One of the best things about college was the weekend. A few scholarships I had earned plus the fact that I had worked my butt off all summer long to pay for school, allowed me to take it easy during the semester. I took full advantage of my weekend time to hang out at the lake whenever the weather was nice enough.
My grandfather had a small plot of land on a lake not too far from school. You couldn't really call it a lakehouse in the classic sense. We had a boathouse just large enough to store the bass boat, and a one-room cabin about the size of an average garage. It had a bathroom, kitchen sink, and a small electric stove. We mainly used it for overnighters when it was too hot to fish during the day.
Tracey asked to come along one night as I was packing up my gear. She was sitting on the edge of my bed wearing just a tight cut-off T-shirt and panties. She knew that outfit showed off her body. She had cut the shirt off just at the point where it teasingly exposed the bottom curve of her breasts. If she would stretch her arms above her head, the shirt would slowly rise up, to expose her breasts completely. I like to watch her when she'd do that because the shirt would slowly ease up until it caught on her nipples. The shirt would pull her nipples until it finally won the battle, but the effort would cause her breasts to jiggle just a little.
"Can I come along?" she asked me.
"You want to go fishing?" I responded with a questioning look on my face.
"Sure," she replied, "I've been before, but I was a little girl. Besides, I could lay out and catch some sun."
Well, that cinched the deal for me. While I enjoyed my solitary fishing trips and the chance to just get away and think about things, the image of Tracey lying on the front of the boat in her bikini overruled everything.
She surprised me when, at 5 a.m., she came bounding out of her apartment ready to go. She'd even packed us some sandwiches and a cooler of drinks. Things were already looking better, seeing as how I usually survived on Snicker bars, and Gatorade. She was wearing another cropped T-shirt, although as not as short as the one from the night before, faded denim shorts, and flip flop sandals. We loaded up the truck and hit the highway.
She was very excited, talking about anything and everything as we drove to the lake. I enjoyed her conversations, she always had some funny stories to tell, and before we knew it we were at the little cabin on the lake.
We parked and unloaded the truck, and went to put the boat in the water. She was a big help, assisting me in putting everything in the boat. In about fifteen minutes, we were loaded up, in the water, and motoring out into the lake.
For the better part of the morning, Tracey fished with great enthusiasm. She even landed a few largemouth bass averaging about 2-3 lbs. each. As the sun rose higher in the sky, however, the fishing became more of a challenge, and she got bored.
"I think I'll just lay out for awhile," she told me finally as she handed me her rod. I showed her how to remove the bow seat so she had plenty of room to stretch out. I returned back to fishing while she moved quietly, setting up her towel and such.
When I finally glanced her way, I nearly fell out of my chair. She had removed the shorts and shirt and was now wearing a very sexy, yellow string bikini. The strings were just a bit larger than the fishing line I was using. She was sitting up and applying lotion to her legs. I quickly grew hard as I watched the performance. She would squirt some lotion in a long line from her ankle to her thigh and then slowly rub it in. She would raise her leg into the air as she did this, and it drew my eyes directly to between her legs. The thin yellow material barely covered her and when she would turn her leg a certain way, it would tighten enough that I could see the lips of her pussy.
When she finished with her legs, she moved up to her belly and chest. Sitting up the way she was, her breasts were hanging full and threatening to fall out of the bikini top. She had slid and tightened the little cloth triangles until they just barely covered her nipples.
"So you're not fishing anymore?" she asked me, fully catching me staring at her. I didn't even realize that I had been sitting there watching her.
I quickly recovered and replied, "Just enjoying the show. Damn, girl, you might as well be naked."
