Real Stories. Unusual Fishing
On a hot August morning, leaving behind all the household chores and worries, wives, and children, my friends and I set off for a fishing trip. Hitching up the boat, which, by the way, hadn't been in the water once this year, loading the spinning rods, and a supply of cold beer, we headed to the sea. The spot was very familiar, a wild beach west of Yantarny, with a quite acceptable descent to the water.
to take a break, refuel the tank, and refresh ourselves with cold beer. Approaching the shore closely, we dropped anchor, and I, jumping out of the boat first, went to the car for the canister and beer. Not wanting to make an extra detour across the scorching sand, I tried to take a shortcut, heading straight through the small dunes, in places overgrown with sea buckthorn and wild roses. She was lying completely naked on a sky-blue blanket, covering her eyes with a scarf. Her swimsuit lay carelessly next to her beach bag. Stopping, I looked with interest and pleasure at her tanned body covered in cream, her slender legs, thighs, shaved pubis, flat stomach, and firm breasts. The sunlight fell in such a way that I could see her slit glistening between her not fully closed labia. Still unnoticed, holding my breath, I looked at her, feeling my cock swell with blood in my wet shorts."And I came here with my husband, but he got called into work," she broke the silence, not trying to cover her breasts from my gaze. "And we came fishing with friends..." I boasted. "And how is it?" she inquired. "Not great so far," I answered, staring at her breasts. I never thought I'd get to see her without clothes. She worked at a bank, and I had only ever seen her in a strict suit, unaware of the tempting figure hidden beneath it. A gorgeous thirty-five-year-old blonde, 185 centimeters tall, with a narrow waist and a sporty butt.
"You have a gorgeous figure!" I clumsily paid a compliment. "Thank you!" she replied, not embarrassed in the slightest, leaning back on the blanket. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" she asked with light playful notes, "I just love sunbathing naked! It's a shame work makes it so rare." "What if your husband comes back now, and you're naked with a man you barely know?" I asked in all seriousness. "Oh, he left an hour ago! I think he'll be back in at least three hours," she said. "By the way, put some cream on me!" she handed me the tube.
Turning onto her stomach, she waited. I had never even touched her hand, and here I was rubbing cream into her naked body. "And my butt!" she said casually when I finished with her back. This was already an open provocation on her part. She understood perfectly well that I couldn't help but see her slit and lips. When I applied the cream and slowly began to spread it, she, as if by accident, spread her legs a little, offering her charms to my gaze. Massaging her butt, my fingers slid very close to her lips, and I could barely restrain myself from touching them. "Now my legs!" she asked.
At the moment I finished covering her legs with cream, the cock in my shorts was sticking out so much that hiding it was no longer possible. Massaging her legs higher and higher, I reached her firm buttocks again. There was nothing left to lose, and my fingers slid over her wet lips, shallowly entering her moist pussy. I expected a slap, outrage, an attempt to remove my hand. Nothing! She just kept lying there with her eyes closed, while my fingers caressed her dripping pussy. Growing bolder, I plunged my tongue into her wet slit, and turning Katya onto her back, pressed my lips to her pussy. Juicy, fragrant, aroused. Like a spider that had caught its prey, I was no longer able to let her go. Spreading her lips wide, I caressed her tiny clitoris with the tip of my tongue, making her butt lift off the blanket to meet my caresses. Hovering over her, I felt her tenacious fingers grasp my rock-hard cock and free it from the confines of my wet shorts. Without much ceremony now, I pressed the head to her lips, and without resistance, Ekaterina's mouth accepted it. After a few minutes of enjoying her wonderful mouth, it was time to try the remaining charms. She was ready.
"I don't have a condom!" I said, looking her straight in the eyes. "Whatever! Let's do it like this!" she answered impatiently. Without wasting time, I lifted her hips. The head, covered in her saliva, touched the petals of her slightly opened flower, and pulling her hips towards me, I fully impaled her on my cock. It was incredible. Just ten minutes ago, I was walking with keys in my hand across the scorching sand, and now I was possessing this delightful, barely known woman, driving my rock-hard, excited cock all the way to the base into her aroused pussy. The moans escaping her lips grew louder and louder, and sliding her fingers between her lips, with the speed of a professional guitarist, she caressed her clitoris.
"That was unexpected!" "It's been a while since I've been had like that," she said.
"It's all work, work, I'm so sick of it already..." she justified herself. "How can you not fuck such a woman?" I thought to myself, watching how nicely the head stretched the cheek of the adulteress from inside. Putting her on her knees and spreading her legs wide, I entered her from behind. If I didn't know how old she was, I wouldn't give her more than twenty-five. Everything was close to ideal, and even having a child hadn't affected her figure at all.
She even gave my wife a run for her money, and I sincerely didn't understand how one could be so neglectful of such a treasure. Enjoying her tender and wet peach, I reflected that life was unfair to her. Truly, what a woman's lack of sex does, I felt Katya's butt start to tremble again, so quickly and unexpectedly, the beauty impaled on the cock came.
"Good afternoon!" a loud and clear voice sounded behind us. Katya sharply turned her head; in her eyes was not fear, but pure horror. Turning my head, I saw my friends with pleased faces. These bastards had crept up unnoticed and even managed to scare us both, and were now laughing hysterically. "Fucking idiots!" I thought. "I thought it was my husband..." Katya groaned, dropping her head onto the sand. She didn't even try to cover herself from them, remaining just as impaled on my cock. "Give me the car keys! We got tired of looking for you, and you're not wasting any time here!" L. said with clear notes of envy. I threw him the keychain lying next to the bag.
"This is Katya, a good acquaintance of mine!" I continued the theater of the absurd. "And these are L. and S., my idiot friends!" I said, smoothing over the situation. "We'll get the beer and come back!" said L. As he left, L. discreetly gave an approving thumbs up. I hoped they were joking, but no. Talking noisily, they returned with a cooler bag and the canister. Fortunately, I had managed to come during that time. But Katya's mood was completely ruined. "Madam, if we're in the way, we can leave, and even take our married friend with us!" S. said quite mockingly. "On the other hand, we have cold beer, and we're ready to share it!" L. offered. Ekaterina had already recovered from their stupid joke and didn't refuse the beer.
She continued to sit completely naked, tucking her legs under herself. I sat next to her, and the friends opposite on the sand, simply devouring her with lustful looks. I noticed she liked it when two completely unfamiliar men looked at her, and as if by accident, starting to play on the other side of the field, while getting napkins from the bag, she turned to them in such a way that they saw her pussy for a few seconds. L. choked on his beer, spilling some on his stomach and swim trunks. Paying no attention to them, Katya was businesslike wiping the drops of cum that continued to flow from her slit with a napkin. "Next time, come in my mouth, otherwise my husband will come back and all my panties will be soaked in cum," she said to me loudly and casually, but so that everyone could hear.
She was casually and subtly mocking them; leaning back on the blanket, she pulled me down with her, whispering all sorts of vulgarities in my ear. At the same time, one of her legs was bent at the knee, and as if by accident, she moved it aside, opening an excellent view of her half-open lips. "Should we chase them away?" I asked quietly. "No, let them watch! It turns out this turns me on," she whispered. "Don't believe me—touch it yourself!" she continued to provoke. My fingers penetrated between her juice-dripping lips. She wasn't lying. "It's my dream to be fucked in front of my husband..." she whispered tenderly. "Wow, this girl has a serious grudge against her man!!!" I thought.
My friends had long forgotten about fishing, the boat, their wives, and everything else in the world. Kissing her breasts, I continued to caress her lustful, wet pussy under the attentive gazes of my friends, sitting with their swim trunks bulging from excitement. "If you want, you can jerk off, boys, I can't forbid you that!" Katya said very calmly and clearly, sitting up and looking at them attentively. "Okay, that's it! I'm a married man! I'm going to refuel the boat," S. snapped, and grabbing two bottles of beer and the canister, walked away quickly. "Take off your swim trunks! It'll be easier!" Katya continued to mock L. Hesitating a little, L. still pulled down his swim trunks, freeing his hefty argument. "Ooooh...! Nice size!" Katya sincerely marveled, assessing the size.
From L.'s eyes, I could see how he craved the bitch who had started such a dangerous game. Nevertheless, Katya continued to play some kind of her own game, the rules of which I no longer understood, while feeling that she might end up on two, or maybe even three cocks at the same time today. Or maybe that's what she's aiming for? Oh, these unpredictable bank employees. Taking my cock in her lips, she began to gently suck the head, all the while watching L.'s reaction. And then, finally, growing bolder, he came closer, and kneeling down, squeezed her breast with the protruding nipple in his palm. Katya continued to suck without stopping. With his left hand, he stroked her stomach, smooth pubis, and finally, her wet labia. Katya's legs spread wide, giving his fingers full access to her open flower.
"If you have a condom, you can try me!" she quickly said to L., releasing the cock from her mouth for a second. The chances of finding a rubber among people who came fishing were extremely low. There were spinners, twisters, crankbaits, and other crap, but alas, no condom. Although, for my part, I didn't understand such selectivity when she allowed me not only to enter her without protection but also to come inside her.
L. looked like a boy whose favorite toy had just been taken away a second ago. But credit must be given to our so-desired partner; she wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to massage it in time with the movements of her head. "I'm ready!" Katya said to me, stopping sucking and turning her butt towards me, freezing in an inviting readiness. And again, I entered her effortlessly. She stood in the doggy style position, obediently arching her back, while L.'s excited bolt hovered a few centimeters from her lips. She appreciated his persistence and, yielding to his pressure, allowed his cock to penetrate her mouth. "That was the best sex of my life!" she would say later.
Calling her husband, she found out that he still hadn't managed to leave work. I can't say that this information upset me greatly. While waiting for our fishermen to return, we managed to swim in the sea several times. I still remember the taste of her lips salty from the sea water when my tongue slid into her hot slit, touching the tip of the small bump of her clitoris, while she, wrapping her hands around my head, pressed it forcefully to her open flower. Like a bee, I reveled in the nectar of her juicy, appetizing, and desired pink hole.
We left when the sun had already begun to set. Dressed in a light summer dress, tanned and rested, Katya looked very cute and sexy.
More than three years have passed since that moment. We have met many times, but only for work, and a couple of times for lunch. We never once mentioned that incident. She continues to play the role of a loving wife and mother, and I still look at her with admiration when we meet. Forever remaining in my memory is only that sweet and alluring scent of another woman, left on my fingers, when she got out of the car and slowly floated in a short blue dress towards the entrance of her house, not even turning to say goodbye.