Catching more than fish

The magic of the moment, that’s what I was thinking as I cast my line
into the water once again. I’d decided the day before to do a spot of
trout fishing, and I knew of a beautiful river that always held some
big fish. Watching the gulls skim over the water down stream and the
osprey hovering further down trying to catch it’s breakfast was just
the tip of the iceberg.

Across on the other side of the river I could see a female angler, who
was clearly enjoying the magic of the river herself. As I cast in once
more I spotted her line being pulled out, and knew she’d managed to
snare a big one. I was caught up in her efforts to land the thing,
cause I suddenly stopped fishing and just watched.

She’d clearly done this many times before, for as she played the game
many fishermen had done in the past, she never once lost her
composure. After ten minutes of struggling with her catch, I could see
her lowering her net into the water and bringing out a beautiful
specimen.

She nodded her appreciation as I applauded her efforts, giving me a
smile that seemed to light up her face. After fishing for another
hour, and only having caught two small trout, I decided to call it a
day. Packing up my kit, I piled it all into the back of my land rover,
closing and locking it after I’d done so.

I decided at that point to go for a drink, knowing that a quaint
little tavern just up the road was opening its doors to the public.
Once there I ordered a traditional beverage known as scrumpy, it was a
strong cider, one that had a powerful kick to it. I felt that as I was
only going to have one, I should be all right.

Whilst there I was pleasantly surprised to see the young lady angler
popping in for a drink, so I asked her what she would like. She told
me a scotch on the rocks, and ended up joining me at my table near the
large log fire.

“Beautifully caught by the way,” I said, in an effort to start off the
conversation.

“Thank you, it was my only catch of the day, but it was worth it,” she
replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“Did you weigh it?” I asked, knowing that it was a fair sized catch.

“Yes, it was 18Ib in weight, not exactly the biggest fish, but a fair
sized one never the less,” she replied, modestly.

We talked for hours after that, with both of us swapping tales of our
passion for fishing, until finally I realised how late it was getting.

“It has been such a pleasure talking to you this afternoon, but I
simply must make tracks, I have a few errands to run, so I wish you
well and take my leave,” I said, standing up and getting my jacket
back on.

“I’ve rather enjoyed your company as well…” she started to say, and
then scribbled something down on a piece of paper, “this is my home
phone number, ring me sometime, I’d love to talk again.”

Having not expecting this turn of events I took the piece of paper
from her hand and thanked her once again, and then I left wearing a
large smile.

Two days later, I remembered her piece of paper and decided to act by
ringing the number provided. It rang for half a dozen times before
being picked up, and her unmistakable voice could be heard to say
hello.

“Hi um…” I suddenly realised as I uttered my first words, that I
didn’t know her name, “we met the other day, whilst fishing,” I
clumsily finished.

“Oh hi Carl, I was hoping you’d call,” she replied, putting me at
ease.

I told her that I was just thinking of her, and decided to give her a
call. The next thing I know we’d arranged to meet in town and go on a
date, which all shocked me because I’d never found it that easy to
find a date before. As I put the phone down, I suddenly felt like one
of those fish, being played and landed into a net, which just made me
smile.

The location of our very first date was an Italian restaurant, one I
knew well and with which I’d had many wonderful meals. She turned up
on time, and we soon found ourselves sitting down and ordering our
meals and a bottle of wine. We talked for hours, both of us enjoying
the meal and both of us hanging onto each word the other spoke.

We seemed to get on very well, and with each minute that passed that
evening I was wishing it could be replaced with another. However, all
too soon the night started to draw to a close, and I offered to drive
her home. She accepted and I followed her directions until we came to
a small cottage, which it happens was located just up the road from
where I’d seen her fishing.

She asked me if I’d like a nightcap before going, to which I replied
with a positive answer. Pretty soon I found myself sitting in a
beautifully decorated sitting room, that held treasures of her love of
fishing with things like gold cups and photographs of her
achievements. I knew she took fishing seriously, I just didn’t realise
how seriously until I’d seen that room.

Her name was Judith, she’d informed me over dinner, but liked her
friends to call her Judy. Handing me a small glass of port, she
started to tell me stories associated with each photo, also where and
how she’d obtained the gold cups. It turned out that she was a
regional female angling champion, and that she’d been fishing now for
over fifteen years.

I couldn’t help but notice the same man in a lot of her photos, and
asked who it was. She replied that it was her husband, but that he’d
died five years previously during a boating accident. I could see the
pain in her eyes, as she stared at one of the pictures, obviously
remembering better times.

“I’m sorry to hear that Judy, you were clearly close,” I said, placing
a hand onto her shoulder gently.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m over it now even though it took a long time,”
replied Judy, placing her hand onto mine and holding it.

We were both silent for a few moments more, and then she turned and
kissed me. I don’t know if it was the drink or the heat of that
moment, but I suddenly felt incredibly alive. I responded to her kiss
by placing my hands gently onto her cheeks, caressing both, as our
lips tasted one another’s. It was a long kiss, the kind that you think
of when alone and wanting to be close and intimate with someone you
like.

Both of us seemed to be of one mind, for our hands were starting to
run up and down each of our bodies, in a sort of curious exploration.
Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, but suddenly I found myself
boldly unfastening her blouse to which I received no complaints. Upon
undoing all buttons and whilst still kissing, I slipped my right hand
onto her bare skin, receiving a sigh from her lips as my fingers
gently stroked her soft stomach.

She in turn pushed my jacket off with both hands, and started to undo
my shirt buttons. We never seemed to stumble or embarrass each other;
it all seemed a perfectly natural thing to do. Pretty soon her blouse
and my shirt were off, and our kissing became more intense.

As my hand brushed her bra, hers was exploring my naked chest and
making me feel wanted and special. After placing my hand around the
back and unclasping her bra, and making it seem so easy, I looked down
to see her beautiful breasts spring slightly forward as they were
freed from their confines. Her nipples were already erect as I gently
stroked her soft skin, and hearing her moans softly as my fingers
touched her, made my hard member stir within my trousers.

Leaning forward and going down, I gently licked and then sucked her
right nipple into my mouth. She responded by running her hands through
my hair, and whispering that she wanted me to make love to her. I then
started to run my hands over her thighs as I continued kissing down
her body, until I reached her skirt. At some point she must have
unzipped it, for I found it easy to slide it down her legs and off
onto the floor.

Her panties slipped off easily, as my hands reached for both sides at
once and pulled downwards. I could feel and see her lifting slightly
as they were removed, in an effort to make it as quick as possible.
Once off I continued to kiss downward, and was surprised to find she’d
shaved her womanhood.

As I licked her soft pussy lips, she arched her back in an almost
wanton fashion, wanting my tongue to find its target. Opening up her
lips with both hands, I looked upon her beauty just before flicking
her clitoris around with the tip of my tongue. She started to moan out
loud, as I enveloped her womanhood with my mouth and started to suck
her clit.

Her hands were pressing the top of my head, in a somewhat animalistic
fashion, as her thighs and legs became more animated with each stroke
from my tongue. I then introduced a finger into my playtime, feeling
her squirming as I pushed it all the way in. She told me on more than
one occasion that she wanted me to make love to her, but I so wanted
her to cum from the attention of my tongue, before taking her on that
journey. Suddenly my efforts were rewarded, for she started to buck
her hips and I knew she was about to climax. Holding her legs apart
firmly I renewed my attack on her senses, licking faster and deeper
until finally I could feel her juices running over my tongue and hear
her loud moans of approval.

Once she started to calm down, I stood up and unbuckled my trousers
and then removed the rest of my clothes. By the time she reopened her
eyes, I was standing in front of her totally naked. My hardened cock
standing out in front, and yearning to get into the action, as it
pulsed and twitched a few times. Judies eyes seem to light up, as she
was treated to a wonderful view of my cock.

Reaching forward she grasped hold of it, running both hands over the
length before sitting back and spreading her legs. I looked down to
see how wet she still was, and witnessed the glimmer of her juices
lighting up her soft lips. Kneeling down and pulling her to the edge
of the couch, I guided my hardness into position and pushed gently but
firmly.

She threw her neck back as my cock started to slide in, obviously
experiencing a wonderful moment. I enjoyed how tight she appeared to
be, for even though I had no trouble entering her moist pussy, it felt
wonderful as it slid all the way into her body. At which point I
started to rock back and forth, watching as each stroke made my
hardness disappear deep inside her.

Her moans of pleasure were becoming louder, as I started to speed up
and all too soon I was starting to get to that point of no return.
Judy made that point even better though, for as I was about to shout
out that I was Cumming, she said the exact same thing. I fairly
exploded inside her as I felt her pelvic muscles start to grip my
cock, knowing that her orgasm had started at the exact same time.

I continued to rock back and forth, wanting to make the best of this
climatic experience, and feeling wonderful as my seed was drained away
by the moment. Judies eyes were tightly closed and her breathing was
shallow and soft, as I finally pulled myself free from the encounter.
We both lay back on the couch for a while after that, getting
ourselves composed and feeling the after effects of such a beautiful
union.

The rest of the night was about exploring each other’s bodies, and
playing the games that most adults play late at night. I will never
forget that evening, for it held the same magic as the day we met.