The Fishing Trip

Lisa looked at Terry with a grin and replied. "Jealousy is so sweet, especially from you, Taffy. I had to borrow one of my mom's old suits because mine was way too small. How do you like the new developments?" she asked as she shook her shoulders.

Taffy took a quick step back. "Be careful girlfriend, you could hurt someone if those straps broke. That's two new developments all right, Dallas and Fort Worth." She finished with a grin. "I guess I need to go ahead and get it over with, other wise you two will have time to think up some silly remarks."

With that, she took off the top to the running suit. There was nothing wrong with her breasts; in fact I liked them better. I never was a tit man; I always liked the part that went over the fence last best. Yes, I admit it; I'm an ass and leg man from way back. I'm told it's from my lack of breast-feeding as a baby. What can I say or should I for that matter.

When Taffy kicked off her sneakers and stripped off the bottoms of her suit I fell in lust. She had the cutest ass I've seen in a long time, pointed right at me as she bend to get the elastic cuff off over her feet. The small thong bikini bottom left both cheeks totally nude. I was in hog heaven. The view between her slightly parted thighs as she picked up one foot then the other was the stuff wet dreams are made of. That little sting only cover about a third of her little puckered asshole and a pair of fat little pussy lips were in plain view. I had to be dreaming, I know I was drooling.

She straightened up and tossed the pants onto the seat next to her. Then she made an adjustment to the suit that I couldn't see. She made a slow spinning turn before she asked the other two girls. "Well, what do you think of my new suit? I got it last week but this is the first time I've had a chance to wear it."

Lisa looked a Taffy for a long moment then asked. "Your mom let you buy that? Mine would have a cat and three kittens if I even looked at one of those."

Terry said. "What suit? Three, three inch by four inch pieces of material and some dental floss don't make a bathing suit."

Taffy laughed. "Yes it does, if my mom doesn't know I have it. Hey, I'll be twenty one in three months; I live on my own at school, I can wear anything I want. Of course I'm not stupid enough to wear this in front of my parents. They'd both beat me and lock me in a closet until I was at least thirty. Hey, Uncle Bob, what do you think of this bikini?"

She turned around in a circle again to give me the full view. I looked her over slowly then said. "Well, you see my opinion doesn't count for two reasons. One I'm an old lecherous bachelor and two; I'm not your father. Thank God for that."

"See, Uncle Bob approves." she said turning back to her two friends. "Although I think I've been raped at least twice since I took my pants off. That's what I get for taking my clothes off in public. It's also the effect I want it to have on the guys at school. If I can grab Uncle Bob's total attention, I'll kill the boys back home."

"Hey, wait a damn minute, I may be older, but I'm not dead or senile. Young lady it will surprise you one day what older men know and do, that these young studs you're chasing don't have a clue about. Experience and treachery will beat youth and enthusiasm every time. That is if we ever get a chance. That's one of life's little problems. By the time you get enough experience to know what you like and how to get it, everyone thinks you over the hill and out of the game. Let me clue you on these young macho punks running around out there, I used to be one of them, so I should know. Most are out to see how many notches they can put on the bedpost and what lie they can tell their friends if they don't. The only one they're out for is themselves. They haven't learned that a relationship is a partnership not a master, slave ego match." I paused for a moment, realizing who I was talking to. As usual I'd treated a kid as an adult and gave them unwanted advice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to give a lecture but I like you ladies and I'd hate to see anything bad or unhappy happen to you. I'm just talking with the voice of time and hard knocks. I'll shut up and fish."

"No need to be sorry. Speaking for myself I appreciate any information or advice that comes from someone who cares. I may not take the advice or use the information but I do think about it. You do seem to care about us; at least you're spending time with us and putting up with our BS better than most people." Terry said after a moments thought.

"Yeah, Uncle Bob we think it's great that you care enough to worry about us." Lisa added.

"Uncle Bob, I don't think of you as old or anything, you've always been fun to be around. I just meant that you have more experience and control than the younger guys we hang out with. We understand the stud, macho kind of guys you're talking about, but there are a few good ones out there. Sometimes they're hard to see or find among the crowd but they're there. Thanks for caring." Taffy said then walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

Terry yelled. "Fish on, whose turn is it? Taffy, I think it's you."

As Taffy grabbed the rod and yanked hard, her elbow caught Lisa right in the left Boob. Things were back to normal as the barbed wits begin to fly once more. This was a larger fish; about ten pounds, so I got up to help with the net and removing the hook. Everyone had to crowd around to watch. God, I hope these young kids don't know what kind of effect they're having on me.

We finished that drift and reeled up to make another pass but as it was noon or there about; I decided to head over by the island for lunch. This time I didn't run as fast but it still put goose bumps on bare flesh. Lisa and Terry had both shed their bottoms and joined Taffy in the bikini club. Although Taffy was way ahead in the skin department, Terry was catching up fast. She had pulled the material in the back of the suit together and up into the crack of her beautiful round ass, then rolled the waistband down several inches. The effect was much the same as Taffy's bikini bottom but Terry has more ass to show. Lisa tried to do the same thing with her suit but the velveteen was too thick and bulky, so she pulled it up as far as she could and rolled it down until a little hair showed over the top. I finally made a comment about the ultimate bikini being two Band-Aids and a cork. They thought that was hilarious.

There's a small sheltered cove on the backside of the island with water deep enough for me to ease the big pontoon barge up to the sand beach. Once out of the light breeze, that had been blowing all morning, it was rather warm in the sun. I brought out the bag of ham sandwiches and chips I had stowed under the console earlier and sat them on the table.

"Well, ladies, lunch is served. It ain't much but it's all I brought. There are cokes in the cooler and since you're not twenty one, stay out of the beer. I'll be right back, nature calls; too much coffee is not good. It's almost as bad as beer." I grabbed one of the anchors off the bow deck and tossed it onto the beach. After tying it off, I headed for the small grove of trees that sheltered the bay from the wind.

When I returned the girls were sprawled out on the front seats eating their sandwiches and drinking cokes. I snagged me one and sat at the table and opened a beer. That's when I noticed that Terry was sipping on a beer. "Hey, I said no beer."

She grinned and replied. "No, you said, no beer for the ones under twenty one. Well as of three weeks ago I'm legal. Anyway it's not one of yours; I brought a couple of my own."

I had to grin, I never could tell a woman's age, especially the young ones. "Well, Terry's twenty one, Taffy is twenty, and how old are you Lisa?"

"I'm the baby of the group; I'm ten days younger than Taffy. How old are you, Uncle Bob?"

"Well, let's just say I just celebrated my twenty first birthday." I paused for a moment then went on. "For the twenty second time."

The girls laughed and Taffy said. "That a weird way of saying your age but I get the point." she thought a moment then continued. "That makes you one of those older men you mentioned earlier. Just what do older men know and do that the young guys don't know about?"

At this question I nearly choked on the last bite of my sandwich. "You sure know how to put a guy on the spot, don't you?" I said as the other two girls laughed. "I'm not sure if answering that question would embarrass me or incriminate me. I think it's best if I just let it pass."

This brought a loud round of complaints from the girls.

"Ok, ok, let me see if I can put this delicately. Let's just say that wham bam thank you Mam will get you what you want once. But the older man has learned if he's smart, that if you please a woman as much as you can before worrying about yourself, then you'll get many more return engagements, so to speak." I thought hard for a moment then said. "It's a matter of priorities and experience. Put the lady first and use everything you've learned about the art of love. I mean, make love not the F word. I guess that's probably the biggest difference right there."

I expected the girls to laugh at me but they didn't. In fact they didn't say anything for quite a few minutes. Then Terry said softly. "Makes sense to me."

Taffy looked at Lisa and grinned. "Ask a question, but don't be surprised if you get an answer. I like that, now I know where everything has been wrong before. Thanks Uncle Bob, I was being a smart ass when I asked but I'm glad you gave us an answer."

"Hey Uncle Bob, are we going back fishing right now or we going to hang around here for a while?" Lisa asked.

"Doesn't matter to me. What do you girls want to do?"

"Can we go look this island over?" She asked.

"Sure. There's not much here but trees and rocks. Just watch out for snakes, I've seen several over the years. They like the warm rocks this time of year, so be careful." I added.

"You two go ahead. I'm going to get a blanket and lay on the beach for a while, the sun feels great." Taffy told Lisa and Terry.

As the two girls hopped to the sand and headed out to explore, I got up from the seat I was in and opened it up to get a blanket for Taffy. "Uncle Bob, Did you bring a bathing suit with you?"

"No, I gave up my Speedo years ago." I said with a laugh.

"I bet you looked good in one. The girls probably fell all over themselves trying to get to you." She said.

"Yeah, right. I was tall, skinny, shy, and clumsy as hell. Just every girl's wet dream." I replied.

"That's all changed now, right?" she asked.

"Oh, sure. Now I'm tall, fat, and clumsy. I did get over being shy." I laughed.

"Come on and get some sun with me. We can talk until they get back. I like talking to you; you don't talk down to me like most older people. I have above average intelligence and am more mature than I look. Most people just see the kid on the outside but not the person inside. It's a bummer." she said as she took the blanket and tucked it under her arm. "Grab yourself another beer and come on, please." She half pleaded as she turned to walk away.

What the hell, a little sun couldn't hurt my neon tan. Anyway a little vitamin C was supposed to be good for a fellow. I snagged another beer and kicked off my deck shoes, before walking to the bow and jumping down to the warm damp sand. I stood there a moment watching Taffy walk across the sand and spread the blanket out. Quite a sight I must say. Ninety five percent of her was bare and that was more erotic than if she had been totally nude. As she bent to straighten the edge of the blanket her cute little ass winked at me again. She went around to the far side and did the same thing over there. Her breasts were not small by any means. A nice thirty four or thirty-six C. Just right for her frame and build. That body would hurt most men and make them like it.

To distract my dirty mind and the distinct throb in the front of my jeans, I turned to look around the woods and rocks to see if I could see Lisa or Terry. The sun was hot on my dark blue sweatshirt, so I sat my beer down and pulled it off over my head. As I hung it over the rail of the boat, I rolled and worked the muscles of my upper back and shoulders. I hadn't realized how tense I was. As I rubbed by shoulders and neck, I felt there was still a bit of muscle under the skin. I glance down at the inch or so of spare tire hanging over the top of my Levies and thought for the thousandth time I needed to do something about that. All in all, I was in better shape than most guys my age, although that ain't saying much.

I heard a faint voice to my left front. After a second or so of searching, I saw the two girls high up on the top a large rock. They waved and I waved back. They turned and moved across the rock and out of sight. I had to shake my head, here they were in my care, and they decide to go rock climbing. If they got hurt someone would kill me. I thought about going after them, and then tried to figure out how I was going to get up there. Again I shook my head and wandered over toward the blanket.

Taffy was laid out on her back with her hands under her head. God, I was getting to be a dirty, lecherous old man. I'd forgotten my beer and had to back track to get it. When I turned back, she had spread her feet about two feet apart. The vee of her legs drew my gaze directly to the small patch of cloth trying to cover her sex. It barely covered her mound and the tiny string was lost in the fat folds of her lower lips. The thought that I could eat that literally for hours, stumbled across my mind as the throb in my jeans became a swelling bulge. The thought that I didn't need to be any closer to her zipped through my mind. Then again, I had said I'd come sit with her, I rationalized. Down boy, down.

I sat down on the blanket and stared out past the point at the lake. I took a sip of my beer as I realized there wasn't a hair showing anywhere around that small piece of cloth, she called a bikini. Was she completely shaved or was there a small patch of blond curls under the cloth. Hold on old son, that was the way to insanity at the very least. I needed to get these girls home and myself back where I belonged before I became a much bigger fool than I already was.

I decided that when Terry and Lisa returned, I'd remember something important I had to do back in town. Wait a minute that's how I got into this in the first place. By not being able to make up a reasonable excuse why I couldn't take them fishing. What made me think I could do so now?

About then I heard Terry yell from up the beach. "Hey, guys, come see what we found."

I looked up to see her running toward us. Well, I won my bet, only it paid double as first one breast popped out of the undersized top, then the other one. Terry didn't even slow down, I don't think she really noticed until Taffy sat up and started to laugh and point. "Are we going topless now?" Taffy yelled.

Terry skidded to a stop and spun around, frantically trying to cover up without falling down. She stood there for several seconds mumbling something about. "This damn small ass top." she had untied the string in the back and was trying to get everything stuffed back in place and the string retied, but wasn't having too much luck. She bent forward and tried a second time before standing back up and throwing the top at Taffy. "The hell with it. Bob's already seen all there is to see and I'm sure he knows what boobs are all about. Right? And you guy's have got your own so the hell with it. I'm tired of fighting with the damn thing."

Taffy was rolling with laughter and I had a big grin on my face as I asked. "Do you really eat with that potty mouth or are you a sailor in disguise. Although I think the disguise is falling apart." then I laughed.

Taffy crawled over and retrieved the top and got to her feet. Again her beautiful ass and pussy lips were displayed to perfection. She tossed it back to Terry and said. "You'd better stick it in the string of your bottoms; someone else may decide to visit the island. Family shows should be kept in the family, so to speak." She turned and looked down at me. "Do you mind if I loose mine, Uncle Bob. I didn't want tan lines on my breasts anyway."

"Taffy, you girls can dress any way you want as long as no one else shows up and this doesn't get back to your folks. I just want to remind you that I am a dirty old man even if I'm still working on the age, and I'm going to look at what you show. All three of you are beautiful young ladies and I'm a human male and there's no dirt on my face yet, so I'm going to look and enjoy."

Taffy laughed and replied. "Uncle Bob, You've already been looking. I've even seen you drool several times. Of course, we're going to tease you because we can. At least I know I have." She laughed again as she removed the small top to her bikini and shook her firm breasts to emphasize her point.

Terry giggled and said. "Let me snag a beer and we can go see what Lisa and I found. It's a big fish, the biggest one I've ever seen. It's lying on the shore around the point in some rocks. Lisa says it's some kind of Bass." She climbed up to the deck of the boat and returned with two beers, handing me one.

I followed the girls across the beach and up the slope toward the tree line. Terry leading the way, still had the material of her bikini bottom pulled up tight into the crack of her lovely ass, so I had two sets of bare buns to watch. We moved slowly between the trees and between several large rocks before we came out onto a long narrow point. Lisa was kneeling on the wet sand, leaning over a small rock ledge. She looked up as we approached and did a double take on her two friends.

With a quick look at me she asked. "We're going native I take it?"

As Taffy and Terry explained to her what had happened to Terry's top, I took a closer look at the fish the girls had found. When Lisa had been brought up to date, I said. "Ladies if this thing was alive and you'd caught it on a rod and reel; you'd have a new lake record for Stripped Bass. I figure this one would've weighted around fifty to fifty-five pounds on the hoof. It probably got in to close to these rocks chasing shad and got hung up. I'd always figured there were some large Strippers in this lake but this one's at least twenty to twenty five pounds over the record."

"This thing makes our catfish look like bait." Lisa added. "I wonder what it would be like to hook one like him."

Terry asked her. "Do you have your water skis with you?" and everyone laughed.

Taffy looked at me and asked. "How do you catch one of these?"

"Well, basically the same way we've been catching the catfish but with a bigger rod and a much bigger bait. They hang out along the drop-off points along the river channel and you can sometimes see them on the depth finder if you know what to look for." I answered.

"Can we try to catch one, Uncle Bob?" Lisa asked.

I looked up at her, she was serious. "Not today, the rods we have are too small and so is the bait. Anyway the bait needs to be alive and shad are hard to keep that way. Your Grandfather's boats not set up for it. Anyway next month will be a better time as the spawning run will be starting."

Lisa looked at the other two girls and said. "What do you think? Can we make it back up here next month for a weekend? There's spring break, which would give us a week to fish."

The other two girls looked at each other as if to say they could think of better places to go on spring break. "Please, please, please." Lisa pleaded.

Terry shrugged and Taffy said. "Well, it's been a long time since we checked out the guy's around here. Anyway, we'll blow a bunch of people's minds when they ask where we were over the break. The girls won't believe us and the guys will be duly impressed." She finished with a laugh.