I decided that I wanted some trout for dinner so I went fishing. I grabbed my fishing gear and strolled off down to the river. I knew a couple of deep pools where I should be able to pick up a few nice specimens.
As I approached the first of the pools where I was going to try my luck I heard a voice chattering away. The voice was female and non-stop, just going on and on, with no break to give someone the right of reply. Coming off the trail and onto the grassy area around the pool I found Sally-Mae was there, having been doing a bit of angling. Successfully, too, judging from the four fat trout on her string. I have no idea who she was talking to as she was by herself. Knowing Sally-Mae, probably the fish.
Sally-Mae was twentyish, married to Bobby. She was around five foot six, very nicely curved, with long dark hair and dark brown eyes. She had what they call a heart-shaped face, with red lips and an olive skin. Her lips were the colour that other girls use lipstick to get. Did I mention that she had a superb bust? I suppose nicely curved might have indicated that but it's a tame statement, doing nothing to put across the magnificence of her breasts.
Right now she was wearing sandals and an old dress, probably not wanting to get one of her better dresses all muddy and fishy, which I can quite understand. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that one of the tears in that dress showed some gleaming white skin at an interesting place, indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed to me that if her dress snagged on something it would probably twitch that interesting tear to the side a little and a nipple would pop into view. What a pity there wasn't anything to cause the dress to snag. (Perhaps my fingers could help at some stage.)
While I was checking her out a little breeze wandered past, plastering the dress against her. As far as I could see there was no visible panty-line, leaving me to wonder if she was one hundred percent commando, naked beneath that tatty old dress. I was willing to lay odds that she was.
"Brandon, what do you think of these?" she said when she saw me, holding her trout up.
"Very nice," I assured her, looking directly at her breasts. "Very nice indeed. Oh, I see you've got some trout."
"I was referring to the trout and you know it," she said rather smugly.
I'd noticed in the past that Sally-Mae was a little vain where her looks were concerned, always willing to lap up any compliments that might be passed around.
"Now Sally-Mae, how do you expect me to look at some little old fish when you're standing there, smiling?" I asked. "I've always considered you the cutest little thing and damned if you haven't grown into the loveliest girl in the district."
"Oh, you," she said, flapping a hand at me. "You're just saying that."
"No, really," I protested. "Just check a mirror and you'll know I speak the truth. Why, even that tatty old dress can't hide your beauty. If anything it just makes you shine the brighter."
"This thing?" she scoffed, plucking at it with one hand. "This is just a rag I wear when I go fishing. No way am I getting my good things all dirty and smelly."
"Quite understandable," I said, observing with interest that her plucking at the dress had shifted that tear just enough that it now framed her nipple. To tell her or not to tell her, that was the question. I moved closer.
"The problem with that old dress is that it's gotten a little too old. While it frames you beautifully right here I suspect that that isn't what you desire from a dress."
To indicate where it framed her so nicely I placed a finger on her nipple and pressed lightly. Sally-Mae gave a slight gasp and twitched the dress to cover the nipple, blushing slightly, even if she did take her time adjusting the dress.
"You have magnificent breasts and it's a crying shame that they're hidden by that old dress. Why don't you take it off and give me a treat."
"What? I couldn't do that!"
"Of course you can. It's just a matter of lifting the dress over your head and letting me enjoy the perfection currently hidden."
"No, but really, what would people say?"
I looked around rather ostentatiously and laughed.
"What people would that be?" I asked. "It's not as though you're going to run around telling anyone and if I was silly enough to mention it I'd be laughed at for having daydreams. Go on. What have you got to lose? Just put these down and off it comes. You can put it on again quickly enough."
While talking I lifted her string of fish and laid them on the grass. Her hands actually took hold of the dress and twitched upwards for a moment before giving a gasp and stopping, a real blush now on her face.
"Um, I can't. I really can't," she said, sounding as though she really meant it.
"Why not?" I coaxed. "You know you want to." I gave her a wicked wink.
"I don't want to," she said quickly, "and I can't, anyway."
