The Fishing Expedition
by Elena B.

When Marla accepted David’s invitation for an "outdoors afternoon," she’d imagined something a lot better than a fishing trip. She wasn’t about to bait any hooks, and she certainly wasn’t going to clean any trout. What was he thinking?

But David had promised to fix a romantic picnic lunch – including champagne and strawberries. How could she turn him down? He was making an effort, even if wading in a cold stream wasn’t her idea of romance. She went along.

They drove up a wooded road, snaking farther and farther from town, until he finally pulled the car into a hidden parking space. She wondered how he even knew it was there. As she alighted from the car, she found herself at the top of a narrow, overgrown pathway that led down a long embankment to the edge of a broad stream. Marla carried the picnic basket while David grabbed the tackle box.

At the end of the pathway, a flat grassy area was spread like a comfortable blanket. "This is it," David announced, settling onto the ground and removing his shoes. Marla did the same, enjoying the cool grass on her bare feet. The early afternoon sun glistened on the water, sending sparkly reflections everywhere.

"Open the basket," he said, winking. She obeyed, a bit curious. Inside, she found a container of fresh strawberries, a bottle of champagne – and what was this? Chocolates shaped like boobs? One-On-One Massage Oil? And a blindfold?

Marla looked up quickly, more than a little surprised. She glanced around and then back at David, her mouth open and wordless. Laughing, he said, "Don’t worry. Nobody even knows this place is here." Moving slowly toward her like a cat on all fours, he gently kissed her lips, flicking his tongue along the outside of her mouth before moving inside.

"Time for some fun," he grinned, pulling the blindfold from the basket and covering her eyes. Marla caught her breath and then slowly sank backwards, into the sweet grass.

As he continued to kiss her, David’s hands moved gently from her face, to her throat, and then to the buttons on her cotton shirt. In an instant, he’d removed it and her breasts were exposed to the summer sunlight. His mouth traced a path from the hollow of her collarbone down between her breasts and to her navel, pausing to lick the taut skin of her belly. Marla lay back, facing the leafy canopy above, and yet not seeing anything at all.

A moment later, David had removed her denim shorts and silk panties, kissing along the inside of her thighs as he followed down to her feet. Now she was completely naked, except for the blindfold. He found that incredibly sexy.

"I want to make this a day to remember," he whispered into her ear. Kneeling next to her, David swiftly removed his white t-shirt (Marla was able to peek beneath the blindfold just enough to watch the ripples on his chest as he pulled the cotton over his head). His jeans were tossed aside as well, leaving his body free. Already his prick had sprung to life. But she was the one to be pleasured this time.

David opened the chocolates. "These are for me," he said. Taking two of them, he placed one on each of her nipples. When she realized what they were, she almost laughed – until he began to suck at her right breast, melting the chocolate and spreading it on her skin with his tongue. He did the same on her other side. Marla gasped as he gave special attention to each nipple – licking, sucking, and nibbling until each tip was tightly puckered and the chocolate was devoured.

Now it was time for her massage, David murmured, turning her over. He opened the bottle and drizzled some Passion Flower scented massage oil down her spine to the cleft in her bottom. Although David moved his hands along her back, Marla felt the heat in her pussy. Her breathing quickened as she became keenly aware of the soft breeze on her bare skin, ruffling the grass so it tickled between her legs. It was odd how her other senses were so incredibly heightened when she couldn’t see.

By now, David had worked his way to her ass, kneading with both hands as he gently moved her cheeks apart and then together again, over and over. Marla’s groin was pressed into the grass, already swollen with desire. Yet she remained completely still, using all her strength to hold her hunger inside. Not yet, not yet...

When David touched the inside of her thighs, Marla almost gave in. The slippery massage oil forced her to be aware of every sensation on her skin as David continued to massage and tickle everyplace except the one spot that needed him most.

"Now for the other side," he said at last. He turned her body to face his, pouring the oil between her breasts and into her navel. Almost imperceptibly at first, he spread the oil across her skin, massaging each breast until they almost stood on tiptoe begging for his mouth. But he wasn’t finished yet – not until he’d completely covered her nakedness with scented oil was he ready for his biggest surprise.

He opened the tackle box and announced, "It’s time to go fishing!" Marla didn’t understand. Was he going to leave her unfulfilled? Did he bring her desire this far and then plan to stop cold? Only then did she realize that he’d brought the tackle box – but not the fishing pole.

In fact, he’d brought the fish, as well. David lifted the blindfold just enough to show Marla his "catch." It was a Koi Vibrator. As he turned it on, the tail began to wiggle seductively at first, and then more quickly. Marla nearly grabbed it from his hands.

"Not so fast," he scolded gently. "I’m in control here." Her pussy bubbled with excitement as David knelt between her legs and teased her labia with the vibrator tip. Gently now, a little more later, and gently again. Marla began to dig her heels into the grass, pulling her knees up, trying to meet the vibrator with her groin as David teased, giving her a little and then taking it away. She moaned, nearly pleading, but at the same time wanting it to last.

Finally, he gave her the whole length, allowing the flicking fishtail to tickle her love button as he moved the vibrator in and out. With his other hand, he reached for the oil and dribbled some onto her pussy, making her even wetter than she’d already been.

Suddenly Marla could hold back no more. Bucking beneath the fishtail, she exploded into an throbbing orgasmic frenzy. Did it really last five or six minutes? She knew it would be impossible, but then... just maybe.

Now it was David’s turn. Marla’s passion broke his own self-control. He poised his naked body above hers and finally plunged forth, waves of ecstasy pushing him over the edge of consciousness.

As they lay together, spent in the grass, Marla could gasp only a few words. "So, when’s our next fishing trip?"