9 comments/ 114360 views/ 4 favorites A Fishing Story By: magichands The clock read 4:15 when I tried to shake my wife Lee awake. She groaned and rolled over, having none of it. "Wake up!" I told her, "Let's go fishing!" Lee let out the little whimper she gives when I want to do something and she doesn't.. "Darn!" I thought. Here I was wide awake, and I already had a Banana and some juice. I was trying to think of what I wanted to do, and I picked up the Morning paper and read a report that said "Record Run of Salmon!" in the headlines. That was it! Except the wife was not co-operating. I went out to the garage and opened the big overhead doors, here sat my little 16' aluminum skiff looking a bit neglected. I greased the wheels, chopped back some stringy Blackberry vines that were trying to take over, checked everything, hooked up the hose and started the engine. She popped off and purred like a hot engine. I got the old truck out and hooked up, then dug around in my tacklebox for some brass #4 Bear Valley spinners. I use only that lure, my Grandpa ran a general store down on the coast and had total faith in them, so he stocked the brass blades by the case. He taught my Dad how to dye chicken feathers in red and yellow to hide the big treble hooks, and my Dad taught me. The big heavy blades flutter just right, the modern stuff is lighter and spins like crazy. My Dad told me no fish in it's right mind would bite those, so the big heavy blades were all we ever used. Ready to go, I went back inside and tried to wake Lee, no luck. She will roll up in a ball and pull the covers over her head, and when she does that even our Pit Bull Terrier won't go near her! So I sat down in my chair and pouted, I knew I didn't dare go by myself, especially considering the events of the last few months. Hell, I am supposed to be dead! Then it hit me, my neighbor, Skip! I don't see much of him, since he and his wife broke up he is gone a lot, sometimes for days on end. But I picked up the phone and called. "Sure!, he replied to my request for a fishing buddy. Perfect, Skip was aware of my illness, so if I got in trouble, he would know what to do. Besides, he was a volunteer for the local Fire Department, and had some EMT training. I wrote Lee a note, feeling guilty for a second, then off we went. It is only a mile to the boat ramp, and another mile to the main river, so we had lines in the water in 60 minutes. Skip had on a tiny little silver spinner, and I was using my big old Bear valley. He looked at what I was hooking up and told me it was too big, I just ignored him and dropped it over the side. We sat there in the cold morning air waiting...and waiting... Finally it was getting later and warmer, I began to doze between the sessions of rocking wildly as one of the big pleasure boats cruised by. By about 2 PM it was hot, and I woke up just as I heard Skip say, "It ain't looking too good!" I glanced at my rod tip, just sitting there. Suddenly it dove towards the water! "All right!" I thought, and I grabbed the pole and leaned back, coming up solid against what felt like a huge rock. But this rock was moving! All hell broke loose then as the thing headed for the Ocean at full speed. I set down on the drag as far as I dared and it kept right on going. It must have taken 150 yards on the first run, this was a strong fish. Just as I was about to tell Skip to trip the anquor and start the engine to give chase, the fish settled in sideways and sulked. I began to gain line. Almost an hour later, the net flashed, the big Chinook slammed his tail down on the water in one final gasp, and he was ours! Skip and I stared at the thing in the bottom of the net, a female, it was huge! He watched as I as I kneeled down to try and untangle the net, carefully leaving the fish in the water. "Ted!!" Skip exclaimed, realizing what I was going to do as I reached for the pliers to remove the hooks. I grinned at him, he just shrugged. I slipped the hooks loose. Then I set the net deeper in the water, watching as this beautiful creature looked directly at me, beaten and gasping for breath. I waited, then the breathing steadied, the big fish rolled upright, wary now. I dropped the net down, she lay there for a second, then in a monstrous slash of her tail, she drenched us both and was gone! A few seconds later, the water exploded as she came completely clear 50 feet away, writhing in the air in her enjoyment of freedom. "Damn!" Skip said, exaggerating. "You just turned loose a 50 pounder!" "Well, 45 anyway!" I thought, feeling quite pleased with myself. There was no way I could kill a creature like that. A couple of years earlier, yes, but not now, since I know how precious life is! We dropped our lines in again, and another hour passed. Just then Skip let out a "whoop!" and we were off again. In short order, he had a nice 18 pounder laying on the floor. It looked like a minnow compared to the one I had caught, but the clipped fin told the story, hatchery fish, not a wild one like the one I had landed. That was dinner! That was enough for us, it was obvious I was tiring so we headed back to the dock. We unloaded and put away our gear, I rested while Skip cut up the meat. Just then Lee walked in, she had been out on the deck. She looked me over with some concern, I looked her over with some myself. She had on a tiny yellow thong style bottom with a top that was just two little triangles, not exactly the type of outfit one runs around in front of neighbors in. I knew the outfit very well, the bottom triangle stopped right at the sensitive spot between her vagina and anus, the rest was just thin string. I knew from experience that if she lay on her stomach and parted her legs, she would be completely exposed! Standing, she appeared to be nude from the rear. Nope, not exactly an outfit one runs around in front of neighbors in, but I didn't mind. Actually, I kind of liked it. Besides, Skip's ex-wife, Shari, had been on my massage table several times and there were no secrets, even though I had never actually done more with her than a massage. Shari was a skinny, flat-chested little redhead. She had almost no breasts, but nipples the size of Silver dollars, and a thin strip of untrimmed pubic hair above her pussy. Freckles everywhere! But Shari had met some young guy, gotten involved, and one day took off with him, leaving Skip to fend for himself. Skip had dated a bit after that, always the same type of woman, thin, small busted. The same type I like, actually, just like Lee. Lee went into the kitchen to look at the catch, Skip saw her, looked her up and down and almost dropped his knife. He politely went back to his work, as they chatted a bit, then Lee came back out to the living room. "I had a nice day!" I told her, then my eyes closed and I dozed off. It was dark when I woke, I looked around, no one in sight. I got up and went over to Lee's computor room, she was sitting there searching medical sites, it seems that is all she does now. She smiled and said "Hi!", and got up to fix a small meal. Fresh Salmon, some Corn on the cob, steamed veggies and fruit. One thing Lee can do is cook! I was curious, though. Just before I fell asleep, Lee was wearing that tiny little suit, the one that I happened to know barely covered her nipples, and the triangle of cloth for a bottom! Oh all right! I wanted to know what Skip did, if anything! Lee knew, she smiled at me and told me all he did was look a few times, trying hard not to. He had finished up the fish, left some for us, then he had gone in and checked my pulse and breathing. Finding all normal, he had simply said goodnight and left. I really wasn't sure if I was pleased or disappointed, after all, just a couple of days earlier I had spent a wild afternoon in a motel room with Penny, having just barely met her! I had told Lee of course. She didn't mind, in fact seemed a little pleased. We laughed together about my escapade, amazing for an old coot. I talked to Lee a bit about Skip, curious if she found him interesting. She admitted she did, but that he had never made a move of any kind, in fact, just the opposite! I didn't tell her what I was thinking, Skip was a nice guy, hard worker, just a couple of years younger than Lee. He really looked to be about the same age, I guess I am the one who looks older, especially now. So I told her that if she had an interest, to go for it! Lee just looked at me, her expression gave no clue to what she was thinking. I went to bed, I slept and dreamed. I remember that one, rare for me. I was thinking that Lee had hooked up with Skip, me being long gone. I saw them together, I don't know quite how to explain it but it gave me a feeling of peace. I knew Skip would never do anything to betray me, but I also knew he was a red blooded guy. He had gone through several girl friends since his wife took off, but none of them lasted more than a week or two. I was wondering if he had an interest in Lee, if it makes sense I would somehow feel better if I knew she was taken care of. I don't mean financially, I had that handled, I was more concerned about someone being there for her that wouldn't try to mess up her life. I guess you could say what I was about to do was out of love. I know my time is shorter than most, my Doctor says maybe 3-4 years, I think 2 tops. I feel the time short in me, but all that means is I needed to hurry while I still had strength. So I called Skip and asked him over to dinner. He was sitting there watching TV when I called, who knows? Maybe even expecting/hoping? Skip and I have chatted quite a bit, he knows a lot about Lee and I, but he has just never been included in any of our activities. I do know he was quick to say "Sure, thanks!".. I had the barbeque fired up when Skip showed up in the late afternoon. A couple of big T-bones and spuds for them and some steamed veggies for me. A nice bottle of wine, to go with my distilled water. Funny but I really don't miss the steaks and wine much, It has been a year of a diet of food designed to keep me strong, I am used to it. Lee was leaned back on one of the deck chairs, she had on one of her little white tube tops and a pair of shorts that fit her like a 2nd skin. I happened to know she didn't have a stitch on underneath. The looks of her gave me a nice little twinge, I know Skip had to feel that same way. There was a hesitation, some kind of mystery, in the air. Even conversation was stilted, where usually we just chatted away like gangbusters. I figured he had to know what I was up to. We retired out to the deck, the sun was dropping fast, which usually means the temperature, too. I can't do cold weather very well, I mentioned to Lee I had to go back inside. She glanced at me with a smile, and told me to go ahead, that she would stay out awhile. I went inside, flipped on the TV to some drivel, and dozed off. I guess it was an hour or so later when I woke, the house was quiet. I got up and went upstairs to the balcony that overlooks the front deck, no one was there. Curious, I walked back to the other end of the house where my loft overlooks my massage room. I am proud of my house, it is completely unique, the big windows face out on a nice garden, I built a small waterfall that gurgles in the corner. It is light and airy, a fun place for me to work. I especially enjoy doing afternoon sessions, the sun filters in through the trees. The feeling is like being outdoors, even though one is inside and warm. I stepped up to the edge of the loft, Skip was lying face down on my massage table, a towel over his behind, as Lee worked on his back and shoulders. Skip seemed almost asleep from her efforts. I watched awhile, then wandered back downstairs to get a drink. I found some Tomato juice in the fridge, downed a couple of glasses, and took the stack of pills that Lee leaves out for me each evening. Then I went back upstairs. Skip was now on his back, the towel was still in place, but the lump in the front of the towel told the story. It hit me then that Lee had changed, she now had on a loose pink halter top, and a little skirt that sat low on her hips, and on the short side. She was working on his right leg, her hands moving high with each stroke but stopping short of the towel by inches. Lee spotted me out of the corner of her eye, glanced up and gave me a bright smile, I just grinned and gave a little wave. Then I went back to the TV. One thing about TV, I don't care how much money one spends on programming, it always seems there is nothing on worth watching. I finally just ignored it, picked up a book and tried to kill some time. Finally I could stand it no longer, so I went back up to see what was going on. I admit to a bit of surprise when I saw that Lee was now on the table! Skip was rubbing her fanny, the small towel was pushed up high enough that she wasn't covered at all. Skip was wearing just his trunks, I spotted Lee's top and skirt thrown carelessly on a nearby chair, and knew she was nude. Lee lay there quietly as hs hands moved over her behind, then I saw his fingertips drift into the cleft between her cheeks. Lee did that little roll that women do when they signal willingness, and parted her legs a bit. His fingers drifted a bit deeper, then his right hand went down to the back of her thigh, slipped inside and up. He must have come within an inch of her pussy. I watched as his hand swept up into the inside of her left fanny, and pulled gently. I saw him lean forwards at the same time, he was obviously taking a peek! He repeated the motion several times, leaning in each time, then he stepped to the other side. I knew he could see me from there if he looked up, so I stepped back slightly. I run soft lights that mount on the bottom of the loft, so just a step back from the edge hides anyone up there from view. I watched as he repeated the motions on the other side of Lee's body, he was certainly taking his time! Lee parted her legs a bit more, even from my poorer vantage point she was becoming exposed. Then he stepped to the foot of the table, ran both hands up the back of her legs, pressing her cheeks apart at the top of each stroke. I had to stifle a chuckle, thinking of how many times I had used a similar motion on a client, with the soft lights deliberately placed to allow me a clear view. Fun stuff, actually, yes I know. Men! They are all the same! Just then he said something I didn't catch, Lee said something in return, and rolled over, laying the towel across her lower body. Her breasts were bare, she nestled back against the pillow and closed her eyes. Skip looked her over carefully, he was pretty much hooked now, I doubt he would have spotted me if I had jumped up and down and yelled! He went right to her upper body, no pretenses now, he was stroking and fondling. I watched as his hands drifted over her breasts, lingering each time. Lee is blessed with extremely sensitive nipples, and uniquely, they get very long when she is arroused. They will extend out nearly a half inch, and she was extending nicely. Skip soon moved to her lower legs, and spent just a short time there before his hands were up to the bottom of the towel. Each stroke moved the towel up, until finally his hand swept completely underneath and I knew he had let it drift across Lee's mound. She showed no resistance, so emboldened, he did it again. Then again. Lee let her hips come up to meet his hand, then the drape was up and across her waist, Skip's hands were on her. Lee's legs opened to allow him access. I watched, delighted, as he stroked up and across her lips. Lee opened her eyes, I saw her looking up to where I would be, the light blocking her view. I think she knew I was there, she simply closed her eyes and went back to enjoying what Skip was doing. In just moments, he leaned forwards, kissed her lightly, hesitated. Lee offered no resistance, so he leaned in and began to lick her in long sweeps. Lee said something to him, he stepped back and dropped his trunks to the floor. He was fully erect, about the same size as me, not huge but larger than normal. He picked Lee up and moved her to the couch I keep over on the side. He lay her down, they snuggled, I watched as they joined, then turned and went downstairs, not wanting to watch for some reason. I sat in the living room, it must have been an hour or so later when the sound of the shower woke me again. I opened my eyes, Skip was sitting in the chair opposite me. I noted the sheepish expression on his face. "It's all right." I said simply. "Just be sure to take care of her for me, no matter what!" Skip just nodded. Just then Lee came out, naked and damp from the shower, towelling off. She came and snuggled up beside me. We probably sat there for 30 minutes, no one said anything. Finally, Skip excused himself and left. Lee cuddled with me for awhile, then giggling, said, "Come on!" Grabbing my hand, we headed to the bedroom. In just a few short minutes, she had me ready to go! As she climbed on top, and I felt myself slide into her, her body shuddered. "God I love you!" she said... A Fishing Story Bill and Kathy had once been very good friends of mine. Several jobs ago I met Bill at work and one evening I came over for dinner. I soon became their little hobby -- they would invite me over at least once a month, often to try to set me up with a potential girlfriend. There's something about an eligible single person that married people just want to fix. During this time I was like a brother in the family, in fact, I had a key to the house; I used to house-sit while they were out of town, and one time Bill simply said "Keep it." Since that time (if I came over when I was expected) I simply let myself in so they wouldn't have to come to the door. Over the years our relationship cooled a bit as Bill and Kathy's marriage cooled. Bill began to treat Kathy very disrespectfully, and was on his second serious affair that I knew of. Myself, I didn't see anything about Kathy to disrespect; she was intelligent, cute, good natured, and sexy. In fact, when I looked at the skanky women Bill was hanging out with, it looked like a big trade down to me. Anyway, I just started to feel uncomfortable around the two of them together, partly because of the embarrassing way Bill would put down Kathy in front of me, and partly because I was privy to Bill's affairs and I didn't like the idea of being part of a lie against Kathy, even though I was 90% sure she knew about it. Really, how could she not know -- sometimes he would spend the night at this woman's house? But because I liked Kathy, even if she did know about the affair, I didn't like the idea of her seeing me participating in the deception by pretending not to know about it myself. I still liked Bill's company though, and sometimes we would do things together: go to a boat show, play pool, go fishing, and that sort of thing. We weren't great friends because we had a different way of looking at things, but like lots of guys we didn't have any other options, so we would hang out together. That brings me to the Saturday I'm going to describe, when I came over very early to go fishing with Bill about an hour before sunrise. We had set up the fishing trip a couple of weeks earlier. Letting myself in through the front door, the first thing I noticed was that only one light was on in the empty living room. I had expected Bill to be waiting for me there. The second thing I noticed was how quiet it was. I didn't want to wake Kathy up, so in a loud whisper I said, "Hey, Bill! Bill! You there?" No answer. The kitchen was dark, but they kept a dim light on in the hall at night. I crept quietly down that hall, up to their open bedroom door, and standing discretely around the corner out of the doorway, I whispered loudly, "Hey, Bill! Wake up buddy." Then I listened. After a few seconds, I heard rustling sheets, and Kathy's dopey, slow, confused-sounding voice. "Jimmy? Is that you? What're you doing here?" "Yep. It's me. I didn't mean to wake you. I'm here to get Bill." There was a long silence. I was beginning to wonder whether she'd gone back to sleep when Kathy mumbled "What time is it?" At the same time, I heard the sound of something falling over on the nightstand, rolling, and dropping to the floor, some sounds like fumbling in the dark, and then the click of a lamp being turned on. Then Kathy's voice, sounding groggy. "Come on in." I came into the room, and took in a few details. Kathy was lying under a down comforter with only her head poking out. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor by the bed. A heap that included a bra and panties, I couldn't help noticing. I saw that she was the only person in the bed, and the layout of the comforter and pillows on Bill's side of the bed made it clear that he had not been in that bed since the last time it was made. I noticed that Kathy is one of those people who wake up looking attractive, that she actually looked cute and waifish with her short blonde hair mussed, her half lidded eyes and a dimply, friendly little half-smile. Although I never admitted it to anyone, Kathy was really my type – a lot more so than the girls they used to try to set me up with. She was small, thin, and athletic, with a perfectly round little butt and perfect round little tits. She always smiled and spoke musically to me when she talked, although overall she was the quiet type. She was kind, considerate and caring; the kind of woman that just makes you feel like a better person just by being around them. To tell the truth, I usually avoided being alone with Kathy because I was afraid someone might notice how attracted I was to her, and in my view of things she was off limits. But now, here I was. She reached a bare arm from under the comforter, and patted a spot at the edge of the bed about even with her waist, and then returned the arm under the comforter leaving only her head visible on the pillow. I felt myself reddening as I walked over to the bed where she lay. Sitting down where she indicated, I asked, "So where's Bill? We were supposed to go fishing this morning." Kathy made a disgusted little snort and smiled wryly. "You really want to know?" I just blushed. Kathy watched my discomfort for a moment, and told me, "He's at your place. He spent the night with you. Remember?" Her voice was a mixture of sarcasm and disgust. Not only had the bastard forgotten about the fishing trip, but he had used me for an alibi with his wife without bothering to tell me about it! I looked at her, feeling pity for a moment, but it soon faded. I realized from her tone and bearing that this was no surprise to her. Her expression showed me – what a relief! - that she had known about Bill's cheating for a long time, and had come to accept it. Or maybe accept isn't the right word. She had gotten to the place that Bill's affairs no longer had the ability to hurt her; where I had feared there was a wound, she had shown me a scar. I said the only thing you really can say. "I'm sorry." When the cat's out of the bag, people have a tendency to relax. We now had opened a secret between us and our relationship dropped naturally and comfortably into a new level of intimacy. To make myself comfortable, I turned to face Kathy. I reached over her waist with my left hand to support myself, tossed a knee up along the edge of the bed, and leaned over her comfortably to talk. This had two symbolic effects. One, I had her caged so that she couldn't leave without asking me to move. Second, I had her obviously naked body within inches. In one sense it was as proper as an overcoat, but in another it was scandalous in the same way that a bra is sexier than a bikini top. One of Kathy's eyebrows ridged, which informed me that she saw the erotic possibilities of the situation while leaving me in doubt about her opinion of it. That's how I read it, anyway. I smiled at her and holding her eyes, I flatly stated the obvious; "Bill is a jerk." Kathy batted her eyes like a ditz, and said "Really?" Then she smiled to take away the sting of this gentle jab. I smiled back, but spoke seriously. "Yes he is. And you don't deserve to be treated this way. You've been very good to him. And loyal. And you're so, well..." I looked down. "You're so cute." Kathy had been enjoying my discomfort, and at the word "cute", her eyebrows bounced and her eyes twinkled. "You think I'm cute?" She was teasing me. I coughed and looked down again. "Well, yeah. I always have." She adjusted her position. I heard her arms moving under the sheets. Saw the lumps move from her sides. I imagined one hand in the vicinity of her belly and the other in the vicinity of her breasts. She scooted her rump so that her hip was in direct contact with mine. I could feel what must have been her forearm against the top of my ass. I began to become aware of her physical warmth next to me in the dim bedroom. "What's cute about me?" Her eyes were inquiring, and some of her mirth changed to something else. Something a bit more serious. I felt the forearm stir, and could see movement under the comforter in the vicinity of her breasts; something like a large circular movement. I sensed her parting her legs, and I was acutely aware that the hand that was attached to that forearm I felt must be very close to the place where the dimly recognized legs must come together. "Tell me how I'm cute, Jimmy. What do you like?" "Well, I like your energy and your attitude. I like your nose. I like your eyes. They're so big and blue and expressive." I swallowed. Kathy just looked back until the silence became uncomfortable. I continued. "I think you dress very tastefully. I like your complexion. I like your hair. I like your, uh..." "Yes?" I struggled for words. "I like your figure. I mean your body. I mean, I like how athletic you are, I guess." "Mmmm," she hummed. "That's nice to know. I like you too, Jimmy. I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're too shy. A guy as smart and handsome as you, you could have any girl you wanted. With that smile and a body like yours, you could have any girl at all, just by asking." She allowed this thought to trail off into a silence, watching for my reaction. I was aware of a slow tempo in the bed, not something you could hear or touch, exactly, but something like a heartbeat. A slow living, pulsing rhythm. I wondered if she was moving a joint restlessly. I wondered if she was lightly touching herself. Sensing in the dark, I finally isolated the rhythm. The forearm I could feel telegraphed a slow, subtle, rhythmic movement. "Do you like anything else?" Her lips parted, her expression entirely serious now. She pressed ever so slightly closer to me (or was I leaning into her?) The rhythmic forearm movement continued, more obvious now that her weight had shifted. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She was masturbating, right there in front of me. Well, I was determined to make this a good one for her, if I could. I made a series of comments, with long pauses between, establishing a sort of rhythm of my own. "Well, I like the clothes you wear," I swallowed, "and imagining what's underneath. I imagine your breasts. I like to look at them when you're not watching. I like their size and how firm they seem to be. I like your nipples, and I really like it when it's cold and they stand out. When they're like that, I'd like to suck on them. That time we went fishing and your tee shirt got wet, I thought I would go crazy. I wanted to bury my face in there. I wanted to rip it off of you. I'd like to suck you to orgasm, Kathy. I could sit and look at your tits all day. If I were Bill, I'd make you go around topless all day long. And I'd never get anything done, because I'd spend all day watching you." The motion under the covers changed modes. I imagined one hand near the breasts making a sort of squeezing movement. The intensity of the forearm movement decreased. I imagined Kathy using her wrist now. I could hear the swooshing of the covers like a heartbeat as I imagined Kathy's wrist brushing the fingers up and down over her labia and clitoris. There was a very faint squishing sound accompanying this, or perhaps I imagined it. Kathy looked at me again, very serious now, with an imploring look, almost a look of desperation. "Do you like my ass?" "Oh yes. I like when you wear your summer dresses. I like your bikini bottoms. I wonder how smooth and firm it must be. I wish you would show it to me some time. I'd gently rub it with my hand and cover it with gentle kisses. It's so round and perfect that sometimes it's all I can do to keep from biting it." "I'd like to bite yours too, Jimmy. And if I did that, while I had my mouth down there, I might just turn you around." Kathy took several breaths to say this, because she was starting to become out of breath. "I'd turn you around so I could see your hard cock. I'd put my mouth over it and run my hand over your balls and ass. Tell me what else you find cute about me." "Remember that time we went to the campground and I accidentally went in the women's showers while you were stepping out of the shower? I like what I caught a glimpse of then." The actions under the covers picked up speed a notch. "What?" "You know." "Say it Jim." "Your vagina." "Say it Jim." "You know." "Fuck, fuck, fuck. SAY it Jimmie!" "Your pussy." "You'd like to see my pussy..." Kathy was panting now, like a dog on a hot day. The bed was squeaking now. "Yes. I'd like to see your pussy." "Would you touch it? Would you like to touch it?" The motion of the fingers must have been a blur by now. Kathy clenched her teeth. "Yes." In one swift movement, Kathy grabbed my free hand and hauled it under the covers. It felt like putting my hand into a plate of warm gravy, it was so warm and wet and gooey. A plate of gravy with hair. I quickly put a finger in, with a thumb on the clitoris, and brought my movement quickly to a rapid pace. Kathy responded with a deep, breathy groan. Meanwhile, Kathy's motion had exposed her breasts. I bent over to kiss the breasts, and began working my way around them with my mouth, saying. "Yes. This is a nice pussy. It's a nice cunt. It's hot and hungry. I bet it likes cock. It likes lots of dick. It can't get enough dick." Kathy was grunting now, at the same pace she had been panting. "I'm going to look at this pussy!" And with that, I threw the covers off. I saw Kathy's whole naked, beautiful body for the first time. Angry red blotches were visible over the breasts and on one shoulder so that for an instant, I thought she had some sort of terrible birthmark. Then I realized that this pre-orgasmic blush was her mark of passion; that she was blotched because of what I was doing. Seeing her laid out like that was too much for finger banging. I dove on her like a dog coming upon that plate of gravy, and began licking the length of her pussy with my tongue. At the same time Kathy screamed in lust. She lifted her knees and crossed her ankles behind my head. I reached around and while lapping from anus to clitoris, I squeezed her breasts with my hands, and tugged and twisted her nipples. Kathy cried rhythmically, louder and louder until suddenly, she froze, holding her breath. Her every muscle stiffened as if she had turned to statue. She held this for quite a few seconds, then screamed, gulped in a big lungful of air, and again froze, holding her breath for a few seconds. Again she screamed and gulped and stiffened. During this, I allowed my tongue to move gently and slowly over all of her external sex. After the third scream, she again began breathing in great ragged breaths. She pulled my head forcefully away from her sensitive areas and simply lay there spread-eagled staring at the ceiling for a very long time. She made no move to cover up, but just lay there smiling. I would have thought that she had gone back to sleep, except that her eyes were open, alert, and focused on me in a way I can only describe as loving. This time gave me the opportunity to appreciate the view of her lying naked on her back. In an earlier time Kathy would have been called muscular. Some of her attributes might even be thought freakish and unsightly in women of a certain era. Her biceps and deltoids were noticeable and somewhat defined. On her flat stomach, a shallow valley was visible down the middle indicating that it was firm and muscular. She was thin, but not anorexic. Her breasts were firm but natural, spread noticeably to the side, but not sloughing down into her armpits. They were a bit more than a handful apiece. Her mons was more of a hill than a mount -- a round, grassy hill. She shaved tastefully, and it appeared that she either clipped her blonde hairs or they had a fairly short self-limiting length, like eyebrows. Her labiae were not visible; there was just a slit. The man in the boat was hiding. I was acutely aware that I had not had relief. This was probably at the top of sexy things that had ever happened to me, and I was hard and ready. I glanced at Kathy's face and saw that she had turned to look at me. "Wow!" she said. "That could last me a long time." Then she started to smile mischievously. "Hey. Somebody said something about biting your butt!" And she lunged at me. I don't know about you, but when someone lunges at me talking about biting, I instinctively jump. I hopped back from the bed, and she hopped, naked, after me. I feel like a damned fool for doing it, but I jumped back further. She giggled and started to chase, and so I started to run. I ran out the bedroom door and started to head down the dimly-lit hall when I heard a key in the front door. Oh shit! I came up short just as the door opened and Bill walked in. He stepped in, saw me, blinked a couple of times, and exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Hell! We were supposed to go fishing. Forgot all about it. I'm sorry, man." I shrugged. He came closer and whispered, "Hey, Kathy thinks I spent the night at your place. Cover me on this, will ya?" "Sure." I whispered back. Then, in a very loud voice, he boomed, "Let's have some coffee. Kathy? Hey, Kath? You there? Wake up! How 'bout if you make us some coffee." Kathy showed up wearing a robe, yawning. She looked at me. "Oh, Hi, Jimmy. Where'd you guys go last night?" I said, "We were down at the bar. I didn't think Bill ought to be out driving." Bill winked at me. When he looked away, I winked at Kathy. She asked me, "So why did you come over?" Hmm. Had to think fast. "He invited me over for breakfast for having put up with him last night." Bill grunted, looking at Kathy. "Yeah. Bacon and eggs. And toast. But first, coffee. How 'bout if you get started now?" We all marched into the kitchen. Under the bright light, Bill and I took seats at the table, while Kathy measured coffee into the coffee maker. This positioned her behind Bill, with me facing both of them. Bill had brought the paper in with him, and without another word, he picked out the sports section and started to read. Behind him, Kathy pushed the button to start the coffee and turned to face me with a wicked smile. Her hand slowly drew the cord on her bathrobe, and she pulled one lapel of her robe open, flashing me a boob. Then she went to one of the lower shelves to retrieve a frying pan. She limberly bent at the waist and daringly flipped the back of her robe up, showing her ass and snatch to me. I scooted my chair closer to the table so I wouldn't get caught with my own big problem. Kathy silently snickered at this, lifting her eyebrows. She pulled her robe back to expose her breasts; then hefted them for me, making smooching faces. She turned around and lifted the robe above her ass again and wiggled it at me. All of this took place inches behind an oblivious Bill. Kathy covered up and went to the refrigerator, where she pulled out a pitcher of orange juice, which she poured into three glasses and distributed them. Bill glanced up at me. "Got to pinch a loaf." And with that he lumbered out of the kitchen. Kathy was over in a flash. Throwing her bathrobe open, she threw one leg over my lap and scooted herself up to me so our chests were touching. She smashed her face into mine and kissed me violently, clutching my hair tightly and breathing heavily. Her naked pussy at my lap slid up and down over my pants, stroking my iron hard penis. She scooted back a little to give her hand access, and then struggled with the zipper. I helped her with this, and soon we had it free. As soon as we had it out, Kathy gave a little hop and slid herself down on it, emitting a huge gasp in doing so. Oh, glorious. Kathy was one juicy woman so it slid right in. There's one thing about this position. It's hard to get the right motion if you're in a hurry. Bent at the waist, the poor guy on the bottom can't really contribute much. I slid my hands around and grabbed one delicious little bun with each hand, and started bouncing Kathy up and down and back and forth. She helped in every way she could, but her legs weren't long enough to get a good footing on the floor without pulling me out of her. A Fishing Story I knew Bill well enough to expect that he would take about 5 minutes. At least, he almost always did. I thought frantically about how I could get off before he came back – it wasn't going to be this way. Kathy was apparently thinking along the same lines. She hopped off and slid under the kitchen table. She grabbed my dick and went to work on it with her mouth, while at the same time undoing my belt and opening my pants. This gave her room to insert her hand, to play with my balls, and to stroke me with her hand at the base of my shaft while using her lips at the top. With this sort of double attention from the literal woman of my dreams, I didn't last long. I couldn't exactly yell "I'm cumming!", so instead I kept my mouth shut and squeezed my eyes tight and bottled it all in. The first shot jolted me like popping the clutch in a Camaro as I let loose a hot blob that must have been the size of a walnut. Kathy continued to milk me, but soon replaced her mouth with her cupped hand. She milked the sperm from me into her cupped hand as I pumped and pumped and pumped. When I was done, she popped her head up from under the table with a smile that was comical because her mouth was stuffed. She hadn't swallowed. She grabbed my empty coffee cup from the table, poured the contents of her palm into it, and then disgorged the contents of her mouth into the same container. Then she beamed at me. We heard the toilet flush, and she had only just enough time to stand and turn the other way before Bill swept into the room. From behind the robe looked normal. "So where's breakfast? What've you been doing?" She replied, "Oh, I was just about to get Jimmy another cup of coffee." She placed the cup with the semen into the cupboard, and pulled out a clean coffee cup, which she filled and gave to me. "Me too." Bill said, picking up the sports section and holding out his cup. Bill and I made light conversation and read the paper while Kathy listened to the radio while frying bacon. When she asked how we wanted our eggs, I picked "over easy" and Bill asked for scrambled. Kathy wanted scrambled as well, so she fixed mine first and, placing them in front of me, told me to go ahead and eat while the eggs were warm. Then Kathy broke five eggs into a bowl, added a little milk, and began to whisk. Then she glanced at me and winked. I saw her reach into the cupboard, take out the coffee cup that she had put in there before, and pour the contents into the eggs. I almost choked. She winked at me, and then poured the eggs into the pan and cooked them. I watched, bemused, while Bill and Kathy ate their eggs. They both seemed to enjoy them. Kathy can be a bit of a devil – she waited until I was taking a sip of coffee to ask Bill "So how do you like the eggs? Are they a little too salty?" He only grunted but I went into a coughing fit that lasted several minutes. After breakfast, as I was leaving, Bill walked me to the door. On the porch he said, "Thanks for covering for me, pal." "No problem, Bill. All things considered, though, I think you should let me know when you tell her you're spending the night at my place. Leave a voice mail or something, so I can be prepared if she asks. We can spend as much time together as you like, if you know what I mean." I winked, and he nodded, grinning. The moron. One thing about Bill's fooling around – it meant that I got those calls about Bill "staying over" frequently. Of course, Kathy and I fucked like bunnies on those nights, but more important, I supported her ego and listened to her. We grew closer and closer together. Eventually she had the strength and confidence to kick Bill out of her life for good. Kathy and I have been married now for five years, we have two kids, and I never, never fail to appreciate how important she is in my life and how lucky I was that I remembered to go fishing that one day. But I will not let her fix eggs for me any way but poached; call me superstitious.