Gone Fishing
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Have you ever had one of those days where the stars must've been lined up just right and all was good in the world. The kind of day where the sun was shining just right and you were just happy to be alive to witness it. Yeah, me neither, but today was close. It was just three days after my fiftieth birthday and I'd managed to get out of the house and down to the fishing hole before the wife could start bitching. It was mostly because she'd still been asleep when I snuck out. She was going to be pissed when I got home as I'm sure that she had a hundred better ways for me to spend my Saturday morning besides going fishing, or pretty much anything else that I might actually enjoy. Fuck it, and fuck her, well maybe if she'd let me every now and then she wouldn't be such a bitch.
I got down to the small clearing on the lake shore just as the first rays of the sun peaked between the trees across from me and was drowning my first worm shortly afterward. The surface of the water was mirror smooth except for the small ripples created by my bobber and the birds were chirping in the trees above me as I sipped at my coffee. A few yards off to my right a couple of squirrels were chasing each other through the branches of a tree that overhung the water. I watched them play for a while, hoping that one would slip and fall into the water, neither did, but it was entertaining none the less. Like I said, it was starting to be a great day, not perfect, but pretty damn good.
I fished for a while, not really catching anything but getting a few nibbles. I was okay with that, like they say a bad day fishing is better than a good day at home with a bitchy wife. Anyway, I'd been there about an hour when I'd finished my coffee and began contemplating cracking my first beer. It was only a little after six but what the hell. Just as I was about to give in to the temptation I heard the first cracking of a twig from down the trail. As it grew closer it became obvious that they were human footsteps that I was hearing so I watched to see who could it be at this time of the morning. A couple of minutes later a young black girl rounded the corner of the trail carrying a fishing pole. She looked to be in her teens, a little chubby but kind of cute with shoulder length curly black hair. She didn't look to happy to see me in what was obviously her spot.
"'Mornin", I greeted her as I moved my tackle box and cooler over to the side of the small clearing. Just what I needed, another bitchy female. I knew that this morning had been going way too good.
"'Mornin", she returned as she set her stuff down, still not looking too happy. She baited her hook and cast out before sitting down on the bank across from me. "Any luck?"
"A few bites, but no, not really", I answered as I watched what appeared to be a good sized bass jump out of the water on the other side of the lake.
It was another half hour or so of the two of us fishing in silence before I saw my bobber bounce on top of the water and then dive for the bottom. It actually caught me off guard and I hurriedly grabbed my rod and with a jerk I set the hook. The fish gave a good fight and it took a few minutes to get it in to shore. At maybe three pounds it was no prize winning bass, but still not too shabby. Just as I threw it back the girl grabbed her rod to reel in a catch of her own.
I watched as she fought with the fish, the struggle making her small tits jiggle beneath her pink camouflage t-shirt. When she got the fish to shore it was maybe a little bigger than mine had been, but not by much. She deftly removed the hook from the fishes mouth and holding it by the jaw with one hand she pulled out her cell phone with the other.
""You want me to take that for ya", I asked, never having been able to really do the whole selfie thing myself.
"Sure", she answered and handed me the phone.
I quickly snapped two pictures of her holding out the fish and handed her back the phone. She then took one last look at the bass and threw it back into the lake.
After that we began to talk a little bit as we fished, she told me her name was Latisha and that this spot had been her favorite place to go with her father before he moved away and that she comes here almost every Saturday morning.
I told her my name and explained that I was envious, that I would love to be able to get out fishing every Saturday. We made small talk about her school and my work and about our mutual love of fishing. We chatted about how neither my wife or her mother understood the need to be outdoors whenever possible. I reached into my cooler and took out a beer, as I cracked the top I asked her if she wanted one, fully aware that she wasn't nearly old enough to be drinking it.
She took the can and thanked me. We fished and drank our beers as the summer sun rose higher into the clear blue sky over the lake. By the time that we'd each finished our second beer I'd caught another fish and my new friend had caught two. Of course, by then two beers on top of my morning coffee was starting to build in my bladder.
"Excuse me", I told her, "but I have to go make use of that tree over there."
She looked back into the woods and said, "me too."
We both set down our rods and I found a tree a few yards into the woods at one end of the clearing and she went to the other. "No peeking", she called out playfully as we turned our backs to one another.
As I stood there with my dick in my hand watering the tree I could hear her stream on the leaves behind me and I was finding it very tempting to turn around and look. The thought of a woman peeing had never really been much of a turn on to me but the thought of this teenage girl squatting bare assed behind me was certainly intriguing. I gave my dick a couple of shakes and tucked it back into my jeans before turning back to the bank. As I did so I caught sight of Latisha just finishing her business. She was half hidden behind a tree of her own but I could see one fleshy brown ass cheek as she pulled up her black panties and then her tan shorts. I turned quickly towards the bank before she caught me looking.
We finished the six pack without casting our lines back out. "It looks like we're out of beer", I explained.
She looked at the empty cooler with an exaggerated frown, "well, that sucks."
I'm not sure if it was the beer talking or maybe the little head in my jeans but I then offered, "We could go get some more. The little store down the street should be open by now."
"If you don't mind", she replied shyly, "I don't have any money to pitch in."
"That's alright", I told her, "You can buy the next time I see you down here."
We packed up our gear and went back to my truck. With our rods and tackle boxes in the bed we went down to the little convenience store. The old lady at the counter gave me a funny look as she rung up the twelve pack and a bag of ice, it was only a little after eight in the morning. I shot her back a look that said to mind her own fucking business and paid for my shit. If I'd wanted to be judged I would have stayed home.
"Where to", I asked as I got back into the cab after filling the cooler.
"I know a spot."
I followed her directions to a barely discernible trail off a remote dirt road on the outskirts of town. The trail led to a small clearing on the river bank. It was a beautiful spot that I remembered from when I was a teen, k**s had been coming to this place for years. I wondered how she knew about it, and if she knew everything that happened out here. There was a reason, after all, that we'd called it Pussy Beach when I was a teen.
I backed the truck up to the bank and killed the engine. We got out and climbed up onto the tailgate looking out over the river. It was a gorgeous view. We cracked open a couple more beers and watched the peaceful water flow by. It was certainly turning out to be a good day, the morning sun was warm, the beer was ice cold and my bitchy wife was not around to complain about either. Of course having the cute girl sitting beside me didn't hurt either.
Without thinking about it I paced my hand on her smooth thigh and gently squeezed. She placed her hand on top of mine and turned towards me. As I looked into her eyes they slowly closed as she leaned towards me and gently I cupped her chubby cheek in my hand. I kissed her soft lips, they tasted of cherry lip gloss and Coors. It was just a quick peck at first that quickly escalated into a passionate dance of the tongues. As we kissed I let my hand slide down her neck to her chest. I could feel the strap of her bra as it expanded to cup her breast under her t-shirt. She sighed into my mouth as I gently squeezed and caressed the pliable flesh of her tit.
I maneuvered my hand down and under her t-shirt feeling the soft roll of her belly underneath. I let it run up behind her until I reached the clasp of her bra. After years of dealing with my wife's boulder holders her thin little three hook bra strap was a cinch and using only one hand I had set her puppies free. Still kissing her I cupped the bare flesh of her tit in my hand and gently teased her nipple between my thumb and fore finger. She sighed again and pressed her chest harder against my hand.
She broke off our kiss and looked nervously into my eyes as if pondering whether she wanted to go further or not. In the end she reached down and took the hem of her shirt and peeled it off over her head then let the loose material of her bright red bra slip off of her shoulders. Her young tits stood out proudly over the dark flesh of her belly that rolled slightly over the waist of her shorts. She was a little heavy, but not what I would call fat. I could tell that she was a little self conscious about her body so I reassured her the best way that I knew how, by sucking as much of one of her pretty little tits into my mouth. As I feasted on one perky breast and then the other I took her small hand and guided it to my lap. She got the hint and began stroking my hardening prick through my jeans.
I'm no porn star, in fact I'm quite average down there but as my dick grew fully erect it became pretty uncomfortable in the confines of my underwear and jeans so I leaned back so that I could get to the belt buckle that lay under my beer belly. I unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans while she watched uncertainly. I laid back in the truck bed and lifted my ass so that I could kick my shoes and pants off.
Her brown eyes grew wide at the sight of my prick and nervously she bit her lower lip. Tentatively she reached out and wrapped her small fingers around my shaft. With slow gentle strokes she began to jack me off as I pulled her down to lay with me. I did have to adjust her grip on me at first as she had one of my pubic hairs trapped and was pulling it painfully. I kissed her as she tugged on my prick and squeezed her chubby ass. I slid my hand around to the front of her and worked it up between her thighs. I could feel the moist heat of her pussy through the fabric of her shorts and panties as I cupped the plump lips of her sex. She shuddered as I traced the line of her camel toe with my fingertip. I toyed with her pussy lips for a moment then gripping the waist of her shorts I urged her to lift her wide hips so that I could slide them down. We kissed some more as I toyed with her now naked cunt, it was as wet as any that I could recall.
"Mmmm", she moaned, "that feels so good", as I ran my finger through her wetness. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Yes", I told her honestly as I rolled up onto my knees between her wide spread thighs. I looked down at her pussy, it had a thin covering of kinky black fur trimmed into a vee above her thick lips. I grabbed a hold of my shaft and ran the head along through her wet gash. "Are you ready for me to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours", I asked but truthfully, I'm not sure that I would have taken no for an answer.
Timidly she nodded her head yes.
I lined up with her tiny entrance and pushed my hips forward. Her thick lips spread around my cock and slowly I entered her incredibly tight canal. "Damn baby, your pussy is so fucking tight", I exclaimed as my balls settled to rest against her taint.
She just grunted and stared up at me like a deer caught in the headlights as I began to fuck her young pussy. She may not have been a virgin, but she wasn't far from it. Her perky brown tits jiggled with each thrust of my prick into her hot wet box. The sight of my white cock slipping between her chocolate lips was mesmerizing and I found myself entranced by the view.
As much as I was enjoying pumping my cock into this pretty little black girl, the rough surface of my trucks plastic bed liner was getting pretty hard on the knees and finally I had to pull out. "Come down here", I instructed as I climbed down out of the truck. She looked a little confused as she did so, but I quickly had her bent over the tailgate and buried my prick back in to the hilt. Hmm, tailgate, now I understand. I grabbed a hold of her fleshy ass cheeks and drive my prick into her like a jackhammer, my balls slapping against her twat with each thrust.
"Ugh, ugh, I'm gonna fucking cum", she cried out as I slammed into her pretty little pussy from behind. I could feel her getting wetter and the muscles that lined her tight canal began to milk my shaft. The mid morning sun glistened off of her sweat slickened skin as I pounded into her gushing cunt.
Her muscles rippled along the length of her sweat soaked back and her nails clawed at the black plastic of the bed liner as she hissed incoherently in her orgasmic high. As she shook and convulsed with her climax I felt my nuts beginning to boil over. I had a moment of clarity just as I was preparing to bury myself into her twat and fill it with my seed and at the very last moment I pulled out and sprayed my load onto her back. My pearly white seed stood out in stark contrast to her glistening dark brown skin as rope after rope of my goo splattered against her. Fuck me, I haven't come like that in years!
Being a gentleman I gave her a slap on her still quivering ass and went to the cab of the truck. A quick search revealed a handful of fast food napkins which I brought back and wiped up the copious load of my cum from her back. I tossed the slimy napkins into a fire pit that some teenager had left there by the bank.
We got dressed and drank another beer before deciding that it was time to get out of there. I offered to bring her home but she declined saying that it would raise too many questions about why she was in a pickup truck with an old white dude. I dropped her off instead at a spot not far from our little fishing hole. Before she climbed out of the cab I gave her a quick kiss and told her that I hoped to go fishing with her again. She laughed and said that she was looking forward to it.
I put my old truck in gear and headed home, sucking down one last beer before having to deal with the wife. She met me in the driveway and started before I could even get out.
"Where have you been?"
"Out fucking a little black girl", I told her, "some of the best pussy that I've had in years."
"Yeah right", she scoffed, "you were probably out at that damn fishing hole all morning." Then she added with a laugh, "Probably didn't catch anything but a buzz!"
I just shook my head and got ready for the list of chores that I knew she had for me.
I got down to the small clearing on the lake shore just as the first rays of the sun peaked between the trees across from me and was drowning my first worm shortly afterward. The surface of the water was mirror smooth except for the small ripples created by my bobber and the birds were chirping in the trees above me as I sipped at my coffee. A few yards off to my right a couple of squirrels were chasing each other through the branches of a tree that overhung the water. I watched them play for a while, hoping that one would slip and fall into the water, neither did, but it was entertaining none the less. Like I said, it was starting to be a great day, not perfect, but pretty damn good.
I fished for a while, not really catching anything but getting a few nibbles. I was okay with that, like they say a bad day fishing is better than a good day at home with a bitchy wife. Anyway, I'd been there about an hour when I'd finished my coffee and began contemplating cracking my first beer. It was only a little after six but what the hell. Just as I was about to give in to the temptation I heard the first cracking of a twig from down the trail. As it grew closer it became obvious that they were human footsteps that I was hearing so I watched to see who could it be at this time of the morning. A couple of minutes later a young black girl rounded the corner of the trail carrying a fishing pole. She looked to be in her teens, a little chubby but kind of cute with shoulder length curly black hair. She didn't look to happy to see me in what was obviously her spot.
"'Mornin", I greeted her as I moved my tackle box and cooler over to the side of the small clearing. Just what I needed, another bitchy female. I knew that this morning had been going way too good.
"'Mornin", she returned as she set her stuff down, still not looking too happy. She baited her hook and cast out before sitting down on the bank across from me. "Any luck?"
"A few bites, but no, not really", I answered as I watched what appeared to be a good sized bass jump out of the water on the other side of the lake.
It was another half hour or so of the two of us fishing in silence before I saw my bobber bounce on top of the water and then dive for the bottom. It actually caught me off guard and I hurriedly grabbed my rod and with a jerk I set the hook. The fish gave a good fight and it took a few minutes to get it in to shore. At maybe three pounds it was no prize winning bass, but still not too shabby. Just as I threw it back the girl grabbed her rod to reel in a catch of her own.
I watched as she fought with the fish, the struggle making her small tits jiggle beneath her pink camouflage t-shirt. When she got the fish to shore it was maybe a little bigger than mine had been, but not by much. She deftly removed the hook from the fishes mouth and holding it by the jaw with one hand she pulled out her cell phone with the other.
""You want me to take that for ya", I asked, never having been able to really do the whole selfie thing myself.
"Sure", she answered and handed me the phone.
I quickly snapped two pictures of her holding out the fish and handed her back the phone. She then took one last look at the bass and threw it back into the lake.
After that we began to talk a little bit as we fished, she told me her name was Latisha and that this spot had been her favorite place to go with her father before he moved away and that she comes here almost every Saturday morning.
I told her my name and explained that I was envious, that I would love to be able to get out fishing every Saturday. We made small talk about her school and my work and about our mutual love of fishing. We chatted about how neither my wife or her mother understood the need to be outdoors whenever possible. I reached into my cooler and took out a beer, as I cracked the top I asked her if she wanted one, fully aware that she wasn't nearly old enough to be drinking it.
She took the can and thanked me. We fished and drank our beers as the summer sun rose higher into the clear blue sky over the lake. By the time that we'd each finished our second beer I'd caught another fish and my new friend had caught two. Of course, by then two beers on top of my morning coffee was starting to build in my bladder.
"Excuse me", I told her, "but I have to go make use of that tree over there."
She looked back into the woods and said, "me too."
We both set down our rods and I found a tree a few yards into the woods at one end of the clearing and she went to the other. "No peeking", she called out playfully as we turned our backs to one another.
As I stood there with my dick in my hand watering the tree I could hear her stream on the leaves behind me and I was finding it very tempting to turn around and look. The thought of a woman peeing had never really been much of a turn on to me but the thought of this teenage girl squatting bare assed behind me was certainly intriguing. I gave my dick a couple of shakes and tucked it back into my jeans before turning back to the bank. As I did so I caught sight of Latisha just finishing her business. She was half hidden behind a tree of her own but I could see one fleshy brown ass cheek as she pulled up her black panties and then her tan shorts. I turned quickly towards the bank before she caught me looking.
We finished the six pack without casting our lines back out. "It looks like we're out of beer", I explained.
She looked at the empty cooler with an exaggerated frown, "well, that sucks."
I'm not sure if it was the beer talking or maybe the little head in my jeans but I then offered, "We could go get some more. The little store down the street should be open by now."
"If you don't mind", she replied shyly, "I don't have any money to pitch in."
"That's alright", I told her, "You can buy the next time I see you down here."
We packed up our gear and went back to my truck. With our rods and tackle boxes in the bed we went down to the little convenience store. The old lady at the counter gave me a funny look as she rung up the twelve pack and a bag of ice, it was only a little after eight in the morning. I shot her back a look that said to mind her own fucking business and paid for my shit. If I'd wanted to be judged I would have stayed home.
"Where to", I asked as I got back into the cab after filling the cooler.
"I know a spot."
I followed her directions to a barely discernible trail off a remote dirt road on the outskirts of town. The trail led to a small clearing on the river bank. It was a beautiful spot that I remembered from when I was a teen, k**s had been coming to this place for years. I wondered how she knew about it, and if she knew everything that happened out here. There was a reason, after all, that we'd called it Pussy Beach when I was a teen.
I backed the truck up to the bank and killed the engine. We got out and climbed up onto the tailgate looking out over the river. It was a gorgeous view. We cracked open a couple more beers and watched the peaceful water flow by. It was certainly turning out to be a good day, the morning sun was warm, the beer was ice cold and my bitchy wife was not around to complain about either. Of course having the cute girl sitting beside me didn't hurt either.
Without thinking about it I paced my hand on her smooth thigh and gently squeezed. She placed her hand on top of mine and turned towards me. As I looked into her eyes they slowly closed as she leaned towards me and gently I cupped her chubby cheek in my hand. I kissed her soft lips, they tasted of cherry lip gloss and Coors. It was just a quick peck at first that quickly escalated into a passionate dance of the tongues. As we kissed I let my hand slide down her neck to her chest. I could feel the strap of her bra as it expanded to cup her breast under her t-shirt. She sighed into my mouth as I gently squeezed and caressed the pliable flesh of her tit.
I maneuvered my hand down and under her t-shirt feeling the soft roll of her belly underneath. I let it run up behind her until I reached the clasp of her bra. After years of dealing with my wife's boulder holders her thin little three hook bra strap was a cinch and using only one hand I had set her puppies free. Still kissing her I cupped the bare flesh of her tit in my hand and gently teased her nipple between my thumb and fore finger. She sighed again and pressed her chest harder against my hand.
She broke off our kiss and looked nervously into my eyes as if pondering whether she wanted to go further or not. In the end she reached down and took the hem of her shirt and peeled it off over her head then let the loose material of her bright red bra slip off of her shoulders. Her young tits stood out proudly over the dark flesh of her belly that rolled slightly over the waist of her shorts. She was a little heavy, but not what I would call fat. I could tell that she was a little self conscious about her body so I reassured her the best way that I knew how, by sucking as much of one of her pretty little tits into my mouth. As I feasted on one perky breast and then the other I took her small hand and guided it to my lap. She got the hint and began stroking my hardening prick through my jeans.
I'm no porn star, in fact I'm quite average down there but as my dick grew fully erect it became pretty uncomfortable in the confines of my underwear and jeans so I leaned back so that I could get to the belt buckle that lay under my beer belly. I unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans while she watched uncertainly. I laid back in the truck bed and lifted my ass so that I could kick my shoes and pants off.
Her brown eyes grew wide at the sight of my prick and nervously she bit her lower lip. Tentatively she reached out and wrapped her small fingers around my shaft. With slow gentle strokes she began to jack me off as I pulled her down to lay with me. I did have to adjust her grip on me at first as she had one of my pubic hairs trapped and was pulling it painfully. I kissed her as she tugged on my prick and squeezed her chubby ass. I slid my hand around to the front of her and worked it up between her thighs. I could feel the moist heat of her pussy through the fabric of her shorts and panties as I cupped the plump lips of her sex. She shuddered as I traced the line of her camel toe with my fingertip. I toyed with her pussy lips for a moment then gripping the waist of her shorts I urged her to lift her wide hips so that I could slide them down. We kissed some more as I toyed with her now naked cunt, it was as wet as any that I could recall.
"Mmmm", she moaned, "that feels so good", as I ran my finger through her wetness. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Yes", I told her honestly as I rolled up onto my knees between her wide spread thighs. I looked down at her pussy, it had a thin covering of kinky black fur trimmed into a vee above her thick lips. I grabbed a hold of my shaft and ran the head along through her wet gash. "Are you ready for me to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours", I asked but truthfully, I'm not sure that I would have taken no for an answer.
Timidly she nodded her head yes.
I lined up with her tiny entrance and pushed my hips forward. Her thick lips spread around my cock and slowly I entered her incredibly tight canal. "Damn baby, your pussy is so fucking tight", I exclaimed as my balls settled to rest against her taint.
She just grunted and stared up at me like a deer caught in the headlights as I began to fuck her young pussy. She may not have been a virgin, but she wasn't far from it. Her perky brown tits jiggled with each thrust of my prick into her hot wet box. The sight of my white cock slipping between her chocolate lips was mesmerizing and I found myself entranced by the view.
As much as I was enjoying pumping my cock into this pretty little black girl, the rough surface of my trucks plastic bed liner was getting pretty hard on the knees and finally I had to pull out. "Come down here", I instructed as I climbed down out of the truck. She looked a little confused as she did so, but I quickly had her bent over the tailgate and buried my prick back in to the hilt. Hmm, tailgate, now I understand. I grabbed a hold of her fleshy ass cheeks and drive my prick into her like a jackhammer, my balls slapping against her twat with each thrust.
"Ugh, ugh, I'm gonna fucking cum", she cried out as I slammed into her pretty little pussy from behind. I could feel her getting wetter and the muscles that lined her tight canal began to milk my shaft. The mid morning sun glistened off of her sweat slickened skin as I pounded into her gushing cunt.
Her muscles rippled along the length of her sweat soaked back and her nails clawed at the black plastic of the bed liner as she hissed incoherently in her orgasmic high. As she shook and convulsed with her climax I felt my nuts beginning to boil over. I had a moment of clarity just as I was preparing to bury myself into her twat and fill it with my seed and at the very last moment I pulled out and sprayed my load onto her back. My pearly white seed stood out in stark contrast to her glistening dark brown skin as rope after rope of my goo splattered against her. Fuck me, I haven't come like that in years!
Being a gentleman I gave her a slap on her still quivering ass and went to the cab of the truck. A quick search revealed a handful of fast food napkins which I brought back and wiped up the copious load of my cum from her back. I tossed the slimy napkins into a fire pit that some teenager had left there by the bank.
We got dressed and drank another beer before deciding that it was time to get out of there. I offered to bring her home but she declined saying that it would raise too many questions about why she was in a pickup truck with an old white dude. I dropped her off instead at a spot not far from our little fishing hole. Before she climbed out of the cab I gave her a quick kiss and told her that I hoped to go fishing with her again. She laughed and said that she was looking forward to it.
I put my old truck in gear and headed home, sucking down one last beer before having to deal with the wife. She met me in the driveway and started before I could even get out.
"Where have you been?"
"Out fucking a little black girl", I told her, "some of the best pussy that I've had in years."
"Yeah right", she scoffed, "you were probably out at that damn fishing hole all morning." Then she added with a laugh, "Probably didn't catch anything but a buzz!"
I just shook my head and got ready for the list of chores that I knew she had for me.
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