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see her close her mouth around my cockhead, enveloping it in hot soft wetness. Her tongue tentatively rubbed back and forth across the underside, right across that really sensitive spot, bringing a surprised gasp from my lips. Her mouth slid farther down my shaft, pushing my head deeper into her mouth as her hand slid up to meet her lips. The two moved as one, sliding up and down my shaft teasing my cock and driving me crazy. I could feel my balls tightening; a signal that I knew indicated the imminent release of a load of cum. "God! You're going to make me cum!" I grunted, trying to hold back what she seemed intent on making happen. The only response I got was a little squeeze of her hand to tell me she heard me. Beyond that she continued to slowly stroke up and down my shaft, pushing her face down until the head of my cock nestled into the opening of her throat before sliding back up again until my head was just about to slip from her lips. Her tongue stroked back and forth along the underside of my head each time she pulled up, intentionally searching for that spot that brought that first surprised gasp. "Oh God. You want to make me cum?" I panted, trying to hold back as one hand massaged my balls and the other stroked up and down with her lips. Again, all she did was squeeze my cock with her hand for a moment before she went back to stroking her hot wet mouth up and down my shaft. "Oh shit." I grunted, my hands reaching for her head, trying to refrain from grabbing at it to jam my cock deeper as the urgency of climax began to wash over me. As hard as I tried I couldn't stop the sudden spasmodic jerk that ran through my body as the first huge gush of hot juice spewed from my cock into her wet mouth. My eyes were closed so I didn't see it, but my ears heard the sound of her choke on the sudden surge; and I felt her face suddenly pull from my cock. My body, beyond stopping the climax that had already overtaken it, spewed out shot after shot of cum. When I looked down I saw her looking up at me, giggling; her face, hair and chest covered with globs and strings of my cum. Some clinging to her hair and others sliding down her bronzed skin. "I didn't expect that!" I said, holding a hand out to help her to her feet. "I did. Its one thing John was very adamant about. He wanted to be sucked off, and make a mess, frequently." "Well...Just the same, I didn't expect that." I said again as she stood up. I let go of her hand and found a lean cloth in the side compartment and leaned over the side to wet it. I shuffled back the two steps to where she still stood and began to wipe my cum from her face and body. "Why are you doing that?" She asked, trying to take the rag from my hand. "I put it there, I'll wipe it off." I answered, gently taking her hand away from the rag. "Why?" She asked with an odd look on her face. "Like I said, I put it there I should be the one to clean it off. Besides, I want to." "You're a funny man." She said with a smile. "Why's that?" I asked as I gently wiped the rag down and around each of her breasts, making sure to swipe it gently across each nipple more than once. "If I didn't know better I would say you were trying to tease my body." She whispered. "And if I was?" I asked as I continued softly stroking the cloth down her body long after all the cum had been wiped off. "I'd say it was turning me on, but why would you do that?" She said with a little shiver running up her body. "Seems fair, doesn't it?" I said as I put both hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me so I could turn us around in the narrow aisle. To make the turn between the seats she ended up pressing herself against me, my flagging cock pressing to her mound and her hard nipples pressing against my chest. Once we had swapped places I backed her up until her butt pressed against the padded cover I had been sitting on a short time before. I tossed the rag onto the pad and then lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pad. "Can I ask what you're doing?" She asked quietly. "Sure you can ask." I chuckled, as I slid my hand slowly down her hips to her thighs. "Ok...What are you doing?" She asked as I hooked my hands under her knees and gently lifted both legs up, causing her to lean back until she rested on her elbows. "That's easy. I'm returning the favor." I told her as I knelt down and gently lifted and spread her legs, giving me my first unobstructed view of her swollen engorged lips. I leaned my face toward her and gently licked along her outer lips, tasting the wetness that had leaked from between them. "Why?" She asked as she drew in a long ragged breath. "Because I want to." I answered, licking up her lips again, but this time pushing her legs apart a bit farther so that my tongue ran along her soft feathery inner lips. "Oh God. Why?" She squeaked as I licked a third time. This time pressing deeper, drawing some of her wetness up to her partially exposed clit, bouncing my tongue across it. "Why what?" I asked as I let go of her knees and moved my hands to her inner thighs where I could use my thumbs to spread her lips apart. "Why are you doing this? Oh God!" She finished with a squeak as I flicked my tongue across her now fully exposed clit. I concentrated on stroking long and slow up between her lips making sure to concentrate the end of each stroke on her clit, circling around it with the tip of my tongue before flicking across it several quick licks. "Ohhhhhhhhh God damn! You're driving me craaaaazzzzyyyyyy!" She squealed into the trees as I continued to assault her quivering pussy. "Ohhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...God. I'm going to CUM!" She squealed as her whole body started shaking and trembling. I lost track of how long she lay there climaxing; her body wracked with spasms as she grabbed at my head, trying to pull me tighter to her bucking pussy. Finally I was forced to pull her thighs apart and pull my head back so I could breath, leaving her laying on the pad quivering and gasping for breath. "My god...How did...you do...that?" She asked between gasps, her fingers between her legs stroking her sopping wet pussy. "Just wanted you to feel good." I answered as I moved to one of the rear facing seats that I had been leaning against and dropped into it to catch my breath. I leaned toward her and gabbed the rag I had tossed onto the seat and used it to wipe her juices off my face as she sat up shakily. She slid off the padded engine housing and dropped to her knees, her hands still shaking as she reached out and pulled one of my shoes off. She pulled the other shoe off and tossed it aside before she tugged my shorts and boxers off my feet. With a smile she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled up on it until I had to lift my arms for it to go further. "Please?" She whispered. I lifted my arms and let her tug my shirt over my head so I was completely naked. She took my hands in hers and tugged to get me up from my seat. I let her help me stand up, my hard cock bouncing with my pounding heartbeat as we stood in the aisle between the seats. She let go of my hands and placed both palms on my chest, slowly pushing me back so I had to step backward. She pushed me back the length of the aisle, between the split windshield and into the open bow until I couldn't back up any farther. Her hands pushed me backwards until I dropped to the seat, my hands reaching for the bow rail for balance. Without a word she reached past me to grab the rail herself and climbed onto the seat, kneeling astride me. She moved one hand between us and I felt it close around my rock hard cock. Ever so slowly and gently she rubbed it back and forth across her sopping wet pussy, wetting it with her juices and working it between her lips until my big mushroom head nestled into the entrance to her tunnel. She let go of my cock and reached back to the rail, lowering her chest to hover inches from my face. I heard her moan quietly as she rocked her hips slightly, letting more weight settle on my cock. Her weight built as she lifted one knee completely off the pad. "Yessssss!" She hissed as my cock suddenly slipped beyond the resistance of her entrance and was encased in her tight hot tunnel. She used her knees as a pivot and her grip on the rail to slowly pull herself up and down my shaft, letting her weight push her all the way down until her tight little ass was resting on my thighs, and then lifting herself, drawing her hard nipples within inches of my face as she pulled herself up my shaft. I reached my hands for her body and caressed her ass as she slid up and down my shaft, slowly working them from her firm ass up to her back, applying pressure to draw her chest closer to me. I lifted my head and engulfed one of her breasts in my mouth, suctioning it into my mouth and flicking her hard nipple with my tongue. "Ohhhh God yes." She moaned, holding herself still while I worked her breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around her nipple, teasing her puckered areola and then flicking her nipple quickly. "You're supposed to be letting me treat you." She gasped as I let go of her right breast and turned to suck the other into my mouth. I smiled as best I could as I drew her left breast into my mouth, treating that nipple to the same stimulation I had given the right. She started moving again; riding up and down while she rocked her hips, moving as much of me in and out of her as she could without breaking my grip on her tit. Up and down she moved on my shaft, slowly driving me up the slope toward climax, my cock growing ever larger within her. "I want you to cum." She breathed heavily. "Cum for me." "Soon." I grunted back, letting her breast pop from my mouth briefly, knowing that I was going to be unable to keep from climaxing very soon. "Ohhhh. God, yes. Please." She squeaked, her whole body trembling gently as she continued to slide up and down my cock. Her hips rocked slowly in time with her strokes, teasing the whole length of my cock, driving me to the very brink of release. "Uhhh here it comes!" I grunted, letting her tit slip from my mouth. "Yessssss. Do it!" She hissed as she pulled up as far as she could go and then dropped suddenly down my shaft. Again she lifted, holding only my head inside herself and then dropped down, slapping my thighs with her firm ass and driving my head into the end of her tunnel. Again and again she repeated the motions, each time her own body seemed to quiver more than the last time, her pussy clenching and quivering around me. It was finally more than I could take and my body suddenly jerked, jamming my cock as far into her as it could go, lifting her knees off the pad as a huge gush of hot cum lanced deep into her pussy. "YES!!!" She screamed, her own body suddenly jerking uncontrollably. The two of us climaxed together, each of us jerking and spasming as my cum emptied into her, her pussy seeming to clench around me at the feeling of each new jet pushed inside her. Panting and sweating, she collapsed against me, her hard nipples pressing into my chest and rubbing up and down along mine as we both gasped for breath. "Thank you." She whispered after several long minutes of laying on me making small moaning sounds amid her deep pants for breath. "For what?" "For treating me like it mattered how good it was for me. This has been the best, most fulfilling sex I've ever had." She said quietly, looking down into my eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know I certainly did." I answered softly. She lowered her face to mine and softly, gently kissed my lips. After nearly a minute of the hot, wet, seductive kiss, she pulled her mouth from mine and hovered fractions of an inch from it so that I felt her breath as she whispered to me. "I think you truly mean that... That you're glad I enjoyed it. I don't think anyone has ever cared enough about me to worry about how it felt for me." "Anyone who makes love with you should care enough to be sure you do enjoy it. If he doesn't, he doesn't deserve what you have to offer." I whispered back. "Thank you." She whispered, dropping her face so her cheek was next to mine, pressing wetly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly. Finally after long seconds of the hug, her tits pressing into my chest, she released me and slowly climbed off, a gush of cum flooding from her pussy and running down her legs. I watched her as she stepped back to the rear and picked up her shorts, gingerly stepping into them and pulling them up her slender legs. She looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass with a grin before pulling the pink micro-shorts up and over her cute butt. "Too bad. I was enjoying the look of your naked body." I said as I sat and watched her. "I kind of got that idea. But not much point in staying naked, is there?" She asked as she got her shirt and started pulling it on. "You don't HAVE to be in a hurry." I said with a shrug. She turned and looked at me curiously. "Why? I mean you're done, right?" I chuckled and answered her. "Done? Sweetie, just because I came doesn't mean the show has to be over. Not unless you're ready for it to be. Why don't you come back and sit down for a while and relax." She pulled her arm back out of her shirt and stepped back to the bow where I was still sitting. She climbed onto the seat next to me and leaned into me, hooking one leg over mine. "Now. Just relax." I said as I wrapped one arm around her pulled her body against mine. I reached across my body to hers and gently traced long slow circles around the breast and nipple I could reach, and then trailed it down her front to the waist of her shorts. "Are you trying to get me all turned on again?" She whispered questioningly. "Only if you want. Otherwise it's just being playful." I answered. "Why?" She asked, "Didn't you get enough?" I laughed. "It's not that I did or didn't get enough. It's about quality. Don't you like to snuggle and play a little after?" "Never been asked one way or the other." She answered with a shrug. "Geez. He really was an asshole." I said with the shake of my head. "Look. Sex is supposed to be shared. Not one sided. If you don't get what you desire from it, why would I expect you to want more?" "You mean it really matters to you if I'm satisfied?" She asked with surprise. "Yeah. If I'm going to do it I'm going to do it right." She sat and looked at me for a long time before she finally spoke again. "Either you're an odd man, or my husband was, I don't know which. Why would it matter to you if it was good for me or not? Hell, I don't even know your name! We'll probably never see each other again after this, so why does it matter to you how it felt for me?" "That's easy." I answered with a chuckle. "I ENJOY making it good for my partner. The better I do, the better she does. Look at what we did. Did you lay there like a blow up doll?" "No." "Why not?" I asked. "Because it felt so good I wanted more...and to be honest, I wanted to make you climax as hard as you made me." "And that's why it matters. I made it good for you and you returned it. Now it's just a matter of enjoying the moment and seeing if either of us wants a little more or if we're satisfied." "I've never been asked if I'm satisfied or not." She answered with a giggle as my finger slid over the top of her shorts and between her legs, rubbing the wet spot left by the cum leaking from her. "Well, it's up to you." I whispered, stroking her pussy through the material. "Well, if you really insist, I kind of like what you're doing." She said as she reached her free hand down to her shorts and tried to push them down. She tightened her abdomen and used my legs as a pivot, lifting her ass off the seat and working her shorts down to her thighs. I moved my hand to help her pull then down and slid them down her legs and let her wiggle her feet out of them. With a grin I sniffed them playfully and then tossed them onto the deck. She left her right leg hooked over mine and put her left foot on the windshield, spreading her legs wide apart. I reached between them and slowly stroked a finger up her lips, letting my finger spread them and run up the length of pussy, pressing against her pubic bone. Fishing With The Wrong Kind Of Bait "Ohhhhh that does feel nice!" She cooed. "You sure you don't mind doing this?" "Trust me, I don't mind at all." I whispered as I pushed my finger into her tunnel an inch or two and then pulled it out and slid it along her pubic bone again. She reached her free hand into my lap and played with my flaccid cock while I slowly stroked up and down between her lips; dipping my finger deeper and deeper into her, my finger tip searching for the top wall of her tunnel. "Oh shit!" She squeaked as my finger finally found its mark, teasing across that rough little spot full of nerves. I left my finger inside her, and slowly rubbed it back and forth across the spot, the sensations making her rock her hips in time with my strokes. "Ohhhhhhh God what are you doing?" She moaned as she pulled her face against mine, using her free hand. "Just playing." I whispered as I concentrated on the spot deep within her, my finger working faster and faster as her legs trembled and her hips tried to buck up and down. She was lifting herself completely off the seat as she tried to push her pussy toward my hand, one of her hands in my lap squeezing my hardening cock and the other across my chest, pulling her body tightly to mine. She buried her face into my neck and moaned loudly again, her ass sliding onto my leg so she was lying nearly flat, her shoulders supported by the hull of the boat. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." She mumbled as the trembling of her legs seemed to spread through her whole body. "I'm...going....to....cum!" She squeaked breathlessly just before her whole body jerked. To my surprise a fountain of juices arced from her pussy to splatter on the windshield and hull of the boat. Her whole body was rigid and shaking as the fountain continued for several long seconds, before dying and restarting again. I continued to rub and stimulate the spot deep inside her as she lay across me, shaking and trembling. Her squeak of warning turned into a long low cry that escalated for long seconds before she finally collapsed like a rag doll, seemingly dazed. "You ok?" I whispered. "Uh huh." She panted back, her arm still draped across me loosely, her face pushed into my neck. "Ok." I said as I drew my finger from her pussy and laid my hand on her mound, gently stroking her wet lips with the tips of my fingers. "Ok. I don't know what you did, but that's twice that I've climaxed harder than ever before, and after the first one, that's saying something." She finally said breathlessly. "God I could get used to that!" "Glad you enjoyed it." I said with a chuckle. "Oh I certainly did." She responded. "Good." Was all I said as I held her, still spread across my lap. We lay there for what felt like half an hour before she finally moved, sliding her ass off my leg and then climbing shakily off of me. "I don't think I can take any more just now." She said as she picked up her shorts and slowly pulled them on, giving me a nice view of her ass and engorged pussy lips as she bent over to slip each leg in. "Ok. I can accept that." I said as I got up. I waited for her to pull her shorts up and then stepped past her, headed to the stern of the boat. "Where are you going?" "Well, between the wind and our rocking the boat, we're pretty well beached back here. I'm going to get in the water and see if I can get us afloat again." "How can you tell?" She asked me as I stepped over the stern and onto the swim platform. "Long experience." I said as I stepped down into the thigh deep water. The channel here was only waist deep and maybe five or six feet wide, so it was easy to wade across and onto the submerged shoreline that the bow was resting on. I found a good place to put my feet and then, holding the trolling motor up so it wouldn't dig in, pushed and rocked the heavy fiberglass hull until it finally started to budge, slowly rocking and sliding back into the channel. I lowered the trolling motor back down into the water and then made my way to the stern again. Getting the outdrive out of the mud was a bit harder, but after a few bounces and grunts, I managed to free it and get the whole boat floating. She was still sitting topless when I climbed back into the boat. I found the remote for the trolling motor and began to slowly inch the boat out of the narrow creek channel toward the mouth of the woods. The wind had picked up considerably and as we drew out of the trees the boat was pushed around considerably by the waves and wind. "Going to be rough going back in." I said as I set motor to pull out toward deeper water and then started looking for my shorts. "Do we have to? Go right in, I mean." She asked. "Not if you don't want to." I said as I stepped into my shorts and pulled them up, grateful that there weren't any other boats close by to notice that we were still mostly naked. "I'm kind of hot and sweaty. Do you suppose there's a place we can swim?" She asked. "Well. Yeah. There's a place I've anchored to swim a few times." "Is it public? I didn't bring a swim suit." She said with a smile. "You don't mind, do you?" "I don't mind. I don't have one either." I said with a smile back. With the boat finally in deep enough water I put the outdrive down and started the big I/O, letting it rumble quietly at idle while I pulled up the trolling motor. To my surprise she sat down in the passenger seat, her shirt still in her hand, rather than on her body. She flashed me a grin as I opened the throttle and brought the big boat up on plane. It didn't take more than fifteen minutes or so of pounding through the growing waves to reach the secluded cove I was thinking about. It had a very rocky shore, so I dropped anchor several yards away from the rocks and shut the engine off. "This is nice and quiet, isn't it?" "Yeah, other than the occasional fisherman, there aren't too many people that come back here." I told her as she stood up and pushed her shorts down again. She lifted each foot one at a time, resting them on the seat next to me, the motion giving me another nice view of her pussy. "You coming?" She asked as she stepped to the stern and over, onto the small square swim platform. "Yep." I answered, pulling my shorts back off again as she dived into the water and swam several stokes from the boat. "Ohhh, the water is nice!" She called as I climbed naked over the stern to join her. "Yep. Not too bad now that it got a bit warmer out." I answered as I lowered myself down and floated away from the boat. "This is kind of fun. Never skinny dipped before." She giggled, doing a little breast stroke toward where I treaded water. "Well, see, lots of new experiences for you today then." "Uh huh." She said as she floated near me, her little breasts breaking the surface for a moment. "So, do you get horny looking at my body?" "Of course." "Are you horny now?" She asked, squinting in the sun to look at me. "Of course." I answered back. "Do you want to fuck some more?" She asked bluntly. "I don't know that after two big shots I can cum again, but I wouldn't mind screwing you some more." "Good. I want you to." She said as she started swimming for the shore. "Come on!" She called over her shoulder. I had no idea what she was planning, but I set out after her, breast stroking along behind her the few yards to the steep rocky shore. I caught up to her as she was trying to find a way to walk on the rocks barefooted. "That's going to hurt." I said, reaching a hand out for her and tugging her back, making her fall into the water near me with a squeal. "So what do you have in mind?" She asked as I searched around for a good foothold that would allow me to stand chest deep in the water. "Come here and find out." I coaxed as I located two appropriately smooth rocks under the water and stood on them. She swam over to me and I pulled her toward me, guiding her legs around my waist as I looped an arm under her back. I felt her heels dig into my ass and pull herself against me, trapping my hard cock between us. "I think you're thinking naughty thoughts." She said with a giggle. "Are there a better kind?" I asked, reaching down between us and coaxing some space between us. I was finally able to push my cock down and let my head press between her lips. She dug her heels in again and pulled herself toward me, driving my cock into her a couple inches. The water was doing its best to wash off the lubrication of her pussy, but it was a losing battle as she pushed and pulled herself off my cock until it was sliding its full length into her hot wet tunnel. "Hmmmm, I like this, too." She said as she reached for my neck to balance herself while I used my hands on her hips to help drive her on and off my long hard shaft. I humped my hips to and fro under the water, driving myself in and out of her as she gasped and moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhh God I can't believe I'm going to cum again." She moaned loudly as she threw her head back, her long wet hair hanging partly in her face and partly down her back into the water. "Uh huh." I grunted as my own body seemed to be driving toward another cum. My opportunities to have this much sex in one session had been pretty limited the last twenty or so years, so at a bit over fifty I was surprised that my body not only was excited again, but inching toward another climax. I could feel her hot pussy envelope me as I drove into her, and then the chill of the lake water replace her hotness as I pulled out again. The constant change in sensation along my shaft, as well as the tight caress of her tunnel on my mushroom head was almost more than I could take. "Shit. I'm going to cum" I grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back as long as I could. "Good. Do it! I want your hot fuck juice inside me! Cum in my fucking hot pussy!" She practically growled. "Come on stud. Fuck me with that big hot cock and fill me with your cum!" "Ahhhhhh!" I shouted as my body suddenly spasmed, jamming my cock deep inside her, releasing a huge gush of hot juice in her pussy. "YES!" She screamed as she began to try and wildly ride up and down my spurting cock. Her feet pulled and tugged on my ass while her hands grabbed at my neck and shoulders, trying to drive herself on and off of me. "AHHHH FUCK YES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body jerking and shaking around me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her chest to mine, her legs clamping tightly around me as she trembled. I held her like that for long minutes while her pussy clenched and contracted around my slowly softening cock. She finally pulled her head from my shoulder and placed a hand on either side of my face. She looked at me for a long time and then slowly leaned her face close; pressing her lips to mine and gently sucking and kissing me, her embrace full of passion and emotion as we stood there in the water. "Thank you. I think I'm finally done." She whispered after she broke the kiss. "I know you're married and we shouldn't be doing this, but thank you. I wish I could tell your wife how wonderful you are and how lucky she is to have you, but then she probably wouldn't understand. I think you do though. I needed this. I needed to be taught what it means to really be cared about, and not just used. Thank you." "You're welcome, and no, she wouldn't understand." I answered. "Too bad. It would be nice to be able to see you again, but I know that would be a bad idea. I think for now you better take me home." "Ok." I answered as she released her legs from around me and pushed off, quickly swimming to the boat. I had almost caught up by the time she was climbing onto the platform, pausing with her body bent almost double with her ass sticking out over the water, and me. "One more nice look." She said, looking down at me before pulling herself up. "Thanks." I answered as I grabbed the ladder and followed her up. She pulled her shirt and shorts on before slipping her shoes on, the water from her body soaking into the pink material. "Can I ride up here?" She asked, dropping onto one of the bow cushions so she was facing me while I pulled my shorts and t-shirt on. "Sure. It's going to be rough though, so hang on." I answered as I stepped to the stern to pull the anchor up. It only took a few more moments and we were headed out to the main part of the lake. Our cove had been sheltered by the point and little wind made it down to where we were at, but once we were out on the open lake the wind churned whitecaps made the ride rough indeed. Even with the waves only a foot or a bit more in height, driving head on into them was like riding a bucking bull. The deep V, designed for long deep rollers of the great lakes, lifted high in the air on the waves and then dove down into the trough that followed, the V splitting the next wave and throwing up a shower of spray that the wind whipped back toward us. I hunkered behind the windshield so I could keep dry and also still see where I was going, while she sat in the front screaming and laughing like it was a carnival ride. By the time we got to the relative isolation of the bay were the landing was she looked as wet as if she had been out in the rain, but her face wore a huge smile. Her shirt and shorts were soaked, and clinging to her, leaving little to the imagination, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. "You want to come up and use the phone to call someone?" I asked. "Yeah, Thanks!" She answered with a smile. I tied the boat up and then held a hand out to help her onto the dock. She walked next to me, her clothes leaving little rivers of water running down her body as we walked. "DENA!" I heard from behind us. She turned around and froze in her tracks. "My asshole husband." She growled quietly. "You still need a ride, I'll take you." I offered quietly while her husband walked across the gravel lot. "No. You better go for now. I'll be ok." She said, reaching out and squeezing my arm. Then, without warning she turned to face me and launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly. "Thank you!" She whispered before releasing me and sliding to the ground again. "You're welcome." I whispered back. "You better go now." She said, turning and walking away toward her husband. "What the fuck was that about?" He shouted angrily. "Just saying thank you to a real gentleman." She said as she walked past him toward a pickup sitting on the far side of the lot with a bass boat sitting on a trailer behind it. "'Thank you? For what?" He shot at her angrily. "For showing me exactly how a gentleman treats a woman, and for opening my eyes at to what kind of an asshole you really are." I heard her say as I walked toward my boat. I thought it a good idea to get the hell out of dodge before she told him just exactly how I treated her, so I walked onto the dock and untied the boat. "HE did WHAT?" I heard him shout as I started the engine to back away from the dock. As I motored out of the bay toward the main part of the lake and the turbulent waves, I looked over my shoulder to see her waving from the parking lot and her husband standing at the pier shouting something at me that I couldn't hear. I opened the throttle and bounced my way down the lake toward one of my favorite fishing holes, the events of the morning on my mind. I wondered just what they would do, and decided that he was toast if he didn't change. Part of me doubted he would even get the chance to try.