Casting Lessons

"You're holding the rod like it owes you money."

Maya's voice cut through the late afternoon heat, and I felt my grip loosen instinctively. She stood at the edge of the dock, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. The sun caught the auburn streaks in her dark hair, and her tank top clung to her in a way that made me forget I was here to fish at all.

"Relax your wrist. You're not wrestling a bear."

I laughed, trying to play it cool. "It's been a while since I had an instructor."

"Clearly." She stepped closer, close enough that I caught her scent — sunscreen and something floral. Her husband, Mark, was my neighbor back in the city, but he'd been gone all weekend. She'd invited me up to the lake house to "help with the boat." The boat had been fine. We both knew that.

"Here." She moved behind me, her front pressing against my back, her hands sliding over mine on the rod. "You grip it like this. Firm, but not tight. Let it breathe."

Her breath was warm against my ear, and I felt my cock stir against my shorts. She had to feel it too, the way her hip brushed against my ass.

"Like this?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.

"Mmm." She adjusted my fingers, her touch deliberate. "Better. Now when you cast, you want to use your whole body. Not just your arm."

Her hand slid down my forearm, then over my hip, guiding my stance. Her fingers lingered on the waistband of my shorts.

"Show me," I said.

She laughed, low and throaty. "You want me to show you?"

"Please."

She stepped back, and I turned to watch her. She raised the rod, and I watched her body move — the flex of her shoulders, the curve of her ass in those shorts. She cast, the line arcing beautifully into the water.

"See? Smooth."

"I saw something else."

She grinned, dropping the rod on the dock. "Let's see what else you've learned."

She was on me before I could think, her mouth crashing into mine, her hands fisting in my shirt. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me, and she moaned into my mouth when she felt how hard I was.

"Mark's not coming back till Monday," she breathed against my lips.

"Good."

I walked her backward until her back hit the wooden post of the dock. My hands found the hem of her tank top, pulling it up. She raised her arms, letting me strip it off, and I stared at her tits — full, tan-lined, her nipples already hard. I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard.

"Fuck," she gasped, her fingers threading through my hair.

I worked my way down her body, unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them off along with her panties. She was already wet — I could see it glistening on her thighs. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue up her slit, and she bucked against my mouth.

"God, yes. Right there."

I licked her clit, slow circles, then faster, until her thighs were shaking. She grabbed my head, grinding against my face, and I let her — I wanted to taste every drop of her.

"I need you inside me," she panted. "Now."

I stood up, fumbling with my shorts. She helped, pushing them down, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. "Jesus," she whispered. "That's a handful."

She positioned me at her entrance, and I pushed in — slow, then all the way. She was so tight, so wet, and she moaned as I bottomed out.

"Fuck, yes. That's it."

I fucked her against that post, my hands on her hips, her legs wrapped around me. The dock creaked under us, water lapping below. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

"Harder. Please."

I gave her harder. I slammed into her, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back. She was close — I could feel her tightening around me.

"Cum with me," I growled.

She nodded, biting her lip, and I reached between us, rubbing her clit. She came with a sharp cry, her whole body clenching around me, and that pushed me over the edge. I buried my face in her neck and came inside her, hot and deep, my hips stuttering.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. Then she laughed, a breathless, light sound.

"I think you need more lessons," she said.

I grinned, pulling out slowly. "I'm a fast learner."

She picked up her tank top, not bothering to put it on. "Good. Because I've got a whole curriculum planned."

We both laughed, and I pulled her into another kiss, salty and warm. The sun was lower now, and the lake was gold. I didn't need to be told what was next — I was ready for round two.