I don’t like fishing, but I love the woods, so every month we hit our favorite camping spot by the river.
Cute couple in the next spot come over with coffee and lend a hand getting us settled. The boys immediately talk rods and reels, while she and I share a look and huddle to ourselves. Ever eager, they grab their gear and head for the water.
We know we’ve made our catch already, kissing with adamant heat. She lounges back as I shimmy down her shorts and kneel between her legs.
Sweet and clean, there’s nothing fishy about her.