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Fishing season was well under way, but the crowds of opening day were long gone, and I had the little trout stream to myself. The warmth of late spring had driven me to seek out the cooler headwaters of streams where most anglers are too lazy to go.

The fish are not big here, mostly native browns and brook trout. My little four weight fly rod was just right for these waters, and the fish were biting often enough to keep it interesting. I came to a fork in the stream, and decided to take the smaller of the two branches, the one that is a cascade of pools and small waterfalls running up into the mountains. The fishing slowed down as the sun rose, and I decided it was time to sit down and grab a bite to eat.

After lunch, I headed upstream again, casting to every likely looking lie. A few minutes later, I saw a set of boot prints coming in from the right hand side of the stream along an old deer trail. Frankly, I was a bit upset. I had walked way in here to get away from other fisherman, and it now appeared that there was not only someone else up here, but he was ahead of me. That meant someone else would be getting first crack at each of the little pools making the fishing that much more difficult.

I thought I heard some noise up ahead, so I stopped moving and listened intently, trying to figure out who, or what, was creating the disturbance. I moved a bit farther upstream, and it became clear that someone was splashing around in one of the pools. This was just what I needed! It was bad enough someone had gotten up to these remote pools before I did, but the guy didn’t even have the sense, or the courtesy, to not splash around so much. These little streams need a quiet approach, and what I was hearing sure didn’t meet that criterion!

I decided my best bet was to skip the next couple of pools, walk a bit faster, and try to get past the fisherman ahead of me. The ground was soft and the trail fairly wide here, so the going was easy, and relatively quiet. The stream took a quick turn to the right, and as I rounded the bend in the trail, the sound got noticeably louder. A bit of movement caught my eye.

I came to an abrupt halt, and what I saw next caused me to duck into the bushes and try to keep out of sight. Next to the little pool rested a pair of hip boots. A fly rod leaned against a nearby tree, and a fishing vest was hanging from the remains of a broken branch. A shirt and a pair of cargo shorts were thrown over another branch. But what really caught my eye were the bra and panties dangling from the laurel that grows so abundantly along the streams in these parts.

The apparent former occupant of the lingerie, standing knee deep in the stream, her back toward me, appeared to be bathing herself. These headwaters were still cold, and I figured she must have plenty of fortitude to stand out there in that icy water like that. I guessed she had gotten sweaty on the hike in and had decided to cool down before resuming her fishing. She had probably no more expected to run into another angler up here than I had, so I guess she thought she was safe from prying eyes.

She soon turned a bit more in my direction, and I was able to see her profile, a profile that was well worth the look! Her body was more athletic than voluptuous. Although not particularly large, her breasts were well rounded and firm, the hard nipples standing well out from the areoles, probably as a result of the icy water. Her legs were long and well toned, and it was obvious she kept herself in good shape. She turned just a bit more toward me, and I noticed the hair on her cunt was dark and thick, although neatly trimmed and fairly short. Her face was pretty, and there was a slight smile on her lips, so I knew she was enjoying herself. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung nearly halfway down her back

My cock was starting to stir and swell, and I knew that a full blown hard on was on its way! I thought about ducking out of there unseen, but I saw her hand drop to her cunt, and a finger began to probe for her clit. Having found its target, her hand started to move more rapidly, and it became apparent that she would soon cum. Her hips began thrusting more violently, her hand moving more urgently, and she soon exploded in orgasm.

I was completely involved in the vision of this lovely woman playing with herself when an insect of some sort buzzed into my ear, startling me. I dropped my fly rod, swatted at my tormentor, lost my balance, and ended up making quite a racket. My presence was no longer a secret! The naked girl turned around the rest of the way toward me, surprised, but making no move to cover herself up. Nor did she begin yelling at me to get out of there, a request I would have found more than reasonable. Instead, she peered inquisitively at me, put her hands on her hips, and said, “You might as well come on out of those bushes! I knew you were there anyway.”

I stepped out of my hiding place, probably red in the face for having been caught watching her. I should have thought she would have been the one to be embarrassed, being caught naked by a strange man while she fingered her cunt, but apparently she was not. I stepped into the open, and something about her attitude and demeanor convinced me to move toward her, even though my instincts told me I should head the other way.

She stepped up onto the bank and moved toward me, seemingly not the least self-conscious. She had no towel with her, so she stood there dripping wet. The shafts of sunlight filtered through the treetops and glistened on her skin, making her look almost as though she were shining. A drop of water was about ready to fall from her right nipple, and I was unable to tear my eyes away until gravity had taken its course. I quickly drank in the rest of this delicious vision, and once again felt my cock beginning to throb.

I started to apologize for disturbing her privacy, but she assured me I had nothing for which to apologize. “When you jump into a stream like this, naked, you take a chance. I guess today was your lucky day! You don’t happen to have a towel in the back pocket of that vest, do you?” When I assured her I did not, she said she would just have to wait for the air to dry her off before she got dressed, and she moved to a spot where the sun shone through more strongly. She brushed some of the excess water from her breasts with her hand, and it seemed to me that she lingered longer than necessary as her hands crossed her nipples. She glanced my way and smiled, and then suddenly seemed to notice the bulge in my pants.

The tip of her tongue seemed to dart out almost involuntarily, licking her lips, and I noticed her right hand grazing the lips of her cunt. “Is that a fishing rod in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me……. naked?” she joked. She turned, fully facing me, put her hands on her hips with her legs slightly parted, offering a silent, but unmistakable, invitation.

I smiled back at her, and my fishing gear and clothes soon occupied the length of a nearby log. My cock was standing out like a flagpole, and all nine inches of it were pulsating with anticipation. She beckoned to me, and I took the few steps needed to close the distance between us. I bent down to her face and kissed her hard, using her hair to hold her face against mine. Her tongue pried open my lips, felt along each tooth, and reached down my throat.

I pulled her head away, and we looked at each other intently. But the intensity melted into smiles, and I soon felt her hand sliding down my back, and then around to my front where she gently, but firmly, encircled my cock with one hand, and my balls with the other. She began kissing her way down my chest, lingering briefly as she lightly bit each nipple. She worked her way down until my cock was even with her face. The situation did not lend itself to her kneeling, so she just squatted down and began by kissing the head of my cock. She ran her tongue around it in circles, and then began working it into her mouth. The head soon disappeared between her lips, and she worked her way up my cock until it was totally engulfed in her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down as she furiously sucked me off. She was giving me incredible head, and I was enjoying every second of it. I could feel I was about to cum, and I think she must have known it. She briefly took my cock out of her mouth just as a bead of pre-cum started to show. She smiled, licked it off with her tongue, and then went down on me even more enthusiastically than she had previously, if that is even possible. In less than another minute, my cum spewed into her mouth. She took every drop of it, and just kept on sucking and licking.

I felt myself starting to get soft, but that just seemed to motivate her to suck and lick even harder! She licked up one side of my cock and down the other. She would grab the head lightly in her teeth, and then send the tip of her tongue probing into the hole of my cock. I reached down and took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them and pulling them until they were once again as hard as rock. She moaned with delight!

I felt a fresh erection coming on, and my cock began to creep back down her throat. I never really got completely soft, and it was an incredible experience to have a blow job that just kept on going until I once again became fully erect. She seemed satisfied with her work, so she stood up, put her hands on my shoulders and jumped, wrapping her legs around me. She lowered herself down onto me, impaling herself on my cock. I wrapped my arms around her, and just hung on as she wildly rode up and down on my swollen dick. She came twice.

She climbed down from me, grabbed me by the cock, and pulled me over to a nearby tree. She turned her back towards me, leaned over, and braced herself against it. I came up behind her, my still engorged cock between her thighs. I gently ran my hands over her ass, and even briefly let my finger tips dance across her anus. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them hard, making her gasp. She reached up between her legs, grabbed my cock, and pulled me to her cunt.

I needed no further invitation. She was dripping wet with cum, so there was no need to ease my way into her. I drove all the way into her cunt with one thrust, and she gasped as I filled her up. I began thrusting in and out relentlessly, and there was soon a comfortable, albeit frantic, rhythm between us. I held onto her hips with both hands, driving myself into her as far and as hard as I could. She bucked up against me, and was obviously nearly delirious with pleasure.

I felt a slight hesitation, a rise in her hips, a quick exhale, and then a loud groan indicating that she was cumming, and cumming hard. She had three orgasms in as many minutes, and she was moaning almost constantly. “Harder,” she urged. I obliged, but before she could cum again, by cock swelled and lengthened just enough for her to wince, and I shot a huge load of cum into her wanton cunt!

We were both out of breath and thoroughly spent. I soon softened, and my cock plopped noisily from her wet snatch, and she turned around and smiled at me. Bending over, she gave my cock a light kiss on the head, and then tromped back over to the stream where I had first, by chance, encountered her. I followed, and we were soon washing each other with only the icy water and our bare hands. I washed every square inch of her body, slowly and carefully, hoping that somehow my hands would retain the memory of that incredible woman!

We dried off in the sun, and then got dressed and went our separate ways. I watched her for a while, and noticed that she handled her fly rod well, picking up a trout on about her third cast. She unhooked it, and released it back into the stream that had been our meeting place. I turned around and headed back down the trail to where I had parked the pickup. After that incredible afternoon, I figured any other catch would be anticlimactic, so I did not bother to stop at any of the holes I saw on the way downstream. None of those holes could ever have matched hers anyway!

It was certainly a fishing trip I would not soon forget, and upon which I could never hope to improve. I drove back to my campsite and fell fast asleep with the image of this lovely woman on my mind.

I had never even asked her name.

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Ben Galloway is an amateur writer who loves women.

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