*Whizzzz*
*Plop*
That is such a relaxing sound. Sitting on the dock, doing a quick cast into the lake, and the only other sounds are birds and an occasional bug. Slowly you reel your line back in. Reel, stop, tug the line, stop, reel, stop. This is so much more relaxing than being in the city. Sitting on a folding chair, watching as the early morning sun is trying to rise above the mountains, and breathing in the cool morning air.
If your brother ever wants to get rid of this place, you’ll buy it, regardless of the price. The soft sound of footsteps on the wooden slats of the dock catches your attention. Your lover walks out wearing a pair of sweat pants, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of moccasins. In his hands are cups of coffee. He walks quietly up to you. “I brought you a mug.” He whispers as he extends it to you.
You take it with your right hand as your left one holds the rod. You sip, tasting the hot, dark, bitter brew. “Thanks” you whisper back. “Are you sure you don’t want to fish for a bit?”
He shakes his head as he drinks his cup. “Nope. I’ve never been fishing. I’d hate for my girl to show me up.” He says with a grin and a wink.
You lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek. “If I don’t catch anything soon, do you want to take out the canoe?”
He softly caresses your ass through your jeans, “Maybe. There are other things I’d like to try this time.”
You feel something nibble on your bait, so you hand him the coffee mug, and try to tease the fish a bit more before setting the hook.
*Splash*
You see a fish break the surface of the water as you jerk and set the hook. It tries to run, but you reel it in. Your lover grabs the dip net and helps pull it in. It’s a good sized large mouth bass. No longer whispering, you say “Let me clean this and we can have it for either lunch or dinner.”
“Ok, if we have it for dinner, I’ll pack us a picnic lunch to take on the canoe.” He says as he carries both coffee mugs to the wooden table near the dock. On it is an old news paper, a trash bag, and the filet knife, along with the tackle box. Your lover sets down the mugs and spreads out the paper as you hold the lower lip of the fish and remove the hook.
Carrying it over, you gut and clean it. By the time you finish, your lover returned with some plastic zip lock bags for the fillets. “You really know how to do all of that.” He comments.
You wipe your hands clean, then roll up the messy newspaper and put it in the trash bag. He comes closer and kisses you again. “When you told me you wanted to go fishing, then told me about rubber worms, spinners, buzz baits, and spoons, I really though you were trying to tease me with the offer of adult toys.”
You hug him, feeling his toned chest through his t-shirt. “No, I was serious. Though I wouldn’t mind having you use a “buzzer” on me later.”
“You smell like fish.” He says, trying to step back from you. “Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”
You lick your lips. “Do you have your beefy sausage for me?”
He smiles, “Not until you smell better.”
You give him an exaggerated pout, “I thought you liked a fishy smell.”
He chuckles, “On your worst day, you never smelled as bad as a freshly gutted fish. If you did, I wouldn’t lick you the way I do.”
“Ok.” You say gathering everything up. “Let me put things away and take a shower. I’ll have eggs, sausage, and more coffee.”
After a hot shower, you put on shorts and a T-shirt. Your lover is sitting at the table with both yours and his plates full of food. He is leaning back, sipping his coffee, as he waits for you.
“Hopefully everything is still hot.” You say as you sit.
“If it isn’t, it’s because you took too long in the shower.” He responds playfully.
You take a bite of egg and it’s still good and hot. He really is a good cook. For a city bred guy, he knows how to cook and really takes care of you. There are times you wish he knew more about country living’, but then again, you’ve lived in the city for years now too.
While you eat, you make sure that he really wants to go canoeing with you. He does. He’s never done it and the idea of a picnic on the other side of the lake sounds nice. During the winter, you couldn’t even see the lake. It was covered with ice and snow, looking like a huge snowy field. With it all melted, it’s a crystal blue mountain lake, with its rim dotted by vacation cabins, like your brother’s.
After helping to clean up after breakfast, both of you go out the shed. In a storage tub you find a couple of life jackets and flotation cushions.
“Why do we need these? If we tip over, can’t we just swim back to shore?” He asks.
“Just a safety precaution. I would hate for either of us to be tired, fall out, and drown.” You answer in a serious tone.
He looks like he’s about to protest, because you know how proud he is of his swimmer’s body, he has from going to the pool every day, at home. But he thinks about it as he helps lift the canoe from the rack on the wall. “That makes sense. Better to be safe than sorry.”
You set down the canoe, throw the vests, floats, rolled blanket, cooler, and paddles in it. Then you pick up the front as he carries the rear. “I knew you preferred having me behind you.” He jokes.
“Maybe I’ll show you later, how much I like it.” You playfully wink and blow a kiss at him.
At the water’s edge you set down the canoe, put on the vest. You explain that you’ll sit in the front, he’ll push it deeper into the water then climb behind you. He nods and does as you ask.
You feel the canoe rock back and forth a moment as he gets in. You have your paddle in hand, but you make sure he is comfortably seated.
“Have you ever used a paddle?” you ask.
“The rowing machine in the gym.” He answers with a smile.
You show him how to place your hands and then use it in the water. “Don’t dig so hard. We’re just slowly going across the lake. We have all day and let’s have fun. You can get comfortable and enjoy paddling around the lake.”
“There is something I’d rather paddle.” He playfully responds.
After a while, you both have a good rhythm. The sun is high in the sky and feels warm. There is a gentle breeze moving across the lake. He notices how you paddle a few strokes and then rest. He does the same.
“This really is peaceful out here.” He comments.
“That’s why we came back. It was nice during the winter, but summertime, it’s really relaxing.” You say in an almost wistful tone.
As you get closer to the other shore, you try to find a quiet spot that isn’t obviously someone’s yard. You wave at the occasional person sunning themselves or fishing. You even notice a couple of guys in a flat bottom boat, casting lines, and drinking beer. You and your lover wave. “Any luck?” you call to them. The older guy slowly shakes his head. You nod wave and steer your canoe away from them.
You finally spot an area with a large willow tree and sloping ground. You don’t see a cabin near, so you angle the canoe towards it. When you hit the shallows, you step out and pull the nose on shore. Your lover helps too.
Dropping your vests into the boat, “This looks perfect.” he says looking around. “Which cabin is ours?” He continues looking back across the lake.
You point to it, showing him the dock and table, which are hard to see but you know they’re there.
He lays out the blanket and grabs the cooler. There are bottles of water, and a bottle of wine. He pulls out a container of pasta salad and one of fruit salad. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted. After the breakfast we had, I thought something light for lunch.”
You lie down on the blanket, and sip a water. “To tell you the truth, I’m not really hungry, right now. Can we save it to go with dinner?”
He smiles, “Of course” and puts them back in the cooler. He lies next to you. “So what did you really have in mind?”
You lean over and kiss him. His hand takes yours and you lie back. He leans over you, kissing your mouth, and then your neck. His hand holds yours, as his other one softly strokes your hair. His lips feel good against your skin, and you grip his hand. Your other hand goes on his back and you feel his toned muscles. He continues slowly kissing down your neck to the neckline of your T-shirt. “If you were wearing a bra, I’d have you pull off your shirt.”
“I could pull it off anyway. Maybe give a show to the guys fishing.” You purr playfully.
He releases your hand and slides it up under your shirt. His fingers always feel so good on you. He slowly caresses your right breast as he continues kissing your neck. His fingertips tease and roll your hardening nipple. This feels so good.
“I don’t know which is better, your fingers, or your mouth.” You contentedly admit.
“I could suck one as I play with the other.” He says with a smile. You feel your excitement growing. But you hear children’s voices nearby.
You sigh, feeling a little frustrated. “If there was no one near, I’d let you. Let’s pack up and save it for inside the cabin.”
As he pulls his hand from your shirt, the flat bottom boat slowly drifts into view. You sit up and adjust your shirt. The smooth fabric of your cotton T, rubs against your hard nipples. Your lover picks up the cooler and the blanket, stowing them back in the canoe. One of the fishermen looks to you and yells “Any Luck?” Your lover winks and smiles at him. The fisherman holds up his beer can, as you do likewise with your water bottle, then pull on your life vest.
“Yeah, lets go.” You say with a sigh.
Rowing back takes less time. Probably because your lover seemed more confident in what he was doing.
When you pull it on shore, your lover asks “Do we have to put it away? I’d like to go back out tomorrow. Maybe just row to the center and return. For exercise.”
You drop the vest into the canoe, along with the paddle. “Sure. Leave everything but the blanket and cooler, and tomorrow we can go back out.”
As you enter the cabin, you ask “Did you really enjoy it?”
He sets the cooler down on the counter. “Yes. It felt…”
“Manly?” You offer.
He hugs you. “Yes. Manly. I might not know how to do a lot of the things here, but I like what you’re showing me.”
As you feel his arms around you, you also feel his dick press against you. “Mmmmm You enjoy feeling ‘manly’.” You playfully comment as you reach into his sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear. “So you’re bare under there?” you ask.
“I wasn’t sure if we were going skinny dipping, and I hate the feeling of wet briefs.” His shaft is nice and firm in your hand as you gently stroke it and get him harder. “If you want sausage, It’s all for you.” He says with a wink and a smile.
You kiss him firmly, then release him. “I need one thing first.” You say, as he follows you into the living room. The bear skin rug is on the floor, in front of the fireplace.
Your lover quickly walks into the kitchen and grabs the blanket from the counter, then lays it on top of the rug. “This way we don’t have to worry about staining the fur.” He says with a big grin.
You stand on the blanket as he pulls off your T-shirt, freeing your breasts. He kisses you and grasps both of them. You feel his fingertips slowly rolling each nipple. Rolling and then lightly pulling. He then kisses your neck, like he did at the lake.
Kissing and licking his way down your neck and bare chest. You put your hand in his pants again, grabbing his fully hard shaft and stroking it up and down. His lips feel so warm on your skin as he moves closer to your right nipple. Then his wet tongue slowly licks around your hard nipple.
You enjoy dry stroking him, but you know it would be so much better if he was lubed. “Should I get..” you are about to ask, but stop as you feel that firm suction of his mouth on the right nipple and him pulling your left nipple. You enjoy when he does that so much.
His left hand slips down the front of your shorts and you feel his fingertips under your damp panties. He slowly moves along your slit, teasing you with his rough fingertips. You release his cock and grab his head, pulling his hair as he continues sucking your nipple. His fingers slide between your wet lips and the tightness of your shorts limits the thrusting motion of his hand. But between what he is doing to your nipples and your pussy, you are in heaven.
“Let me strip off the shorts and lie on the blanket.” You say as you try to focus your thoughts.
He stops and steps back, dropping his pants and stripping off his shirt. His hard cock looks so wonderful and tasty. You go to reach for it, but he lies down on the blanket and pulls you on top of him. He kisses you again. “Take my sausage and I’ll have your fish taco.” He says in an almost commanding tone. You love the feeling of his talented mouth, so you silently agree and turn so you are straddling his face, and his hard prick is resting on his flat stomach.
The blanket over top of the rug is soft on your knees. You grasp his cock and slowly lick the tip. His hands are on your thighs as you squat down a bit. The tip of his tongue slowly going around and between your folds. You lick up and down his shaft, then take it in your mouth as you grip the base. The firm spongy tip, feels good as you take him deeper. His hands grip you tighter as he licks you deeper. His tongue feels like it’s all the way in as his chin rubs your clit. This feels so good, and you moan around his cock. You taste his precum.
He stops licking you. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Yes” you gasp as you stroke his saliva slick cock.
You move and let him up. Normally he wants missionary so you can look at each other, but this time he keeps you on your hands and knees. “Why doggie style?” you softly ask.
“Because I’m feeling ‘manly’, and I know there are times you enjoy getting fucked from behind.” He says in a tone that’s almost a growl. You aren’t sure if it’s lust, desire, or something more animalistic in him. But it fits the mood so you stay on all fours. Your hands grab fistfuls of the soft blanket as you feel his hands on your hips. He rubs the wide tip along your opening, and then slowly works it in. His hands pull you back a little as he goes a little deeper. You slowly rock back and forth, taking him deeper each time.
He releases one hip and you feel his fingertips rubbing your clit. His thick shaft fills you, as his fingers rub small circles, moving faster as you press harder against him.
You grip the blanket tighter as he fucks you harder. You feel heat increasing as you both start sweating. One hand on your clit, and then his other one pulls your hair. The mix of pain and pleasure helps to push you over the edge as you cum.
“That’s it! Cum on me!” you hear your lover grunt. He’s close too. He grabs both your hips and pounds you harder. He’s rarely this forceful. It’s different but good. You reach down and rub your clit. You want another orgasm as he has his.
As the wave of pleasure builds, he thrusts and holds you firmly. That feeling of him throbbing inside of you as you pulse around him is heavenly.
He slides his cum coated cock from you, and then lies down and pulls you on him. You feel his heartbeat as you hold each other. “Do you feel better now?” you ask.
He kisses your forehead. “I always feel better with you.”
“Let’s shower and make dinner. I want to see what you do with those fish fillets.”
“I already have a plan. A lemon and dill sauce, which will go well with the macaroni salad.” He says with a smile.
You kiss him. “I never doubt your skills. You are always my man.”
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