Traci was trying hard not to be depressed, although if she knew what was in store for her, it would have made that task a lot easier.
She had just received a call from her best friend at work, Julie, and now she had a big decision to make. She and Julie had made plans to go camping for a few days in a remote area of Pennsylvania about an hour away that they had checked out last month.
But now Julie wasn't going to be able to go along. She had gotten a call about 30 minutes ago from her dad, telling her that her mom had been rushed to the hospital with heart problems. She told Traci that she was really sorry, but she'd have to go home to New Jersey to be with them.
Traci certainly understood, but now she had a decision to make -- cancel the entire trip, or go alone?
At 29 years of age, she was not in a good place in life. Her boyfriend of about five years had broken things off about three months ago, which kind of saved her the trouble of doing it herself. They lived too far apart and didn't have enough common interests to keep it going.
But she was worried about how her life was headed. She had a decent job, working as a nurse in a hospital, and she had some good friends like Julie. But she was getting concerned -- when was she going to find Mr. Right?
She'd never been one to go out much, and being in the relationship with Donnie had wasted other opportunities.
Traci and Julie had discovered that they both loved to fish about a month ago, and had cooked up this trip to get away from everything. Julie believed Traci just needed a pep talk to get her head on straight before she got back out into the dating scene.
After all, Traci was still desirable, unless you liked tiny women.
Standing about 5-10, she had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, a pleasant face, long legs and a beautiful heart-shaped butt, even if it did carry a few extra pounds. But men were mostly drawn to her best assets, her breasts.
It was pretty much impossible for Traci to dress in a way that hid her 34 D boobs, although she tried very hard to do so at the hospital. From the looks and attention of her male patients and the doctors, she didn't quite succeed.
Eventually, Traci decided that she needed to go get away from everything, even if she would be alone.
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Traci arrived at the small, family-owned campground mid-morning on Sunday. It was the middle of May and the camp was not crowded, so Traci was able to claim a spot that was perfect for her needs -- it was furthest away from the center of camp, it was close to a couple of streams and it had a decent-sized grassy area in case she wanted to catch some rays.
After setting up her tent and arranging the rocks just right for a campfire later, Traci ate lunch. She decided since it was a nice sunny day in the mid-70s, some sunbathing was in order before she broke out the fishing gear.
So she set out her lounge chair, went inside the tent and changed into a bikini.
About an hour later, Traci heard a noise in the direction of the stream and set her book down. She could see a guy through the trees walking parallel with the creek and he was obviously a fisherman. She watched him cast his line into the stream, and began reading again.
But she had the feeling that eyes were upon her, and sure enough when she looked up the guy was staring her way.
She couldn't tell for sure, but the fisherman looked young. He was tall, with longish hair, and was wearing a very tight T-shirt under his fishing vest.
They began doing a kind of dance with their eyes. He would look away toward the stream, and she would wait until he looked back at her, then she would pretend to be reading. Then she'd look up, hoping he was watching her again.
This went on for several minutes. Traci did not feel threatened at all, so she decided to add some spice. While he was not looking, she spread her legs wider. The next time he was looking, she "dropped" her book mark and bent forward to retrieve it, knowing that her big tits were creating lots of cleavage.
He eventually moved away and Traci got another hour of sun before she decided it was time for her to go fishing.
She and her father didn't have a whole lot in common, but going fishing with him growing up was one of her fondest memories. The two streams near the camp site were stocked with trout by the state, and even though it was getting later in the season, she hoped she'd still catch some.
Traci walked directly to the place she'd seen the fisherman before and sure enough, there was a nice, long riffle below a protruding rock. She found one of her favorite spinners in her vest and tied it on, and on her first cast got a hit, but missed it.
The second cast produced a 10-inch rainbow, which she landed and promptly threw back.
That's when she looked up to see the fisherman standing only 10 yards away. He was young, taller than her, with a handsome face. And, yes he did fill out that shirt nicely.
He smiled and nodded his head, so Traci did, too.
He moved downstream about 10 more yards to a shaded pool, but he and Traci kept making eye contact. And gradually, Traci started thinking about things other than fishing.
It had been three months since she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but it was longer than that since she'd had sex. And the more the fisherman's eyes gazed at her, the more she realized just how horny she was.
Her mind took over after that, concocting several wild fantasies about what she would like to do with that young man standing just downstream. His eyes told her he might be thinking some lewd thoughts, too.
Finally, she said to herself, why the fuck not?
So she reeled in her spinner, attached it to the rod, walked down to where was standing, and said, "Are you thirsty?"
And he said, in a croaking voice, "Uh, yeah, I could be."
"Well, I've got some cold beer right over there. C'mon."
When they got to the campsite, Traci pulled two Yuenglings out of her cooler and handed him one. She sat in her chair and he sat on a nearby tree stump.
"I'm Traci."
"I'm Jesse. Thanks for the beer. Doing some camping, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm here for a few days. Just needed to get away and do some fishing. How about you?"
"Well, I live about a half mile from here, over that ridge on the other side of the creek."
"Really? I assumed that was all woods that way. Let me ask you a question -- how old are you?"
"Just turned 19, why?"
"I needed to know before I ask you this question: Do you wanna fuck me? We've been eyeing each other up and down for a couple of hours and I am so horny I'm about ready to explode."
Jesse's face lit up as he said, "Well, yeah, I think I can help you with that."
They clinked cans, then took a huge swig of beer, and Traci said, "Let's go. In the tent."
Fortunately, the tent was a big one. Once they closed the flap, clothes began flying and in no time at all both were naked and on their knees.
"Damn, lady, you have some really big titties," Jesse said as he reached out to grab them.
