Gone Fishin’

The early morning sun danced on my skin as I took in the serene stage nature had created for me.

Earlier this year, when winter still lingered and I had first moved to town, I passed the time by exploring the local parks and rivers near by, scoping out the perfect spot to sunbathe once the slightest hint of summer was in the air. Finally that day came, I had waited patiently, through the dark depths of winter and into the hopeful, colourful, spring rejuvenation, I couldn’t wait for that moment when I’d ride my bike over to my secret hideaway.

It was tucked away, off a foot-beaten path, through a field of wildflowers, down a slight embankment and through a few overgrown ferns, the other side of paradise. A lush bed of grass beside a gently flowing river, opening out onto a larger pond, but sufficiently private with all its sturdy old trees and generous vegetation. Every so often a family of ducks would float by, or a fluffy critter would scuffle through the under-brush, but the spot was otherwise secluded. The ideal tanning spot, I could strip down and meld into nature, nothing between me and the sun but the sunscreen coating my skin. Sure, I could tan in one of my many bathing suits any time, but something about being in my most natural form, out there in nature herself, just made me feel a new kind of whole. So I spent my winters scouring out the ideal spot for when the weather enchanted me out again.

On this lazy Sunday, I had woken up extra early, intent on getting to my destination as soon as possible, eager to lap up every last available ray of sunshine that the day could muster. I had worn my favourite white cotton t-shirt dress, easy to slip on and off in a hurry, and a cute white thong, of course with socks and sneakers. I loaded up my bag with a big beach towel, some water, snacks, extra sunscreen and a couple joints, hopped on my bike and raced over to my spot. When I got there I quickly kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks, threw my dress off over my head and lastly, stripped off my little white thong. I laid down my beach towel and plopped down on my stomach, arms folded and tucked under my head while I turned my gaze to the gently flowing water.

Mesmerized by nature, I had almost begin to drift off, my eyelids becoming heavy, when all of a sudden I heard the unmistakable putter of a boat engine. My heart started pounding and my blood started racing, yet I didn’t move from my position. I was curious as to whether whoever was out there would stumble across me in my most vulnerable state, or if they’d simply pass me by, unaware of the spectacle they were missing. I saw the bow of a little cruiser start to peak out from the pond, glistening white in the sunlight. My breath caught in my chest. I couldn’t look away, frozen. Next thing I saw was a tiny metal object, seemingly flung into the water by an invisible thread, attached to the tip of a long rod. I hadn’t yet seen the person responsible for casting the rod, but I couldn’t help but hold and appease my burning curiosity.

Suddenly the languid flow of water seemed unnaturally slow, who was this mystery person, interrupting my solitude? In the next instant, his face drifted into view, the sunlight hitting him head on, bathing him in a glow of early morning splendour. He sat, shirtless, his chest already crisp from many mornings like this, alone on the water, the shadows from his tan making his already defined muscles pop. After thoroughly reviewing his body, I let my eyes drift upwards towards his face. His eyes were closed, basking in the peaceful morning, his tousled brown locks falling haphazardly, clearly having gone unbrushed, and a contented smile played on his succulent lips. I couldn’t help but feel myself growing aroused, the blood flowing towards my clitoris, as I felt myself getting wetter. The thought of such an attractive stranger being so close to discovering me was almost more than I could handle.

As I was gazing upon him, his eyes fluttered open, fixing directly on mine. I blushed deep pink instantly. Frozen in a mixture of fear and attraction, I couldn’t do anything but stand by in abject horror as a smirk crossed my lips, and I took in this complete stranger, drinking in my naked form. Our eyes stayed locked and he directed the front of his boat towards the shore right in front of me, arriving closer by the second, seemingly making a direct course for me.

He slowed down as he approached me, his rod long since discarded on the seat beside him, he had his eyes on a better prize. He pulled the boat next to the shore, gently jutting onto the sand and tying off on a nearby rock. He strode confidently over to the head of my towel, his swim shorts clearly showing the signs of his arousal. I stayed unmoving until his feet were in front of my face, only then did I lift my gaze, my chin pointing towards his obvious erection. He smirked back at me, my insides melted – I was in trouble. “What’re you doing out here alone, Missy?” he drawled. “Trying to get a tan, obviously” I replied, trying to hide the quiver in my voice. “Well I don’t mean to interrupt, but when I see something I want, I have to go and get it.” A shiver ran down my spine. “I….I don’t even know your name” I sputtered. “Tucker” he said, a smile spreading across his face “and yours, beautiful?” “It’s Ariella” I lied. “Well now that we’re acquainted, why don’t we have a little fun?”. I nodded my head silently.

Tucker took out his hard cock, slowly, inch by inch it seemed. I could feel my mouth getting wetter as I anticipated the taste of his salty member sliding in. Finally it sprung free from his shorts and it was well worth the wait. His rock hard organ had to be at least 7 inches, and the perfect width, glistening in the early morning sun, practically begging to be sucked. I quickly took my tongue to the tip of his cock, making sure to get the whole thing wet, starting from the top and working my way down, coating him in my saliva before coming back up and wrapping my lips around him, my tongue still flicking around the tip as I moved my head up and down his shaft, my hands caressing his balls and stroking his base respectively. Meanwhile, Tucker’s hands had found the sides of my head, strongly gripping my hair as he helped me glide my mouth up and down his throbbing hard dick. I continued to work him up and down, making sure to keep my mouth wet, letting all the juices flow out onto his cock, rubbing it furiously as my mouth continued to suction him in. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this” he moaned, sending little zaps of pleasure through my body.

“Enough” he barked commandingly, pulling me up from my knees so that I was face to face. “You’re so fucking hot” he said, before pulling me into him and kissing me deeply. I felt as though the wind had been completely knocked out of me, my knees close to buckling, my throat in my stomach, unable to do anything but kiss him back as my hands explored his strong body. He held me with one hand around my waist, the other at the nape of my neck, stopping to kiss my lips only to move down my jawline, past my ear down my neck and onto my collarbone, all the while I whimpered with desire. “Tell me what you want” he whispered gruffly in my ear. “I want…..I want you” I said meekly. “Come on, you can do better than that” he teased menacingly, while one hand trailed down my stomach towards my soaking wet pussy. His fingers found my folds and he gently played with me, stroking me just right ensuring I was ready to erupt. “Tell.me.what.you.want” he said commandingly. “I want you, I want you to fuck me with your hard cock, please” I sighed into his mouth as he continued moving his fingers adeptly around my clit. “Lie down” he commanded. I complied instantly.

Tucker kneeled between my legs, teasing my hot slit with his pulsating member. He rubbed my juices around, making sure to get my clit, stoking my arousal even further, before plunging his tip into my eager opening. I couldn’t help as a moan escaped my lips. “You like that baby? That’s just the start” he grinned as he continued thrusting his hard rod into my quivering hole. He sped up, pushing more and more of himself into me until his hips had met mine and he began thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first, gradually picking up pace. His weight pushing against me and his generous cock ramming in and out of me was more than I could handle, the friction was building and I could feel my mind slipping away from me, completely over taken by the animal attraction I was feeling. Lost in the moment completely, he brought me back, with a hand gently smacking my face “hey, do you make a habit of regularly fucking strangers” “no, only you” I said breathlessly. “Good” he almost whispered, once again sending shivers down my spine. “Now I want you to be a good girl and come for me” he commanded. “I wanna come for you” I mewled. He sped up, pushing in and out of me while his thumb adeptly stroked my clit, all the while, I could feel my body tingling, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, working it’s way up and down my body until they met in the middle and waves of pleasure took over my body. “Fuckkkkkk Tucker, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I cried, as he continued to drive into me. I came around his dick, my pussy pulsating on his member, attempting to coax the cum out of him and into my waiting cunt. “Tell me where you want me to cum” he demanded. “I want to taste you” I said without hesitation. He pulled out of me and I crawled over to him, once again taking him in my mouth and enveloping his cock with my velvety opening. I sucked him until he erupted into my mouth, thick streams of cum coating my throat. “What do you say??” he asked. “Thanks Daddy” I sputtered. “Same time next week.” It wasn’t a question, he had uttered, as he pulled his swim trunks back up, pulling me in for one last passionate kiss.

I knew where I’d be next Sunday.