The Fishing Trip
Date: 12.07.2008
Keywords: Trip, The, Fishing,
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" Taffy told Lisa and Terry.
As the two girls hopped to the sand and headed out to explore, I got up from the seat I was in and opened it up to get a blanket for Taffy. "Uncle Bob, Did you bring a bathing suit with you?"
"No, I gave up my Speedo years ago." I said with a laugh.
"I bet you looked good in one. The girls probably fell all over themselves trying to get to you." She said.
"Yeah, right. I was tall, skinny, shy, and clumsy as hell. Just every girl's wet dream." I replied.
"That's all changed now, right?" she asked.
"Oh, sure. Now I'm tall, fat, and clumsy. I did get over being shy." I laughed.
"Come on and get some sun with me. We can talk until they get back. I like talking to you; you don't talk down to me like most older people. I have above average intelligence and am more mature than I look. Most people just see the kid on the outside but not the person inside. It's a bummer." she said as she took the blanket and tucked it under her arm. "Grab yourself another beer and come on, please." She half pleaded as she turned to walk away.
What the hell, a little sun couldn't hurt my neon tan. Anyway a little vitamin C was supposed to be good for a fellow. I snagged another beer and kicked off my deck shoes, before walking to the bow and jumping down to the warm damp sand. I stood there a moment watching Taffy walk across the sand and spread the blanket out. Quite a sight I must say. Ninety five percent of her was bare and that was more erotic than if she had been totally nude. As she bent to straighten the edge of the blanket her cute little ass winked at me again. She went around to the far side and did the same thing over there. Her breasts were not small by any means. A nice thirty four or thirty-six C. Just right for her frame and build. That body would hurt most men and make them like it.
To distract my dirty mind and the distinct throb in the front of my jeans, I turned to look around the woods and rocks to see if I could see Lisa or Terry. The sun was hot on my dark blue sweatshirt, so I sat my beer down and pulled it off over my head. As I hung it over the rail of the boat, I rolled and worked the muscles of my upper back and shoulders. I hadn't realized how tense I was. As I rubbed by shoulders and neck, I felt there was still a bit of muscle under the skin. I glance down at the inch or so of spare tire hanging over the top of my Levies and thought for the thousandth time I needed to do something about that. All in all, I was in better shape than most guys my age, although that ain't saying much.
I heard a faint voice to my left front. After a second or so of searching, I saw the two girls high up on the top a large rock. They waved and I waved back. They turned and moved across the rock and out of sight. I had to shake my head, here they were in my care, and they decide to go rock climbing. If they got hurt someone would kill me. I thought about going after them, and then tried to figure out how I was going to get up there. Again I shook my head and wandered over toward the blanket.
Taffy was laid out on her back with her hands under her head. God, I was getting to be a dirty, lecherous old man. I'd forgotten my beer and had to back track to get it. When I turned back, she had spread her feet about two feet apart. The vee of her legs drew my gaze directly to the small patch of cloth trying to cover her sex. It barely covered her mound and the tiny string was lost in the fat folds of her lower lips. The thought that I could eat that literally for hours, stumbled across my mind as the throb in my jeans became a swelling bulge. The thought that I didn't need to be any closer to her zipped through my mind. Then again, I had said I'd come sit with her, I rationalized. Down boy, down.
I sat down on the blanket and stared out past the point at the lake. I took a sip of my beer as I realized there wasn't a hair showing anywhere around that small piece of cloth, she called a bikini. Was she completely shaved or was there a small patch of blond curls under the cloth. Hold on old son, that was the way to insanity at the very least. I needed to get these girls home and myself back where I belonged before I became a much bigger fool than I already was.
I decided that when Terry and Lisa returned, I'd remember something important I had to do back in town. Wait a minute that's how I got into this in the first place. By not being able to make up a reasonable excuse why I couldn't take them fishing. What made me think I could do so now?
About then I heard Terry yell from up the beach. "Hey, guys, come see what we found."
I looked up to see her running toward us. Well, I won my bet, only it paid double as first one breast popped out of the undersized top, then the other one. Terry didn't even slow down, I don't think she really noticed until Taffy sat up and started to laugh and point. "Are we going topless now?" Taffy yelled.
Terry skidded to a stop and spun around, frantically trying to cover up without falling down. She stood there for several seconds mumbling something about. "This damn small ass top." she had untied the string in the back and was trying to get everything stuffed back in place and the string retied, but wasn't having too much luck. She bent forward and tried a second time before standing back up and throwing the top at Taffy. "The hell with it. Bob's already seen all there is to see and I'm sure he knows what boobs are all about. Right? And you guy's have got your own so the hell with it. I'm tired of fighting with the damn thing."
Taffy was rolling with laughter and I had a big grin on my face as I asked. "Do you really eat with that potty mouth or are you a sailor in disguise. Although I think the disguise is falling apart." then I laughed.
Taffy crawled over and retrieved the top and got to her feet. Again her beautiful ass and pussy lips were displayed to perfection. She tossed it back to Terry and said. "You'd better stick it in the string of your bottoms; someone else may decide to visit the island. Family shows should be kept in the family, so to speak." She turned and looked down at me. "Do you mind if I loose mine, Uncle Bob. I didn't want tan lines on my breasts anyway."
"Taffy, you girls can dress any way you want as long as no one else shows up and this doesn't get back to your folks. I just want to remind you that I am a dirty old man even if I'm still working on the age, and I'm going to look at what you show. All three of you are beautiful young ladies and I'm a human male and there's no dirt on my face yet, so I'm going to look and enjoy."
Taffy laughed and replied. "Uncle Bob, You've already been looking. I've even seen you drool several times. Of course, we're going to tease you because we can. At least I know I have." She laughed again as she removed the small top to her bikini and shook her firm breasts to emphasize her point.
Terry giggled and said. "Let me snag a beer and we can go see what Lisa and I found. It's a big fish, the biggest one I've ever seen. It's lying on the shore around the point in some rocks. Lisa says it's some kind of Bass." She climbed up to the deck of the boat and returned with two beers, handing me one.
I followed the girls across the beach and up the slope toward the tree line. Terry leading the way, still had the material of her bikini bottom pulled up tight into the crack of her lovely ass, so I had two sets of bare buns to watch. We moved slowly between the trees and between several large rocks before we came out onto a long narrow point. Lisa was kneeling on the wet sand, leaning over a small rock ledge. She looked up as we approached and did a double take on her two friends.
With a quick look at me she asked. "We're going native I take it?"
As Taffy and Terry explained to her what had happened to Terry's top, I took a closer look at the fish the girls had found. When Lisa had been brought up to date, I said. "Ladies if this thing was alive and you'd caught it on a rod and reel; you'd have a new lake record for Stripped Bass. I figure this one would've weighted around fifty to fifty-five pounds on the hoof. It probably got in to close to these rocks chasing shad and got hung up. I'd always figured there were some large Strippers in this lake but this one's at least twenty to twenty five pounds over the record."
"This thing makes our catfish look like bait." Lisa added. "I wonder what it would be like to hook one like him."
Terry asked her. "Do you have your water skis with you?" and everyone laughed.
Taffy looked at me and asked. "How do you catch one of these?"
"Well, basically the same way we've been catching the catfish but with a bigger rod and a much bigger bait. They hang out along the drop-off points along the river channel and you can sometimes see them on the depth finder if you know what to look for." I answered.
"Can we try to catch one, Uncle Bob?" Lisa asked.
I looked up at her, she was serious. "Not today, the rods we have are too small and so is the bait. Anyway the bait needs to be alive and shad are hard to keep that way. Your Grandfather's boats not set up for it. Anyway next month will be a better time as the spawning run will be starting."
Lisa looked at the other two girls and said. "What do you think? Can we make it back up here next month for a weekend? There's spring break, which would give us a week to fish."
The other two girls looked at each other as if to say they could think of better places to go on spring break. "Please, please, please." Lisa pleaded.
Terry shrugged and Taffy said. "Well, it's been a long time since we checked out the guy's around here. Anyway, we'll blow a bunch of people's minds when they ask where we were over the break. The girls won't believe us and the guys will be duly impressed." She finished with a laugh.
"Uncle Bob, will you take us?" Lisa asked.
"I'll have to check my very busy schedule and see if I have an open day or two around then.
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Keywords: Trip, The, Fishing,