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Subject: {ASSM} Deep Sea Fishing (A Fisherman's Widow Tale) by Dryad (MF, WL, Exh?)
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Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 05:10:03 -0400
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If you aren't supposed to read this, don't; you know the rules. Please
ask before borrowing, I get rather tetchy with my property.
As always, comments and reviews are groveled for.
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Deep Sea Fishing
{A Fisherman's Widow Tale}
By Dryad

Her hands clenched the metal railing. The up and down movement of the
boat lulled her, while the gust of salt misted air rushed over her
ears in a dull roar. She closed her eyes as she stood at the prow,
feeling the engine's vibration come up through the rail and her feet.

The waves were gunmetal gray, matching the deep haze of the sky,
making it hard to judge just where the horizon was. No land could be
seen, and only the distant bugle of foghorns could be heard from the
other boats nearby. She felt as though she was all alone; the rest of
the people on the party boat were staying in the stern, where the ride
was much smoother.

She smiled softly, her eyes still closed, as she felt the warmth of a
body slide up behind her. His arms didn't touch her, but held the rail
firmly on either side of her, effectively holding her in.

"We'll be to the fishing grounds soon," he whispered in her ear.

"I can see why you enjoy this. Even on a dreary day like today, it's
beautiful," she answered back, turning her face toward him. "I'm glad
I came."

"You know, your skirt is soaked," he chuckled, pointing at the front of
her sundress, which had gotten drenched in the salty spray. He pressed
up against her, and she felt his interest press against her ass.

"Tease," she chuckled lovingly.

"Me? You're the one who made sure I knew you weren't wearing anything
under that dress."

"Well, I had to do something to get at least some of your interest
today," she giggled, her fingers sliding along the rail to clasp his
hands.

"Well, we're not there yet," he answered darkly. She waited for him to
finish the thought.

It wasn't words that he continued with, though. His hand slid up her
long skirt, hiking it up over her damp thighs. A quick glance around
showed that no one was near.

"You're crazy, you know that, don't you?"

He laughed. "You love me that way though."

She sighed and fell back against his chest as his fingers found her
already wet pussy.

The up and down of the boat now seemed to work to her benefit, forcing
his fingers deeper every time the boat fell into the well of the wave.
She swayed, unsure if it was the boat's movement, or if it was his
touch.

His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to moan, before leaving her.
She whimpered in frustration, only to feel the warm, smooth length of
him press against her moments later. She felt him thrust into her, a
syncopated rhythm to the lunging of the boat, and she bit back the
scream. _Just what I'd need,_ she thought, _have the whole crew rushing
down, thinking I was about to fall overboard or something._

He returned his hands to the rail, pressing her up against it. He
continued to thrust into her, his mouth teasing her ear, her neck.

She saw through half lidded eyes a large wave coming, and knew the
next slap of the boat would be harsh. The knowledge of it made her
shiver, and when it came her consciousness shattered into a thousand
broken pieces. The smell of the salt water, the cold dampness, the
vibration and hum of the boat...nothing and yet everything stuck in
her mind.

A few more discreet thrusts had him releasing his own control, his
hands clenching the rail, white with tension.

A few moments of after orgasm blur and he dropped her skirt, zipping
himself back up. She turned in his arms to give him a kiss, when she
noticed behind and above him a set of eyes twinkling with mirth.

Damned if he didn't forget the captain in the bridge above the deck.

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Copyright Dryad (gbbjg @ yahoo.com) 2004
For updates: http://groups.yahoo.com/DryadStories/

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