It was going to be a great weekend, weather wise. It would be a shame to miss getting to go fishing for lack of a fishing partner. My wife hated it when I had to go alone, so I always tried to find a partner to take. This weekend was no exception, however I was having trouble finding anyone available. I was in the front office asking one of the young faculty that had gone with me before.
"So Jerry, you interested in going out this weekend and slay some fish?"
"Sorry Mike, I can't this weekend." Jerry answered.
"Ok. Maybe next time then."
"Sure thing." Jerry answered as he picked up his mail and headed out the door of the administrative offices.
I collected my mail and shook my head in disgust at striking out again.
"Can't find anyone to go fishing with?" Jenny asked from where she was sitting at her desk. Jenny is one of our secretaries that came to the department a bit over a year ago. We had talked frequently and become good 'work' friends. Nothing would ever go beyond that for two reasons; first we were both married, me for over twenty five years and her for just over two. The second thing is that she is way too young for me. At twenty four she is half my age, and I have a daughter that is her age. But she is fun to talk to, and for reasons I never quite understood, she will confide her deepest secrets to me. She is also very easy on the eyes. Even though I've never seen her in anything other than professional dress, a number of occasions she has shown me a considerable amount of cleavage, one time even pulling her top away to show me her sun burn, giving me an almost unobstructed view of her tits for an all too brief few seconds. She is built like a brick shit house; large tits, maybe a thirty-eight double D that I knew from one dress she wore, didn't need a bra to hold their shape, and an ass that I would kill to see naked. Her slim body, other than her tits and ass, couldn't weigh more than a hundred and twenty pounds. All in all, enough to make me wish I was twenty four again just so I could try to get her naked.
"Fraid not, and my wife really doesn't like me to go alone. I guess she's afraid I'm going to fall in or something."
"Why don't you take her?"
"I would, but she's going shopping with my daughter in law."
"I know that feeling. My husband is going fishing for the weekend with some buddies. He never wants to take me along either. Says I'd just be in the way."
"He a big fisherman?"
"He likes to think so. Really I think he just likes to go hang out and drink beer with his buddies."
"Sorry to hear that. Do you like to fish?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Never tried, but I'd like to learn."
"Too bad he won't take you out and teach you."
"I know. How about you? You could teach me." She said with a smile.
"I'm not sure my wife or your husband would appreciate that."
"So, who's going to tell them?" she replied with a grin.
I thought about it for a minute. Probably a minute longer than I really should have, given the situation, and then heard myself agree. If my wife found out this would definitely be trouble.
"Great!" she said, leaning down to scribble on a pad. "Here's where I live. What time are you going to pick me up?"
"Five-thirty Saturday morning." I answered, not sure what kind of trouble I had just started.
"Anything I need to bring?" she asked pulling the pad out to write on again.
"Well, it's going to be hot in the afternoon and chilly in the morning, so dress appropriately. You also want to wear a hat... you need some lunch and drinks... oh yeah... you need to go buy a fishing license."
"Got it." She said as she scribbled the last of the notes on the page. "Anything else?"
"Nope that's it." I said as I got ready to head back to my office.
"Great. See you Saturday then!" she said with a bright smile.
"Ok." I said as I headed out. "See you then."
I shook my head as I walked back to my office. This was definitely a bad idea, but maybe there would be a silver lining. I might get a chance to see a bit more of her body in more casual clothes. As long as my wife doesn't find out it might work out ok.
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I felt pretty good as I drove to Jenny's house on Saturday morning. I had successfully gotten out with my wife believing I was going alone, and I was kind of excited to see how she looked in something other than professional clothes. I found her house easily and parked on the street, not wanting to have to back the boat if I didn't need to. I was on the way to the door when she came bounding out with a small backpack in one hand and a small cooler in the other.
"Morning!" she called cheerily. "All ready?"
"Ready if you are." I answered, reaching for her cooler and bag. She handed them over so I could put them in the back of the suburban. I put them into the truck, somewhat disappointed. She was defiantly ready for the cool morning, wearing a pair pink sweats that hid all the best parts of her body. The sweat shirt hid all but the general bump of her big tits, but the bottoms did a bit better job of outlining her round ass. She had worn a hat as I suggested, a cute pink ball cap with her blond ponytail sticking out the back. "This is going to be fun!" she said with a big smile enhancing her cute face and sparking blue eyes.
"It should be interesting." I said as I walked around to climb back in.
We headed off to the lake, an almost two hour drive, most of it on winding two lane roads, with Jenny chattering away a mile a minute.
I did my best to keep up with her string of questions about how we were going to fish, what the lake was like, that kind of thing, until she finally slowed and just sat looking out at the passing scenery.
We did finally get to the lake, and then my work really started. It only took me about ten minutes to get the boat uncovered and ready to put in the drink. My boat is an interesting set-up. IT started life as an open bow runabout, with seating around the bow that easily sat 4 bikini clad girls (but that is another story) and a walk through folding windshield. The cockpit was a split design, with two sets of back to back seats on each side. These could fold down into two long benches. The engine of the I/O was covered with a large padded housing with a forward facing seat on each side. The pads of the seats could be moved up to create one long padded surface for sunning or taken out to give access to the rear swim platform on the port side. My modifications started after that. The basic boat was well suited to cruising and tubing, but in order to troll for walleye, which was what we were after today, I needed an additional small gas outboard, known as a kicker. Trying to troll with a hundred-fifty horse I/O was both fuel costly and hard to keep slow enough. The small four horse unit that was mounted on a bracket on the starboard side of the boat allowed me to easily troll all day between one half and three miles per hour. I had it set so that I could sit on the stern and run it comfortably after removing the one seat cushion. I also had an electric trolling motor on a removable bow mount bracket that I created, so that it sat outside of the grab bar rail that ran around the open bow bench. Running that motor was easy, since it was an electric wireless remote, allowing me to control it from anywhere in the boat. The whole setup allowed me to fish for about anything I wanted, and still have a comfortable cruiser with plenty of comfortable seating.
"I think we're about ready." I said as I put the coolers in the boat and got ready to drop it in the water.
"Cool. What do I do?"
"Well, to be honest, once I put the boat in the water, do you want to pull the truck up and park it in one of the spots up there?"
"Sure!" she said brightly. "I'll do whatever you say!"
I stopped short and though about half a second. "You should be careful making offers like that." I joked. "Someone might take you up in ways you don't expect."
"Oh don't worry. I'm confident you aren't going to ask anything I'm not willing to do."
I climbed in before I responded to that with something that might get me in trouble.
I backed the boat down and pushed it off the trailer, allowing it to slide gracefully into the water. After walking gingerly down the trailer beam, I unclipped the winch line and climbed in, pushing off as I did.