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.
It only took me a moment to get the big engine to fire up, and I allowed it to idle while she drove the truck up and parked it in one of the long slots at the top of the ramp. I idled over to the dock to pick her up, watching her bound down the hill, practically skipping. Even with the looseness of the sweat shirt, I could clearly see her tits bouncing as she came down the dock. It was enough to make my dick start to grown in my shorts. Fortunately it was hidden by the pair of nylon wind pants I was wearing.
One problem with the design of the boat was that when I was sitting on the stern to run the kicker, I would frequently get splashed as waves or wakes hit the stern. It didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't fun to sit for several hours wet, and over time I learned to wear only things that dried quickly or shed water. Today I was wearing an underarmor t-shirt, a pair of ventilated synthetic shorts and a nylon wind suit over both. And yes, there was no mention of underwear. Sitting in soggy cotton briefs for hours is a good way to end up seriously chafed.
I held out a hand and helped her climb in and then we took off for the area I planned on fishing, about a fifteen minute run down one arm of the lake. This particular lake was completely surrounded by state forest land, which made it really nice. There were no houses at all on the lake proper, and docks were only allowed in certain areas. The lake was not heavily traveled, even on weekends, so there were lots of nice coves and cuts that could be fished undisturbed. Today we were going to be working a mudflat that extended out from a couple points.
I rigged lines and explained how we were going to fish, and stood next to her while she tried casting it a few times. The boat rocked gently in the wakes of a few other fishing boats that went by, causing her to rock and bump into me a few times. She seemed unfazed, but the smell of her perfume and the closeness was having an effect on me. I was glad I was able to finally go to the back and adjust my hard dick to a less prominent location.
Jenny sat down in the bow leaning against the most forward pad, and put her feet up, one on each side of the walk through part of the windshield. I wondered if she realized that as I was running the boat I had no choice but to continually look at her body and wonder just exactly what that sweat suit was covering.
Oh well. Onward and fishward...
We fished for nearly two hours before the sun started to get to me in my dark blue nylon suit. I propped my rod so it wouldn't fall out of the boat and then proceeded to work my wind suit off while trying to keep the still motoring boat on the track I was trying to take. I was finally down to just my boat shoes, shorts and t-shirt, feeling quite a bit more comfortable.
"That looks like a good idea! What should I do with my rod?" Jenny asked from the bow.
"Just go ahead and reel it in for now." I called back.
"OK" she said as she quickly reeled the line in and then got up from her comfortable lounge seat. She stepped into the cockpit between the two front seats and turned to face the bow. I watched with interest as she bent over slightly and hooked her thumbs in the top of her sweat pants. She pushed the material down, wiggling her hips slightly to work the tight waist over her round hips and ass. My dick jumped to full hard and I almost creamed myself as I watched her naked ass come into view, each creamy inch at a time. At first I thought she was complexly naked, and I would soon be seeing her bare pussy, but to both my disappointment and relief as she bent over farther I realized she was wearing an extremely tiny thong type bottom, a tiny pink patch of material covering her pussy lips, held in place by a single tiny string up the crack of her fantastic ass.
She bent over even farther, working the material down her legs, kicking her small deck shoes off to pull the sweat pants off her legs. The farther she bent the tighter the tiny slip of material pulled on her pussy, soon giving me an incredible view, improved even more as she lifted her legs one at a time to pull the sweats all the way off.
I did my best to readjust my rock hard dick and point it down my leg to make it a bit less noticeable, but the reality was that I wanted to just step behind her and stuff my dick into her.
Once she had tossed her bottoms onto the seat, she pulled her hat off and then, still facing the bow, pulled the top of her sweats off. From the back, other than a tiny string around her hips and down her ass crack, and a tiny tie around her neck and back, she looked completely naked, much more skin than I had ever seen on her, and all of it very sexy.
She pulled her hat back on, poking her pony tail out the hole on the back and then turned to face me.
"So what do you think?" she asked as my eyes took in her almost naked body. The front of the tiny bikini was almost as sparse as the back. The tiny slip of material covering her pussy barely came up to the top of her lips and a slight amount of her obviously hairless mound. I looked up to her fantastic tits, and saw that the top was little more than two triangles of material held on by a few strings. Her tits looked like two half cantaloupes stuck on her chest, the tiny triangles barely big enough to cover her hard nipples and areola.