The two watched the fish finder for a while and caught up with small talk. The sun shone through the orange canvass of the shack, casting a warm glow on the ice and the two inside. There was a feeling of soft solitude and peace.
"I like fishing with you," the man said after some silence. "I like everything about you: talking with you, holding you. It is not always about the sex. I feel comfortable with you."
The woman looked at him and pulled his head to her neck, softly kissing his forehead. "Thank you for taking me fishing," she whispered. The man looked into her clear, blue eyes. He loved to get lost in them. All fears, worries, redundancies melted away with her kind gaze.
She stood and unzipped her snow pants. His hand found her warmth and slowly began to stroke her, gently parting her delicate lips and running his finger up and down her soft slit. The woman quietly mewed her pleasure. Her head tipped back as she slowly exhaled. The sun's orange glow cast itself on the woman's skin. She appeared as a shimmering, golden goddess. Effortlessly she shed her sweatshirt. Her smooth globes jiggled in front of the man's face. He slid out his tongue and circled her pink nipples, lightly nibbling them to their full erectness. He rolled his tongue over her hard buds. Her breath became quicker. Her hand grasped the back of his neck as she hoisted herself on the bench the man was seated upon. Each of her legs straddled the man's body. Gently she guided his face to her pussy as she grasped the overhead beam of the shack with her other hand.
He inhaled her sweet, musky scent while he buried his nose into her shaved mound. As he inhaled her essence, his cock became hard, straining his pants. Her hips moved rhythmically over the man's face, grinding into his lips. His tongue tasted her nectar. He drank it all, every drop. He lived to taste her sweetness. Her elixir was life. Skillfully his tongue darted, lapped, licked, teased. The woman became more wet and excited. Her groans became louder, her breath faster. She grabbed his head and forced it into her cunt.
"Mmmm. That feels so good! Eat me, Alex. Eat my hot meat," the woman whispered in the man's ear. He could feel his cock dripping, tingling. The entire ice shack was electric with her sex and wanting. His tongue slid faster and faster over her folds as the woman ground into him.
At last she threw her head back and let out a sweet exhalation, "Yes. Oh God, yes, Alex!" The man felt her body quake and tremble. He knew he serviced his mistress well. And he smiled.
