One of my favorite "fishing" spots is Lake Lanier. Tight T-shirt no bra. Short gathered skirt just long enough - no panties. I love the outdoors. Breeze on my bare skin, crunch of the leaves, smell of the trees. Even if I strike out, just being out barely covered on a hike is wonderful.
Lake Lanier has trails all over that lead to where men fish off the bank. On this particular day, I struck out the first few stops. Flashed and got a big smile but no takers. 4th stop was a guy fishing by the bridge to the islands, that was quickly more interested in the pokies and flash than whatever might be in the water.
We stood there chatting a few minutes while I turned up the heat. Tongue on the lips, running a hand over my nips clearly visible under my T-shirt, gentle lifting of the skirt. He was pretty skeptical at first but I had him on the hook. Just had to be careful about reeling him in.
We hiked down and went under the bridge. I pulled my tits out the top of my t-shirt and let him kiss and play a bit but the goal was to get right to it. Within 5 minutes I had his dick out through the zipper in his jeans and was crouched down going balls deep. I looked up at his face to see how I was doing. "God DAMN." He said.
Seeing his enjoyment was making me super wet. I could feel it dripping down over my pussy lips at I crouched in front of him, moving his dick in and out of me, listening to his breath get more ragged. I had my hands on his ass for stability and could feel him tighten with each trust.
I put a hand down between my legs to finger my clit as I took his balls in my mouth and let his cock lay over my face. He was shaking with need. He was fighting it. I took a condom out of my pocket and tore it open, slipped it on him.
"Oh shit" he said.
As I stood up he turned me around. I assumed the position, hands against the concrete support of the bridge. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch my greedy pussy suck him in. He started slow but I was already close to an orgasm. 3 slow deep thrusts and I was exploding on his dick.