It was a nice summer day here on the fishing lake. The greenery rustled under the light breeze, ducks quacked somewhere on the horizon, and the locals were few and far in between, creating a relaxing atmosphere. It wasn't hard to understand why Jan decided to go on a date here, his girlfriend Dora thought as she enjoyed the look of sunrays dancing atop the water. That said, she still felt as if there was a misunderstanding between them. When Jan said they'd come to the lake to relax, Dora envisioned a cozy passtime with fizzy drinks, chaise lounges, and some swimming.
Jan, on the other hand, envisioned a fishing trip where the relating part is simply watching your fishing rod for hours on end, and swimming is prohibited as it'd scare the fish. So while Dora was laying on her chaise lounge in her summer outfit, consisting of a pink T-shirt and tight jeans shorts, Jan was engulfed by his fishing hobby, intricately putting a worm on the hook. The girl's fishing rod was idly left nearby, its owner not interested in it in the slightest.
And why would she be? They were in their twenties. It was time for having fun and trying exciting new things, not wasting their Saturday waiting for some fish. The surrounding folks seemed to support that theory: there were only three elderly gentlemen throughout this bank, and then a family on the opposite side of the lake, with the kids' faces clearly showing that it wasn't their choice to come here. It seemed like fishing wasn't that popular nowadays.
Anyway, Dora tried to be understanding and patiently waited until that dark-haired, handsome boyfriend finished his task. She could only hope it'd happen before some of those senior citizens attempted to talk to her. They'd have a reason to, since Dora was a very nice sight: she had a cute face with a witty glance that attracted many men around her. Even better was her figure, both feminine and athletic. While the girl's breasts weren't the largest, her toned body and taut backside made up for that. Dora's hair was long and dark, loosely falling on her shoulders and almost covering her eyes in an intriguing fashion. All of that made it even stranger that Jan would ignore her for some fiberglass stick.
"Jan, come on, join me here," Dora sang in a sweet voice, getting desperate.
"Wait a second, I'm almost finished!" Her man replied, "I'll cast mine and then help you out."
Dora rolled her eyes a little, sipping lemonade to keep herself sane.
"Jan," she said again, smoothly walking towards her boyfriend, "fish won't go anywhere from this lake, while I might!"
"Just a second," Jan replied with a kind smile, ignoring all the cues possible, "I'm ready to cast. I didn't have much practice in recent months, need to remember the motion."
Jan waved the rod around a little, leading it back and forth through the warm air. Dora stepped away for a second, fearing for her well-being.
"Three, two, one, and..." With a swing of his strong arm, Jan swung the rod backwards before casting it into the water.
Dora was about to let him be, up until she felt a strange pulling sensation. It was her T-shirt, that got caught by the rod's hook due to Jan's careless swing.
"Hey, are you..." The dark-haired girl was about to protest, yet it was too late.
The hook suddenly went up. A sound of ripping fabric hit Dora's ears, and the wind caressed her top, now only covered by a red swimsuit top of questionable modesty. Dora screamed at Jan to let her clothing go, yet the pink T-shirt had already hit the water and disappeared along with the hook.
"Jan!!!" Dora finally exclaimed.
"Shhh," the man whispered, "you'll scare the fish!"
Dora could swear she got red from anger. Yet, she promised herself to be understanding, so, sucking it up, the girl continued in an angry whisper:
"My T-shirt. Gone. You've ripped it off... And not in the way I'd like to!"
"Sorry," Jan shrugged, "it was an accident. I'll get better at casting, I promise."
"Hopefully it'll happen before all my clothing is ruined," Dora humphed.
She crossed her arms under her beautiful, round breasts, making them seem quite large for a moment. Her flat belly served as a nice contrast, showing the girl's dedication to sports and fitness.
"You do look nice like that," Jan chucled a little, making Dora even angrier for a second.
"Finally, a complement," the dark-haired girl replied sarcastically, but it didn't seem to bother Jan at all.
Dora tried attacking him a couple more times, but that fisher simply apologized and showered her with pleasant words. Not because he wanted to make up for his mistake, but because he meant them. Eventually, Dora found it impossible to be mad at him and went back to her resting spot.
"Alright, I'll just go read a magazine. You do your caveman providing stuff," she walked away with her chin up high, "just steer clear of my chaise lounge when swinging that thing, it's dangerous!"
Jan nodded with yet another sweet smile and continued fishing. It went on for some time, he even managed to catch a fish not much smaller than a pinkie! Dora, on the other hand, decided to make the best of her time and lied down to sunbathe. She took off her shorts, revealing her taut, beautiful backside, now only obscured by red panties. The elderly fishers have noticed, landing glances on the girl's toned body and whispering something to each other with grins. Dora didn't mind, as she was never ashamed of her figure and didn't see anything bad in showing off. What the confident girl didn't realize, however, was that she was about to get more than she bargained for.
"Ready, set, go," Jan whispered, casting his fishing rod again.
This time, he was careful not to land it somewhere near his girlfriend. What the fisher wasn't careful about was her shorts, which she left not far from him, resulting in the hook finding its next textile victim and carrying it away into the lake's depths with a loud splash. Dora didn't even realize what happened at first. Yet, as she raised her eyes from her magazine, her face once again got red from rage.
"You... You!!!" Dora screamed in a whisper as loud as she could, "You sent my shorts into the lake! How will I go home like this?!"
Jan recognized how furious Dora was getting, yet remained calm and collected. After all, he didn't see anything bad in his beautiful girlfriend walking around in just a bikini. Her beautiful butt and her long, athletic legs certainly deserved that. He was sorry for her losses, though, and promised to buy her new clothes as soon as he's able. It didn't seem to do much, as Dora was still in the moment where both her T-shirt and shorts were a soggy mess at the bottom of the lake, not thinking much about the future.
"The closest clothing shop is miles away from here!" Dora whispered angrily, "I bet if you were the one losing your clothes, you wouldn't be so calm!"
"Maybe? I'm unsure," Jan scratched his head, as calm as ever, "honestly, I don't think it's that big of a deal."
"Oh, we'll see about that!"
