Catch of the Day

Catch of the Day A story of baiting the trap for my southern friends! There’s normally something so relaxing about fishing. That repetitive motion of casting and reeling the line back in. The quiet sound of the water lapping the shoreline. But there was nothing hotter than watching Amanda fishing off the bank of the lake. Those tiny, frayed denim shorts accented long tan legs. A tight white tank top hugging all the right places. That thick auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail that hung down her back. Mark sat in his Chevy enjoying the view for a few minutes. They’d been dating for a few weeks and he’d promised to take her out on the boat today. She wanted to see if her luck was any better fishing from the lake. His phone vibrated. “You gonna sit there all day or you gonna get your rod wet?” He laughed out loud at the text, grabbed his gear out of the back of the truck and walked toward her. “I put the boat in earlier today,” he said. “We’re all ready to go.” “Lead the way captain; I’m ready to get a nibble.” “I am too,” he said as he pulled her into his arms and tasted her cherry flavored lip gloss. Her lips were full and soft and her mouth opened under his. He nipped at her lower lip. His hands slid down her back to a nice round ass. Giving her a squeeze, he stepped back. “If we keep that up, there won’t be any fishing today.” She reached down for her tackle box and grabbed her fishing rod. A large tote bag was lying on the ground. “Why don’t you grab that? I packed us some snacks for the afternoon.” He led the way to the bright blue tracker waiting at the dock. After climbing in he reached out to steady Amanda as she stepped into the boat. “I’ve got the perfect spots picked out for us today,” Mark said. “There’s a perfect area around the bend. A few old tree stumps in the water make for a perfect bed. I’ve had a lot of luck there in the past.” “Sounds great,” she said. “I’ve got some new lures I want to try out.” He backed the boat away from the dock. Amanda leaned back in the seat, stretching her legs, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin. The lake was empty, basically making it their own private sanctuary. While she seemed content to take in the scenery around the lakes edge, Mark’s gaze traveled up the length of her legs. Following the graceful line of her calves, up over her thighs, across her stomach to the swell of her breasts, he knew what the catch of the day was going to be. “Thanks for taking me out today,” Amanda said, interrupting his exploration of her. “You know what they say; any day on the lake is a good day. You didn’t have to twist my arm too hard to convince me to skip work this afternoon.” “I come out here a couple times a week but I’ve never actually been out on the water,” she said. “Are you sure taking off work wasn’t a problem?” “Hell no,” he said. “I needed to get away for a bit. We’re between projects right now, so it’s a good time and lake time makes me a much happier person for folks to be around.” After a short ride, he eased the boat into place after checking his fish finder. It should be a good afternoon of fishing. It was a great hole allowing them to fish towards the bank and the stumps in the water made a perfect nest for the fish. “We’re here,” he said. He watched as she leaned over, looking in her tackle box for the perfect lure. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the curve of her hips that peaked out from under the edge of those shorts. He’d love to feel those hips pressed against his cock as he pulled her against him. He wanted to grip them and lift her tight pussy to his mouth. “Well,” she asked? He shook his head as he realized she’d been talking to him. “Well what?” “I asked you which one do you think would work best here,” she said. “I bought some new lures and I don’t know which one will work best in this water.” She held up two for his inspection. The first was a long blue worm with a long swirly tail. The other was a bullet shaped jelly lure with wing like pieces. “What are those,” he asked. She held up the packages and blushed. “One is called the Ball Breaker and the other one is called the Kinky Beaver.” Mark laughed out loud. Who said fishing wasn’t sexy? Where else are you gonna find stuff with names like that without going to an adult toy store? “If I get to pick, you gotta go with the Kinky Beaver. You know no guy could turn that down.” She laughed. It was a deep throaty sound that made Mark’s cock twitch. He watched as she tied it to her line. She picked up the package and read. “It says the seductive fall of the lure can be twitched in an erratic motion that makes it hard for any fish to resist.” “I’d say any kinky beaver could twitch in a way that would make it hard for anyone to resist.” “Oh really? Any beaver would do?” “Well at the moment I’m thinking of one in particular. I’d like to see what makes it twitch.” She smiled as she moved to the side of the boat and cast her line. Letting it fall into place. Reeling slowly. Taking her time. Soon they were both casting and talking. Moving around each other on the boat. After half an hour, Mark reeled his line in. “Giving up so soon?” she asked. “No, just gonna change my lure.” “I’ve got just the thing you need to try,” she said as she reached into the box again. “Here’s the perfect one for you. It’s called the Skinny Dipper. Says the tail action drives fish wild!” “Tail action does have a way of driving ‘em crazy,” he said as he reached for the lure. As he tied it on, she reached for a new one for herself as well. “This one sounds so appealing. It’s says the ball breaker is a jelly worm that tapers down to a thick meaty head which keeps it securely in place and provides for maximum movement. I think I’m in love!!!” “Very funny,” he said. After a few casts, he felt her slip in behind him. Her arms came around his waist before traveling lower. She stroked him through his shorts. “Mmmm yes, I think thick and meaty are just the ticket.” She felt him get harder under her touch. “You know if you keep that up, there won’t be much fishing taking place.” “You know what they say about fishermen?” she asked as she gave his cock a squeeze. “No what?” “That a fisherman is a jerk on one end of the line, waiting for a jerk on the other. And from the feel of it, I think you’d rather I keep jerking.” He sat the rod down and turned around. “I really think I need to get a closer look to make sure that it fits the description.” Her hands were working the button on his shorts. He felt the zipper sliding down. Then he watched as she sank to her knees. Her hands were warm as they wrapped around his cock. She pulled him free of his boxers and licked her lips. “Yes, the head is full and I’d say the shaft it meaty. Now let’s see if it stays securely in place.” He felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock. He moaned as he felt her warm mouth covering him. Her mouth was stretched around him and she looked up at him with those green eyes. He watched as she slowly took him an inch at the time. Deep in her mouth until he felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Then her tongue flattened against the back of his shaft as she slid him back out again. Once, then twice, then again; she repeated the movement. Then she let him completely come out of her mouth. Only to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling it around the tip over and over. Her right hand gripped his shaft while her left cupped his full balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He reached around and grabbed her ponytail. Wrapping it around his hand until he pulled her right where he wanted. He grabbed his cock and tapped it against her lips. Enough with the teasing. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock,” he said. “I want you to take it all. I want you to suck it until I shoot cum all down your throat.” She opened her mouth as he fed her his cock. He loved the feel of her mouth against his skin, all slick and wet and hot. Just like he knew her pussy would be later. He thrust in and out of her mouth. She could feel him swelling and the vein along the ridge of his cock throb against her tongue. He was so big and thick. He filled up her mouth. He held her just where he wanted her. She loved the slight pull on her hair. She tasted the saltiness of his cum. He was pumping in and out of her mouth. She gave his balls a squeeze as she relaxed her jaw, letting his cock scrape lightly against her teeth. That sensation made him even harder. She felt him moving faster and faster. Then she felt him tighten and he filled her mouth with cum. She tasted him as she swallowed every bit, milking him until she got the very last drop. She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and smiled. She released him and licked her lips. She stood up and he pulled her close, kissing her deep. “I think this might be the best fishing trip ever,” he said. “And it’s not even over yet.” She got back into her seat and picked up her rod and tossed the line over into the water again. They fished for another hour without any luck. Right as the sun was beginning to set, Amanda got a bite. She jumped up and moved towards the side of the boat. He watched her set the hook and start to work to get the fish to the boat. She gave it plenty of slack and then worked it closer. It must have been a nice size fish. It was putting up a fight. “It’s getting close,” she said. “I can’t wait to see it.” “Must be a good one,” he said. “I’ll get the net and be ready to scoop it.” She got it close to the boat and Mark used the net to help her get it in the boat. It was a nice size bass. He held it up for her to see. She took it from him and wanted a picture so everyone could see what she caught today. “You just want them to know you caught one and I didn’t,” he said jokingly. “I’m sure it’ll get turned around somehow and you’ll have let me catch it,” she said. “We all know fishing is all about the lies anyway. Let’s put it back since it’s the only one we got today.” She kneeled down beside him as he went to release the fish. As it touched the water, it slipped out of her hands. Then with a big swish of the tail the bass was gone and they were covered in water. Amanda sat back laughing. “Grab that bag,” she said. “There’s a towel in it.” He reached for it and they dried off. “Let’s head back in.” The four stroke motor made quick work getting back to the dock. They got all their gear together and he tied the boat up. The parking area was deserted. As they walked towards his truck she asked, “You in a hurry? I’ve got these sandwiches and drinks. We can have a picnic for supper if you want.” “Sounds great.” But what he really wanted to feast on was her. He flipped the tailgate down on his truck and she hopped up onto it. Before she could dig out the sandwiches and bottles of water, he had wedged his body between her legs. His hands were all over her. “These tits have been begging to be touched all afternoon,” he said before slipping his hands under her tank top. He pushed her bra out of the way exposing a hard nipple. He pinched it between his thumb and finger. He heard her soft moan. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Sucking on her. Teasing her with his tongue, flicking it right across those rigid peaks before biting down. “Who’s doing the catching now?” she asked. “And this isn’t catch and release sweetheart,” he said. He pulled the tank over her head and reached around to unhook her bra. She leaned back on her elbows. His mouth left a hot trail across her body starting at the side of her neck and moving lower down to her stomach until he had her panting for more. “I think those shorts have to go,” he said. He unbuttoned them and she heard the click, click, click of the zipper being pulled down. She lifted her hips as he worked the tight denim over her hips. Her panties came off with the shorts. “Now there’s something I really want to eat,” he said. His hands pushed her back onto the bed of the truck. His fingers teasing her. Spreading her as one slipped inside. He slipped his finger out and sucked in the taste of her. He wanted more. His mouth was on her pussy. His tongue dipping in and out of her. Long slow licks. Teasing. Tasting. Nipping at her lips. His thumb settling in on her clit. Thumbing. Driving her right to the edge as he feasted on her. “Damn you taste good,” he said. “And I bet you are going to feel even better.” He pulled her hips to the edge of the tailgate and pushed her legs apart so that he was standing between them. “Don’t stop now,” she said. He watched as her hand moved down her stomach. Picking up where he’d left off. He watched as she stroked herself. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. He placed his hand on top of hers; feeling her exact movements. He grabbed her hands and pulled them together, holding them with his right hand. “When you cum, it’s going to be because of me,” he said. That left his left hand free to roam all over her body. He was going to find all of her sensitive places. The side of her neck, her collarbone, the underside of her breast and that spot right below her belly button – nowhere would go untouched. She was squirming under his touch. He moved lower. He flattened his tongue and ran the last little bit from her stomach to her pussy. Her moan was the only sound in the evening. She propped her foot up on the tailgate, allowing herself to open wide for him. He buried his face in her folds. Lapping at her lips, tasting her sweetness. He pulled one of her swollen lips into his mouth. Tugging slightly as his fingers surged inside her. She was so slick and so wet. Licking and sucking, he didn’t want to waste a drop of her juice. He added another finger while he sucked hard on her clit. Pumping in and out, finding that sweet spot that drove her crazy. He crocked his finger just so that it would graze across that bundle of nerves deep inside her. He hips lifted off the tailgate as she pressed herself against his face, driving his fingers deeper still. He grabbed her ass, pulling her close. He unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy. Coating himself with her. She propped up on her elbows so she could watch what he was doing. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock. She wanted to see it sink deep inside her. He slammed it in with one long hard thrust. His balls slapped against her ass as she took his full length. He gripped her ass, holding tight as he pumped inside her over and over. Hard and fast – just like she liked. He loved how tight she felt. He watched her face. He could see when her eyes drifted shut that she was almost there. Then he felt her pussy clench and spasm around his cock. That pushed him over the edge. He let loose and filled her with his load. When they both caught their breath, he helped her sit up and grabbed her clothes. They dressed, enjoyed their picnic and sat in the early evening. “Wetting your worm took on a whole new meaning today,” he said, as he pulled her against him.