The Fisherman
After a full day of sun, I started thinking about what trouble I might get into that evening.
I had enough of the dive bars Jane and I had been going to all week. There didn't seem to be any place to dance on this island. No easy relaxed places where you can get close to your partner, with no one smashing into you holding their beer bottles or pink cocktails.
I walked to the edge of the surf and watched the sun as it moved closer to the water. Jane had left early that morning to take care of things at home. She offered no real explanation as usual. Jane and I had been travel buddies for years and I was used to her erratic behavior. She had no job but owned rental property, a sick mother and a crazy daughter. I asked no questions and listened quietly if she offered information.
Alone again, relaxed and rested, husband and kids a thousand miles away, I thought about tonight.
Jane had taken the rental car but I knew I could take a cab if I could only find a place to go. The resort had a little lobby bar that was perfect for a glass of wine before or after dinner but no music. No interesting men to talk to and nobody to flirt with.
I stood there, breathing deeply, warm water lapping at my toes. I realized that I could watch the sun disappear every night from this exact spot, for the rest of my life. But that wasn't in the cards. In a few days I'd be back in New England, in the snow.
In the deepening twilight, I caught motion near me. There were no towels or beach bags left on the beach when I headed to the water so I was a bit surprised. I looked to my left and saw someone walking towards me, the frame seemed familiar. Was it one of the bartenders from the lobby lounge?
No, he was taller than I remember the bartenders being and I as I looked more closely he seemed to be carrying some kind of extra long fishing rod. As he approached I made a quick appraisal, even in the fading light I could see he was fit, tan, like he had been here for a couple of weeks, a little older, hair just graying, neatly trimmed beard. Not bad I thought.
He smiled as he came close.
"Beautiful sunset and a perfect place to watch it", he said.
It was his voice that got me, deep, sexy, but genuine sounding. I smiled and agreed and asked him what that ridiculously long fishing pole was for.
"Fly rod" he said, "Perfect time to cast for the baby tarpon that come into the bay in the evening".
He moved closer to show me the little concoction of feathers at the end of the line. Boring, I thought, but he kind of smells good so I stayed close touching his hand as he showed me the silly feathers.
"You can't expect to catch a fish with that stuff do you?" I teased.
"Just watch" he said, smiling.
He moved off a bit and started working out the line. I had heard of fly casting but had never seen anyone who knew how to do it. His long sturdy looking legs were planted in the sand and his upper body moved like a dancer's, gracefully working the long rod back and forth as 50 or 60 feet of line shot out. The muscles of his arms and back tensed and relaxed with the rhythm of the cast. Less boring I thought.
He released the cast and that clump of feathers landed 60 feet out in the bay with a tiny splash. He began pulling in the line with his left hand, holding the long rod up with his right. Suddenly the water about 40 feet in front of us exploded as this creature leaped into the air. Its silver scales reflected all the colors of the sunset, it must have been two feet long, beautiful.
Ten minutes later I waded into the shallows with him as he reached down gently removed the hook and sent fish on its way.
"Baby Tarpon?” I gasped.
"They get a lot bigger " he laughed.
Not bored anymore. Actually a little turned on. I began thinking about the evening ahead. We chatted a bit, I told him about my week on the island. We smiled a lot. It was dark now and he offered to walk me back to my hotel. I liked that. As we reached the entrance he smiled again and took my hand as if to say good by and then squeezed it a bit. I think I squeezed back. He told me that he was invited to a party that night at a friends place way down the beach road.
“ Would you like to join me” he said.
"Yes, that would be nice." I said.
Smiling, he looked into my eyes and said " Excellent, I will come by at 9:00 o'clock and pick you up”.
I walked to my room thinking about what just happened. The sunset, the peaceful calm I felt, that man and the pleasure of watching his body move, hearing his deep sexy voice. I thought about that fish exploding out of the water. It's power being tamed, then released. I poured a glass of wine and wondered if I'd like it if he tamed me like that. What would it feel like in those strong arms? What was his mouth like? I didn't remember his mouth. I did want to be touched by those strong hands.
Oh God, I knew where this was going. I needed a shower to cool off. I took a deep breath and another sip of wine. Yes shower! I reached back to undo the clasp on the top of my two piece. Not too, too skimpy, but skimpy enough to insure that I get plenty of sun and some admiring looks. My forty five year old body is in good shape, stomach flat, hips flare nicely and my breasts still well shaped and firm.
As the top slipped away it brushed against my nipple and I felt a quick burst of pleasure run through my body. I cupped both breasts in my hands squeezed and kneaded a bit. It felt so good. I rubbed my hand over the other nipple, pinched just a bit and felt it harden and grow to my touch. I started to think about his hands on my body, big hands, strong hands. My hand slid down from my breast over my stomach. It traveled lower feeling the velvety skin just above my smooth pussy. My finger slipped inside my lips, wet, very wet. My finger separated the lips. My clit throbbed in anticipation of my touch. Pleasure radiated through my body. I took the wetness from inside and gently rubbed my clit. It felt so good.
I threw my suit bottom across the room. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs thinking about him being there hard and ready to enter me. I slid my finger deeper inside and felt the heat there. I brought the wetness back to my clit thinking about his tongue licking me, sucking me as my finger rubbed a little harder. It didn't take long I clasped my legs together as I came.
My breathing relaxed, only a bit unsteadily I walked to the shower. I smiled knowing the night has only just begun.
The cool shower did little more than clean the sun lotion off my body. My pussy was still throbbing and my mind continued to wander. I tried to focus while the tropical breeze dried my body. Jane had left me some fruit, cheese and a little wine. I munched my snack as I flipped through the closet grabbing the only dress that someone hadn't either spilled beer on and didn't smell like smoke. A white sun dress, short and so thin as to be almost transparent in the right light. I guess I had been saving it for a night like this.
As I sipped the wine and sucked the sweet juices of the tropical fruit, my mind wandered to licking and sucking juices off my new friend's cock.