This happened years ago, about ten years before my wife died and I came to be the dirty old man that I am today.... The boat I had back then was a Kingfisher. They were called coffin boats because they were long, narrow, and deep. It was fifteen feet long, about five wide, and almost three feet deep. There was a pedestal seat in the bow with the outboard motor controls and a stick to steer with and another pedestal in the rear. The rest of the boat was open except for the fishing gear and an ice chest. I had carpeted the floor to deaden noise.
I was pre-fishing in the middle of the week for a bass tournament, which would be held the next weekend. Caddo Lake is a shallow, cypress lake in Northeastern Texas, with part of it crossing the state line into Louisiana. We were back up in a cypress pocket, off of Jamie's Bayou, it's not an area usually haunted by serious fishermen. A channel had been dredged up along the thick button cypress trees to allow an oil company to float a barge mounted drilling rig into the area. I was fishing the drop off along the shady side of that channel.
My wife, Kitty was sitting on the rear seat reading a book as I slowly fished a worm along a button cypress tree line. As the sun had rose higher, the more clothes she had shed. Now I grinned at her, as my eyes wandered over her bikini-clad body. My hands were working the rod, feeling the lake bottom, and roots around the cypress trees, but my mind was on feeling another type bottom and another type of root.
Suddenly, she looked over the top of her book and asked, "What?"
"Nothing. I was just admiring and enjoying the scenery." I replied.
She lowered the book and grinned at me, saying, "Uh huh." Laying the book on the ice chest, she stood up and went about spreading a big beach towel on the floor of the boat. Once she had it spread out to her satisfaction, she sat down on it and reached back to untie the bikini top. "In that case, this should just make your day." She said as she removed the top. She laid the top next to her book and then ran her hands over her breasts. Her breasts are a respectable thirty-four C, but on her five foot eight inch body, they look small.
I gave a low wolf whistle, which brought the grin back to her face. "Are you trying to distract me?" I asked softly.
"Now, would I do something like that?" She asked back.
I reeled in the worm and made another cast up between two trees. After a moment, I clicked the reel into gear and waited. It would only take a few seconds for the worm to reach bottom in this shallow water. My line started to go slack, so I raised the rod tip until I felt the worm bump on the roots. I put my hands back on autopilot and looked around at Kitty, saying, "Yeah you would, and every chance you get, you do."
This made her laugh as she lay back on the towel. She lay there a moment, watching me watch her. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread over her face. Her hands went to the strings at her hips and she slowly pulled on them until the bows came free. She hooked a finger under the strings and finished loosening the knot.
"Now you're getting serious." I said in a soft whisper. She chuckled and nodded. About then, there was a heaviness on my line and it started to move out toward the deeper water. I didn't set the hook; I just held a light pressure, trying to feel the size of the fish. "This feels like a good fish." I said mostly to myself as I dropped the rod tip and gave the fish slack. I waited a moment and then lifted the rod slowly. The fish was gone. I reeled in and looked down a Kitty. "I'll have to remember those trees; that was a good fish."
Kitty grinned and raised her feet up, spread her legs, and hooked a heel over each edge of the boat. Lifting her hips, she removed the bikini bottom as she whispered, "I think I know how to make sure you never forget those trees."
With a grin of my own, I stuck the rod in its holder and whispered, "I just bet you do." As I moved off my seat to kneel between her feet. I leaned over and kissed her inner thigh near her left knee. "I have this map in my mind that leads straight to my honey's hole, I mean honey hole." I whispered as I kissed and licked my way down her inner thigh.
She chuckled for a moment and then it turned into a soft moan as my lips and tongue found the smooth skin of her plump outer lips. The moan got louder and her hips lifted as I traced the outline of her slit with the tip of my tongue. I teased her a moment more and then moved up to kiss and lick her right inner thigh. Her hips gave a little shivering twitch and she made a whinny, whimpering sound, deep in her chest. I grinned to myself and moved back to take a long slow firm lick, right up the center of her slit, from her opening to her clit. Her hands shot out and grabbed the sides of my head as she said loudly, "Oh, yeah!" I paused and lightly flicked the end of her exposed clit with the tip of my tongue. She groaned loudly as her hips jerked and twitched with each flick.
