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   Summer Fishing by Megan

   It has been just over six months now, but the memory is still freshly
impregnated in my mind's eye.  I can close my eyelids and see her image
quite vividly: her long brown hair, slight but athletic frame and oh, that
small but perfectly shaped breast.  Wait a minute, I am getting ahead of
myself, let me start at the beginning.

   It had been a long very hot humid day in week of seemingly unending
errors and problems.  Finally I had enough and had made the decision to
take off after work and do some fishing.  I just needed to get away from it
all.  So after work I traded my three piece suit in for some levis and a
t-shirt, fishing tackle, and lets not forget my two prized cuban cigars
(saved for just such an occasion) and cooler of beer.

   By 4:30PM I had arrived at my favorite fishing spot located not to far
from Damriscotta, Maine.  With about five hours of daylight remaining I was
looking forward to a pleasant evening of peace and tranquillity, a good
cigar, a few cans of beer, and a couple of bass.  What more could any man
ask for?

   The spot is a small pond off of Sherman Lake.  Where I go, although only
a couple miles from U.  S.  Route 1 (as the crow flies) is almost unknown
and quite inaccessible except by four wheel drive vehicle.  It's a nice
spot offering a rock ledge overlooking a good size pond that is well
stocked with bass and brown trout.  The ledge area is surrounded by large
trees and almost invisible from the access road.  Once inside, its cool,
shady, flat and in the evening the sun is to your back.  Quite simply, a
fisherman's delight.  No kids, noise, cars, or interruptions just a simple
opportunity to enjoy true tranquillity..

   I settled down on the ledge and began fishing rubber worms and sipping
ice cold Molson's Golden Ale.  The evening was cooling down and I lit up
one of my two prized cuban cigars.  The pungent aroma of my prized cuban
was just filling the air when I heard a rustling in the trees followed by a
scrapping sound.  Then an audible release of air, a loud "shit" and out
stumbling through the underbrush was a quite angry, flushed and attractive
young lady.  Oh, I didn't know anyone was here, she said.  Smiling through
the cigar smoke, I asked her if she was lost.  No, she said, a friend had
told her about a special spot on the pond and she had been looking for it
for about two hours.  I couldn't help noticing some tears welling up in the
corner of her bright intelligent brown eyes and asked her if she was ok. 
She told me she thought she had scratched her neck.  I stood up and walked
over to take a look, and sure enough on her right side, almost three
quarters down her neck and towards the back there was a three inch thorn
and it had penetrated a good half inch of so into her flesh.

   I told her firmly to set down which she quietly did: as her butt hit the
ground I slapped her hard on the thigh with my right hand while deftly
removing the thorn with my left.  She was so startled by the slap she
didn't even realize I had removed the thorn., which I proudly presented to
her.  She looked faint, and I gently put my arm around her shoulder to
support her when I noticed a small spurt of blood coming from her wound. 
Without thinking I leaned over and gently sucked at her neck, it was at
this moment that I became fully cognizant of her femininity, frailties and
yes her scent.  Startled, with my quick sexual arousal, I bent over and
picked up some ice out of the cooler and applied it to her neck.  Our faces
were mere inches from each other, as she looked deep into my eyes and said
"thank you, you are a very nice man".

   I got up and moved safely over to my fishing perch suddenly very
conscious that this young woman was young enough to be my daughter and my
thoughts were not exactly father like.  I sipped my beer and gazed at her,
when she asked if she could have a beer.  "Well, I said, it depends on how
old you are." "I'll have you know, she said, I am twenty, three months
ago." I responded, " Well in that case little lady, have a Molson's on me".
I handed her the beer and watched as she eagerly gulped down hew first
swigs of the beer.  I could tell by her expression that it was not a new
experience for her.  I picked up my cigar, relit it, sat back and drank in
the entire scene, the woods, water, our little ledge, and this very
sexually alluring young lady sitting next to me sipping one my cold beers.

   I was about to pick up my rod and cast when she asked if she could try
it.  What , I said, my fishing rod, no she responded with a giggle, your
cigar.  My cigar?  Yes, I don't smoke, but could I try it.  I said, well I
don't smoke either, really smoke, I just like an occasional cigar.  Sure,
by the way what's your name?  Leslie she said, and yours.  My name is Paul,
and you must remember that this cigar is a cuban cigar.  One of the best in
the world, but even with that, don't inhale it.  Very few people actually
inhale a cigar.  I handed her the freshly lit cigar that she quickly
brought to her lips and attempted to puff on it.  It was quite comical, the
cigar was all of nine inches long and about inch and half in diameter.  In
Leslie's small hand it looked much larger.  Finally, with some coaxing she
put the cigar in her mouth and took a good puff.  Leslie played with the
cigar for three or four minutes sticking it in her mouth, puffin on it and
giggling.  Finally she handed me the cigar back accompanied with some mild
coughing.

   I began to fish and Leslie prowled around the ledge checking it out
while I was for the first time really examining her.  She was about 5'6" or
5'8" with long brown hair, a fair complexion and deep brown eyes.  Not a
beautiful woman in the classic sense, but certainly she was attractive and
quite graceful.  She wore cutoff jeans with boat shoes and a short sleeve
cotton tight fitting type of jersey.  The cutoffs were quit short and when
setting indian style on the ground her panties were slightly visible. 
Leslie wore no bra, her breasts were modest, small, but quite round, firm
and her nipples quite pert.  All in all I was getting quite a visual treat
and enjoying myself and actually doing nothing but fishing and watching.

   Leslie was walking around the edge of the ledge on the far side
exploring as I kept up the conversation, mostly talking about the bass here
that I had caught and what a quiet and serene place I felt it to be. 
Suddenly, there was a splash , and she was gone having tumbled into the
water.  I started to laugh as I got up to give her a hand when she started
yelling for help.  The tone of her voice conveyed her real fear and I ran
over to the ledge.  Leslie was about six feet out from the ledge and the
water was quite deep.  She went under yelling that she did not know how to
swim, without thinking I jumped in to get her.  I came up right next to
where she had been, but she was gone, under the water.  I dived down and
saw her clearly in the water about five feet below me.  I grabbed her arm,
pulled up above the water and made our way over to the ledge.  She was
quiet, very quiet, and my heart began to pound with fear.  I couldn't
believe such a stupid accident could be so serious.  I struggled to get up
the ledge, but getting up the ledge with a lifeless body was a lot more
difficult than jumping in.

   We made it, I laid her on her back on the ground and put my ear to her
face and chest trying to identify if her heart was beating and if she was
breathing.  I couldn't tell, so I turned her over and began to apply
pressure to her back and pulling back her arms.  Then I realized I was
applying artificial respiration the old way, and turned her over.  I began
to apply CPR and after just a few seconds she began to cough and spit up
water that she had swallowed.  In just a minute or two, she sits up, looked
at me, and said, "What a rush".  "Rush, I said, you got to be fucking
kidding, you scared the shit out of me." She just looked at me with a goofy
dumb look, like it never occurred to her that I would be upset over the
event.  I was so angry that I was trembling, I don 't know why, maybe just
the idea of how close we had come to tragedy.  I walked over to my fishing
perch sat down and grabbed another Molson's.  Leslie followed me, like a
drowned puppy and asked if she to could have another beer.  I nodded.

   I sat, she stood about five feet from me, and we proceeded to stare at
each other and drink in silence for about five minutes.  Leslie then
quietly set her beer down on the ground, reached up and in one smooth
graceful move removed her shirt.  Without pausing, she unbuttoned her
cutoffs, stepped out of them and then peeled her wet panties off.  She
picked up her articles of clothing and laid them out on the rocks to dry.
Leslie walked backed stopping directly in front of me.  She picked up her
beer, took a drink, smiled, and said, "What do you think?" Leslie, I said,
I think you are very beautiful, very sexy, but not very smart: You
shouldn't be taking your clothes off and posing nude in front of man you
hardly know out in the woods.  In my book, little girl , that's not to
smart.  Oh, I think so she responded, I think I am quite safe, remarked
Leslie.  How's that, I said.  Leslie went on to explain that she doubted
that the man who saved her would hurt her.

   I looked at her perplexed, I was full of different conflicting emotions.
On one hand I was feeling quite paternal towards her, on the other, I was
very sexually turned on by this beautiful taunt young woman standing before
me.  I stood up and looked deep into her eyes, it was as if I was being
drawn towards her by a huge magnet, I leaned forward, and very slowly just
brushed my lips across hers.  I could feel her breathing, and was
intoxicated with her youth and beauty.  She parted her lips and gently
flicked my lips with her tongue.  Slowly, gently as if I was handling a
precious vase I cupped my hands around her cheeks and kissed her deeply.  I
was almost overcome with her intensity and heat as she responded with
eagerness and unabashed glee.

   For what seem a small eternity we simply kissed and gradually moved
closer together, until I could feel her young breast and hard pink nipples
pushing against my chest.  With agonizing slowness I slowly moved my hands
down her side and back until my hands firmly clasped her ass cheeks.  Then
I began to kiss my way down her neck around her beautiful firm breast and
down her tight tummy.  I feel to my knees as she parted her legs and I
could feel her wetness.  Gently I laid her down and with agonizing slowness
I began to lick, kiss and lightly flick with my tongue the doorway to her
young tight and very hot pussy.  For what seem like hours I kissed, probed
as she rocked and moaned to the administrations of my literate tongue. 
Finally, after an intense orgasm that lasted at least 10 minutes she begged
me to stop, I looked up at her with her hot juices dripping from my chin,
she smiled and called to me.  She kissed me hard and licked her wetness
from my face.

   Gently, she reached downed and unbuttoned by my trousers and with my
help my pants and underwear quickly disappeared.  Tentaively, almost shyly,
she stroked and then kissed my cock.  I was terribly afraid of climaxing to
fast., and delayed her intentions by kissing her and stroking her breast.
Yet with a surprising persistence she urged me to roll over on my back. 
Then, slowly she lowered herself down on my cock.  Inch by inch I could
feel the incredible heat, warmth and wetness of her sex capsulate my own.
She played with, varying the speed and tempo of her movements to first
bring me to the edge, and the to back off.  Finally, she stepped up and off
of me only to turn around on her knees and began to administer to me with
her mouth.  She rolled my cock head within her mouth and then slowly
engulfed my entire cock.  As my pelvic movements seemed to involuntarily
pick up, she adjusted and in one quick moment of intense release I came. 
She continued to suck and lick my cock and then looked up at me, as if for
reassurance.  Leslie, I said, come her, and she gently lay down by my side.
For several moments we just luxuriated in the comfort of our sated sexual
urges.  Then she stood up and said she had to go.  Wait, I said, will I
ever see you again?  She paused, then smiled and said next summer, on the
fourth of July weekend, I will meet you about 5:00 PM., OK?  Sure, I said,
knowing that I would probably never see her again.