I would be happy to show her how to fish. How to bait a hook. Especially if that meant her bait on my hook.

I was a little ill at ease as I waited for her at the lake. She would be my first married woman, so to speak.

She had called me at home a few nights before, which made me a little uncomfortable. However her tone, her words suggested nothing immoral whatsoever. For anyone tapping my phone on government orders or whatever, it was two people agreeing to go fishing. One asking the other for driving directions. Harmless.

Maybe it would just be fishing? I would try not to be disappointed if that were all Sue wanted.

I put all the fishing gear in the boat, even a spare fishing pole. I suspected Sue didn't have one. I wasn't sure how much fishing we could accomplish as the sky was overcast and it might rain, wash us out of catching any fish.

I set the tent up in case I needed it later. If we didn't get to that part of my agenda I could easily take the canvas down and throw it in the truck. Might just as well be prepared.

Sue drove up shortly before 10 that morning. She drove a late model Chrysler. She probably had 60,000 miles on it by then. A far cry from the 150,000 miles my truck had traveled. That morning I wondered how many miles I would put on my cock before sundown. Five miles sounded pretty good to me, remembering Sue as she looked in Anita's livingroom a few weeks before.

She didn't look like that now.

Her hair was tied up in a long ponytail, topped by a baseball cap. I'm not a Red Sox fan but the hat looked all right on Sue's light brown hair. She wore little or no make-up, and a windbreaker covered her to the waist as she stepped from her sedan. A pair of long canvas, docker, pants covered her legs, and she had heavy laced boots on her feet. She appeared to be ready for commercial fishing on the ocean rather than an afternoon pursuing perch on a 100 acre lake. She was married, and she looked as untempting as I could imagine.

I assessed what she knew about fishing. As expected she needed to borrow my spare fishing rod.

We climbed in the boat, I started the outboard motor and we cruised for 10 minutes to a spot where I had luck before in catching fish.

There we anchored, and I taught her to bait a hook with a worm. She accepted that notion very well I thought. I showed her how to cast the line, watch the bobber, and soon enough reel in a fish. For the day the only subject she failed was removing a fish from the hook. Trouble enough for those of us who fish all the time. We put our catch in the fish basket over the side of the boat.

When the fish began to slack off, retreating in the noon of the day to deeper parts of the lake where our lines didn't reach, we opened a few beers and chatted. The wind picked up slightly, the waves beginning to rock the boat gently.

Where are you from originally, what's it like to do the work you do, what TV programs do you enjoy, childrens' activities, how long have you been married and what does he do? All those topics were discussed.

After we had chatted and drank 2-3 beers, the wind picked up, the sky darkened. The threat of rain entered my mind. I pulled anchor, we agreed to head in and wait out whatever storm if we could. As we docked the boat amid raindrops, the sky suddenly cleared, the sun returned.

I inquired if she wanted to go out again and try to find the fish. It was almost 2:00 p.m. I doubted the fish would bite until evening.

"Do we have to go out in the boat to fish" she said.

"No," I said, "we can fish from the pier here."

She excused herself and headed to the trunk of her car. "May I borrow your tent for a moment or two?"

"Certainly Sue, go right ahead."

I made myself busy taking fishing gear out of the boat, rinsing worm and fish residue off my boat and myself.

In what seemed only a moment, I glanced up and there was Sue.

Not the commercial fisherman by any stretch of the imagination. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of denim cut-offs and a yellow bikini-style top. Lord how I love bikinis. Her tits glistened in the brightening sun. Hands-off I reminded myself, she's just here to fish.

"Could we fish from the raft?" she asked.

"Sure we could," I responded. I had never done that, and we'd have to swim part of the way, but we could do that.

She grabbed a bag from near her feet and joined me on the pier. Her cut-offs came down and off to reveal a lovely yellow bikini bottom. Perhaps thong is a better description?

I made two swimming trips to get all the fishing gear out there, and the truth is that I hadn't brought any swimming trunks, so my blue jeans made do for me. I did at least strip to the waist. "Pardon my 'beer-gut'" I said.

"Doesn't phase me, I've seen those before" she laughed.

Once we were out there on the raft, we baited hooks and began to cast and wait. As I said, there would be few if any fish this time of day. I neglected to mention that immediately. We chatted more. After 20 minutes or so, she guessed the fish weren't biting.

"Mind if I tan?" she said, reaching for the bag.

"Fine, no problem," I said. "I'll go in and get us a few beers, okay?" She nodded her approval.

When I returned she was oiled up, so to speak, reclining on her elbows, soaking up the increasing sunlight. I handed her a beer, opened one myself and tried not to stare at her boobs.

"So," she said, "who makes the first move?"

I feigned a puzzled look but then said "are you an old-fashioned or progressive woman?"

"I guess I am old school?" she responded. I nodded and said "okay."

I waited a moment, took another swallow of beer, admired her tits more.

"Pardon me for saying this Sue, but you're built like a brick shithouse!"

In my youth that was the ultimate compliment, even though nowadays it sounds less like flattery.

Sue was old-school.

"Have you ever worked as a brick layer," she said, licking her lips.

"Just with smaller bricks than these," I said, stroking her nipples through the yellow fabric.

"What about Jimmy-your husband?" I said.

"He forgot everything he knew about these," she said.

Her top came off in an instant and I was between those perfect melons of hers.

"Get out of those damned blue jeans" she commanded, and off they came from my torso. No sooner were the damp pants off than she had yanked my underpants off too. Her fingers eagerly grasping my cock. It was as if she hadn't seen let alone touched a cock in a long, long time.

She explored each inch with her fingers and her hungry eyes.

"How much do you have here?"

"How much do you want?" I teased her.

"I want it all!" she said, giving me the best come-hither look I had ever seen.

"Nine inches it is!" I said, pulling her thong aside and sliding my cock into her smoothly-shaven pussy.

"Ohhh, uhh-that feels so good," she gasped. "I haven't been fucked in months it seems like."

"Lady's choice," I whispered. "Tell me what position to fuck you in."

She sat on my lap, facing me, her legs spread as my cock reached up into her light brown cunt hair and pink pussy. The wrinkles of her vagina tightly gripped me where it felt best. As she went up and down on my cock I smelled the tropics in her tanning oil. The sun glistened on her breasts and brought out the small freckles on her back and shoulders as I fucked her on that raft.

As we screwed the wind picked up, and the waves began to rock our sex surface.

"Throw me down and do me missionary" she whispered.

I held her legs erect as my own erection penetrated her deep. We moved in and out, up and down with the motion of the waves. Somehow that made my thrusts even deeper, and her moans grew louder.

"Do you accept it in the ass?" I asked.

"Ohhh! I haven't had someone fuck my ass since-since-ohh fuck-my honeymoon" she gasped.

I rolled her over on her stomach and knelt behind her. No, not good enough.

"Stick your ass up Sue" and when she did it met my rock hard cock and was penetrated. Again and again. I banged her ass 45 or 50 strokes with the thrust of my piston.

"Cum inside me, I want to feel it inside me" she called up from the rocking surface of the raft.

I rolled her over, and pulling her legs as far up over her head as they would reach, I stuck my throbber deep inside her just as she came.

She bit my arm as she climaxed. I didn't care at the moment.

An instant later I filled her cunt with sperm.

"Stop. Stop" she said.

She wanted to sit and feel the thick, warm white pudding drain out of her pussy.

"God," she said. "That was so worth it. What can I do to thank you?"

I said nothing.

She reached out and took my reclining cock in her hand. In an instant it was hard and reaching for the sun again.

She sucked me to the roots of my love bag and within a few moments a thin load of my cum was dribbling from her lips onto those 36C tits.

That night, dreaming at home, I smelled the tropics, felt really good where my legs joined, and thrusted upward with my hips all night long.