CHAPTER 2
She was still smiling. “I can’t take you seriously with that dorky
vest.”
I swam around behind her, that way she didn’t have to stare at my
“dorky vest.” I wrapped her in a hug, letting my lifevest keep me afloat while she still held onto hers.
“Better?” I asked.
“I guess so.”
“Can I put it in you from behind?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
I felt for her butt in the water. Her round cheeks were cold. I let my
fingers trail from her cheeks and down to between her legs. Her hair was
short down there; she always kept it trimmed for bikini season. Mine on the other hand was a tangled bush. My dick was still hard, and it pressed against her cold butt. I felt for her lips and I spread them open. I imagined a bit of water found its way in before I could. I pulled her by the waist toward me to get the right angle and she reached back to help guide me in. She brought my tip to her opening and I pushed.
“Mmm.”
Her vagina felt so good around my shaft. Her walls felt fleshy and slimy and good. I didn’t have to tell my waist to move back and forth; it already knew what to do. It didn’t matter if we were on the floor or the bed or in the water; my body knew exactly how to fuck my girlfriend.
I felt us tipping over, so I grabbed onto the edge of the boat. I had her pressed against the boat and we rocked in time with it. The waves rippled and bounced with the movement. My girlfriend grabbed onto the boat too. She used it to lean forward to give me a better angle. She wrapped her legs around me behind her to keep herself in that position.
She moaned. “Oh yeah, that angle is much better.”
“Mm,” I moaned. “I love you, my mermaid.”
“I love you too.”
My heart always felt filled to the brim when I thought about how
much I was in love with my girlfriend. “I know I always say this, but I want to marry you, you know.”
“I know. And yet you haven’t proposed yet.”
I stopped thrusting, but kept myself inside her, and reached around her instead. I searched through the water for her clit. I rubbed and tiny bubbles rose to the surface.
“Next time I take you fishing I’m playing the same prank on you, but I’m putting an engagement ring on the end of the line this time.”
She moaned in between some of her words. “Well that… mmm… ruins the surprise, doesn’t it?”
I kissed her again.
“Nah, I’ll surprise you with something else. I know how much you hate fishing. Wouldn’t be the best place for it.”
“Mmm… You know me too well.”
I rubbed her clit harder and the water sloshed and bubbled from my arm. I could barely hear my girlfriend moaning over the splashing.
“Oh god,” she muttered. “Is it just me or does it feel even better on the water?”
“Probably cuz it’s nice and wet.”
“I’m nice and wet.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
I was still inside her, so I moved my hips against her again. I still
had one hand holding on to the edge of the boat and one hand fingering her clit. I don’t think I could’ve managed it if it wasn’t for my lifevest still keeping me afloat. My feet dangled in the cold water as I moved my hips.
Then my girlfriend perked her head to the side.
“Wait! Stop! I think I see someone!”
I stopped mid-thrust, still holding onto my girlfriend so that I didn’t
slip out.
It was another fisherman on the shore, all decked out for a long day
of fishing with multiple rods, a big box of tackle, a cooler for lunch and maybe some beers, a fold-out chair, and a signature bucket hat. He was too far to see that I was inside my girlfriend, but close enough to see that I was pressed against her back.
I muttered to myself, “Please don’t camp here. Please don’t camp here.”
My girlfriend said, “Maybe we should get back in the boat…”
“You think so? If I let this dick out he might mistake it for a nice plump trout. I’ll get a hook straight through me.”
“Oh my god. That’s not even how it works.”
I kept still as I nonchalantly watched the fisherman. He looked around and only glanced in our direction once, probably assuming that we were just swimming. He seemed to decide that this spot on the shore was perfect and that us swimmers were far enough from his spot not to disturb the fish.
“Dammit,” I muttered.
The fisherman found some rocks to lodge his poles upright in and unfolded his chair for a long day. But I wasn’t going to let him ruin my own good time.
“Just turn the boat so he can’t see us,” I said.
I paddled with my legs sideways to turn the boat. I stopped once the boat was parallel to the fisherman and we were on the opposite side. I
peeked my head just above the edge of the boat. The fisherman was still busy setting up.
“Perfect.”
I thrusted again. It was still difficult in the water and my abs were tense from effort. Even the veins from my neck popped out from straining myself. If it wasn’t for the coolness of the water, I probably would’ve been hot and sweating. The water dripping from my hair kept my head cool too.
I noticed that my girlfriend stopped moaning and was trying hard not to make any sounds.
“He can’t hear you all the way from here, if you want to moan for me gently,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Just gently, baby.”
She moaned gently again. I matched her, and moaned gently as I felt
myself getting closer to climax. The muscles around my penis and in my hips were tensing. All of the world around me started disappearing as all I could think about was climaxing with my girlfriend. I wasn’t thinking about the fish or the hot sun or the fisherman. I thought about how much I loved her, how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, taking her out to “fish” on hot days until we grew old, and that drove me over the edge.
I pulled out just before my dick started twitching and throbbing with my orgasm.
“Uuugghhh.”
I squirted my creamy white cum into the water. It clouded in white puffs like smoke around my girlfriend’s butt. It was so good that I accidentally gripped my girlfriend’s shoulders too hard, digging my fingers into her skin. My eyes looked dazed as if I was drifting to sleep. I released the last of my cum and then sighed and released my girlfriend’s shoulders.
My girlfriend turned around and saw the cloud dissolving in the water. She smiled at it like she was proud of our work. She got closer to me and kissed me. She put her hand on the back of my head to pull me closer, just the way I loved it. She wrapped her legs around me again to keep herself from floating away from me. I didn’t have to hold her up in the water. I loved the way she wrapped her body around me too, staying close to me so I could feel her heartbeat pulsing in the water.
“I want you to finish too,” I told her. I started reaching for her clit again, but she gently led my hand away.
“You can finish me at home. I feel like that fisherman is watching us or something, or I’m just getting way too self conscious with him there to finish.”
She let go of me and reached inside the boat for her bikini. I glanced at the fisherman on the shore. I could see his huge grin all the way from here. He nodded his head and gave me a thumbs up.
“Are you serious?”
My girlfriend didn’t notice, so I had to smile with him. I guess he wasn’t going to let my good time ruin his perfectly planned fishing day either.