It had been a particularly stressful week at work for me. As an accountant for one of the city's most reputable firms, my days were filled with numbers and spreadsheets; I lived and breathed the language of finance. My colleagues at the office were like family, but the rigorous schedule left me yearning for something more - something that would allow me to unwind and escape the mundane routine of my daily grind. That's when Tom, a fellow colleague and avid fisherman, suggested a weekend getaway to the lake he often frequented for some much-needed relaxation. "It's secluded and peaceful," he reassured me. "The perfect spot to clear your mind, Johnson. And I have to tell you...The fishing assistance there is beyond imagination. It will blow your mind."
Of course, I was skeptical. I mean, how could a fishing trip possibly be a solution to my work-related woes? But Tom's enthusiasm was contagious, and before I knew it, I found myself driving to the lake on my own on a Friday afternoon, eager to experience this mysterious place for myself. As I pulled up to the dock, I noticed a young woman standing by, her slender frame adorned in a floral-print bikini that accentuated her curves and a sun hat shielding her face from the sun's glare. Her long, shapely legs were bare, and she wore a pair of waders that hugged her slim hips.
"Hi, I'm Minji," she greeted me warmly, extending her hand. "I'll be your fishing guide today. Tom told me you were coming."
I was momentarily stunned. Is this what Tom had meant when he talked about the "assistance"? This beautiful, young Asian woman was my fishing guide? It didn't make any sense. Yet, here I was, standing before her, feeling a strange sense of anticipation. "Uh, yeah. Tom said I'd find you here," I managed to mutter, trying hard not to stare at her perky breasts.
Minji laughed, her voice soft and melodic. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I'm here to help you catch some fish." Yes, she was here to help me catch some fish, but that was the last thing on my mind. "Shall we go?" she asked, gesturing towards the lake.
We launched the boat, and Minji expertly steered us to a secluded spot on the lake. As we trolled, she chatted easily about her love for fishing and the outdoors, sharing stories of her weekend adventures with her friends and family.
"So, Minji, tell me about this magical place you take people to fish. How do you manage to find such bountiful catches?" I asked, casting my line into the water.
She smiled knowingly. "It's all about knowing the right spots and using the right techniques, Mr. Johnson. But don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know." Her voice was teasing, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
"I'm all ears," I replied, my eyes fixed on her curvaceous body as she reeled in a fish.
"Well, first, we need to find a good spot. And once we do, we'll need to use the right bait." She glanced at me meaningfully, and I felt a familiar stirring in my pants.
"I'm sure you know the best spots, Minji," I said, trying to sound casual. "And what about the bait?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," she said, reaching behind her and grabbing a box. "I've got just the thing." With that, she pulled out a live minnow, its silver body wriggling in her grasp. "Here, hold this for me."
I took the minnow from her, feeling its slippery skin against my fingers. "Uh, okay."
"Good," she said, reaching back into the box. "Now, let's see...where should we start?" She pulled out another minnow, this one larger than the first. "How about this one?"
"Sure," I replied, my heart racing.
Minji leaned in close, her breasts pressing against my arm as she tied the minnow to my line. "There you go," she murmured, her breath warm on my skin. "Now let's see if we can catch us some fish."
We spent the day fishing, and Minji was a great instructor, patiently teaching me the ropes of the sport. She pointed out the best spots, showed me how to cast my line, and gave me tips on how to reel in a catch. As we fished, I couldn't help but notice the way her body moved, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked around the boat. Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of sunscreen and feminine musk.
"So, Minji," I finally said as we took a break for lunch, "how did you get into fishing?"
She laughed, a musical sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Oh, it's a family thing. My dad used to take us out all the time when we were kids. I just never grew out of it."
"I bet you're pretty good at it," I commented, eyeing her expertly baited hook.
"I try," she replied, biting into her sandwich.
The afternoon passed quickly, and we caught more fish than I could have ever imagined. As the sun began to set, I realized that Tom had been right - Minji was indeed an exceptional fishing guide. But what I didn't expect was the intense attraction I felt towards her. Every time she gave me a tip or pointer, my mind would wander to inappropriate places. "Keep your rod tip up," she'd say, and all I could think about was lifting her skirt instead. "Don't forget to reel in slowly," she'd warn, and I'd fantasize about her reeling me in instead.
By the time we docked the boat, I was exhausted from the physical activity and aroused beyond belief. As Minji helped me ashore, I couldn't help but admire the way her slim waist moved beneath her bikini top or the way her long, slender legs carried her across the dock.
"Well, Mr. Johnson," she said with a smile, "I think that's enough fishing for one day. How about we head back to the lodge?"
I nodded, my mind reeling with thoughts of what might happen once we were alone.
Upon arriving at the lodge, Minji showed me to my room and assured me she'd be by in the morning to continue our lessons. As soon as she left, I changed into my pajamas and collapsed onto the bed, my thoughts consumed by the sexy fishing guide. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
That night, I dreamed of Minji - her soft skin, her gentle laugh, and the way her body moved as she fished. In my dream, she was naked, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders as she bent over to cast her line. I awoke with a start, my cock hard and aching for release.
The next morning, Minji was true to her word, arriving at my door promptly at 8am. "Good morning, Mr. Johnson," she said brightly, her voice echoing down the hallway.
I opened the door, still half asleep, and found her standing there in the same bikini from the day before, her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. "Morning, Minji," I mumbled, trying to hide my morning wood.
She chuckled at my obvious discomfort. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. We've got work to do."
We spent the morning fishing again, and Minji continued to teach me about the sport with patience and expertise. But it was difficult to focus on her words when she was so close, the sight of her cleavage and toned legs distracting me at every turn. By midday, I'd had enough.
"Minji," I said, turning to face her, "I have to ask you something."
She raised an eyebrow. "What's that, Mr. Johnson?"
"Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, but...I've been having these...thoughts. And I was wondering if...well, you see..."
She laughed, a musical sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I think I know what you're asking, Mr. Johnson. But let's just finish our lesson first."
I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment as we continued fishing. She was either teasing me or I had misunderstood Tom and his intentions entirely.
As the afternoon wore on, Minji's presence became unbearable. Every time she bent over to untangle a line or reach into the box for more bait, I could see the outline of her panties through her bikini bottoms. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay beneath those thin pieces of fabric. She'd cast her line; I'd steal glances at her backside. She's reel in a catch; I'd imagine pulling down her top to reveal perfect breasts.
Finally, as the sun began to set once more, Minji turned towards me and smiled knowingly. "Well, Mr. Johnson," she said softly, "I think it's time we wrap things up for today."
My heart raced in anticipation - had I misread her signals? Was this really happening? As if reading my mind, she continued, "But first, I wanted to know if you were interested in a little...extra instruction?" She ran her fingers along the waist of her bikini bottoms suggestively.
I swallowed hard and nodded once more. "Yes," I managed to croak out.
"You work with Tom at the accounting office, right?" Minji said teasingly as she moved closer, pushing me against a nearby tree. "What have you got in your wallet?"
I fumbled for my money clip and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. "Here," I offered eagerly. "Just show me your tits." I couldn't believe what was happening - Minji, this beautiful young woman who had captivated me all weekend long, would finally give in to my desires. Her role as a fishing guide only made the experience more taboo and irresistible. And she wasn't even old enough to drink. Oh, those naughty Korean girls...
