I couldn't wait to get out of work. It was Thursday afternoon and I had a terrific weekend planned.
Working the 9/80 schedule is a huge benefit. I work 80 hours in nine days instead of the usual 10, leaving me a three-day weekend every other weekend. It felt like a mini-vacation. Generally, I used that time to relax and just be by myself for a while. Sometimes, though, I took advantage of the longer weekend to get out and away from the world.
This weekend, I was going fishing. I've loved fishing since I was a little kid. I caught my first fish when I was three. I learned the art of fly fishing when I was a young teen and rarely went back to bait fishing. I still used lures from time to time, but there just wasn't enough excitement in bait fishing any more. My gear was all packed up and ready to go out in my car. My fishing license was securely stored in my wallet. My heart and mind were already in the hills on the river.
As soon as the clock showed 5:30 p.m., I stood up, grabbed my things and walked out the door, wishing my coworkers a good weekend as I went. Less than half an hour later, I was on the freeway, headed out of town. I knew I wasn't going to get to the fishing area until well after dark, but having been there numerous times in the past, I was comfortable with setting up camp at night. The whole drive up there, my mind was thinking through the various fishing holes I preferred and how best to fish them.
Of course, my mind came back to Eleanor. I can't take credit for giving her that name. That has to go to Jerry Bruckheimer and his movie, Gone in 60 Seconds, in which Nicholas Cage had tried to steal a Shelby GT500 several times and always had something go wrong. The car was elusive, leaving him always wishing. My Eleanor was a large, brown trout that lived in a certain calm stretch of the river. She would often come out and look at the flies I offered, but almost never struck. Once, she darted out of her concealment and grabbed at the fly, but had spit it out so quickly and had surprised me so much that the fact that I needed to set the hook didn't even register until she was laughing at me from under her cover.
One of these days, I was going to catch Eleanor.
Pulling into the campground at 8:30, I noticed that it was moderately full. I could see some of the trailers that I usually see as well as some larger tents, quite likely holding families out for an extended weekend. There were a few, single tents that likely only held individuals. I wondered how many of them were going to be competing with me for the best fishing spots.
Setting up camp is easy if it's just you. There are some benefits to sharing the work when you're with others, but being able to move at your own pace and knowing just what is set up how and where is kind of comforting. I got the campsite set up the way I like and was just sitting down in my folding chair when I heard a strange noise out in the woods. I held still and listened, trying to decipher just what it was.
It didn't take long for me to decide that it was definitely not a natural sound. It had to be man-made. Those sounds just don't occur out in these woods. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to investigate. I took a flashlight, just in case, and wandered out into the woods, headed towards the sound. I left the light off, figuring that it might alert someone to my presence and trusting to my night vision and the light of the quarter moon to help me get safely through the area.
The sounds continued and my mind started to try to piece together just what I was hearing. It sounded female, but whether they were sounds of pleasure or pain were tough to tell. Rounding a boulder, I heard quite clearly that the sound was that of pleasure and could tell it was coming from just ahead of me.
We were on a small hill, looking down over a little valley through which the main river meandered. This was one of the favored fishing locations for the large number of pools and fat fish. It was a really pretty valley. Often, I would sit just where the couple was sitting to watch the valley and let my mind slough off the extra build-up that comes from working in the city.
Obviously, this couple had more on their minds than working in the city.
He was sitting on the ground, leaning back against a tree, and she was straddling his legs and was bouncing up and down, obviously enjoying the feel of his hard cock inside of her. The sounds of their union reached me and I knew she was very excited. The wet slurping sound of a highly aroused pussy being filled time and again by an erection is unmistakable. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and she was crying out with each impaling thrust. Her top was on the ground next to them and her man was taking full advantage of her bared chest. Her nipples appeared fully erect and were being teased by his mouth and hand. She seemed to love the attention her breasts were getting almost as much as she did the cock on which she rode. She had her hands around his head, pulling him tightly against her, urging him to suck harder.
Before long, her breathing quickened and she threw her head back, calling out in a long, even call of the wild. It was obvious that it was an amazing orgasm. Her body fairly shown in the light of the moon, her nipples glistening from the moisture caused by his sucking. Her blond hair fell back from her head, quivering as her body tensed in pleasure.
Her lover joined her in orgasmic bliss. His body tightened and he grabbed her body hard. He pulled her down against him and I could sense his pulsing against her, his voice calling out to join hers as he was pumping his seed into her.
After a short while, she sat up and pulled against him, kissing him deeply. Their sounds had diminished and they seemed to revel in the joy of their union under the stars.
Coming to my senses, I rearranged my now very stiff erection within my shorts for comfort and started to back away. I took one last look at the valley, recognizing that it was, indeed, a wonderful place to participate in such activities, and worked my way back to the campsite. My mental images were filled with how lovely the blonde looked and how exciting it was to hear her sex sounds. I started to feel rather lonely, wishing I had some female companionship on my trip and tried to console myself with the fact that I could do things as I wanted and that I was going to be able to try for Eleanor again in the morning.
Sleep was slow in coming, my mind refusing to give up the replay of the scene I'd witnessed at the valley. In the morning, I awoke with a full erection and feelings of desire. While still half asleep, my hand drifted down to caress my cock. I used my fingers in just the right way, causing the sensations I knew were there to increase. I held my cock near the base, my fingers reaching down between my balls to rub the bulge of my penis there. I ran those fingers in circles, enjoying that feeling deep at the base, then slid my hand up along the length of my erection, encircling it with my fingers, applying just the right pressure to feel most pleasurable. I made short motions near the top, my head sliding just in and out of the edge of my fist, then moving my hand down my cock to the base again. My mind was filled with ideas of the blonde in the throes of orgasm. It didn't take long before I could feel the first intense feelings of orgasm building inside of me. As those feelings grew, I increased the pace with which I stroked myself, until I was beyond the point of no return. With my other hand, I reached over and grabbed a kleenex and held it under my cock as the first blast of orgasm shot from me. My eyes closed and I groaned with the release. Pleasure shot through my body, extending through my extremities to the tips of my fingers and toes. My breathing quickened, just like the woman last night, as I shot spurt after spurt of cum into the kleenex. I hadn't cum so hard in a long time and it felt so good to have a release like that.
Once my breathing and heart rate had subsided to the point that I felt ready to rise, I got up and started my day. The sun was yet to rise, but it was light enough to get things going. I had a quick, instant breakfast drink and a pop tart to keep me going. I put on my waders and boots then my fishing vest, grabbed my rod, and started out.
Walking towards the valley, I couldn't help but remember what I'd seen last night. This time, I was able to easily distract myself with thoughts of the fishing I was going to be able to enjoy. I walked around the boulder where I was standing last night and past the tree who witnessed the whole thing and down the hill towards the valley.
Knowing that it was likely going to be rather well fished, I wasn't too nervous about walking right up to the river. Normally, I would have taken a little more time and moved a bit more furtively to avoid detection by a nervous fish or three. These fish had to be used to visitors and weren't likely to bite at anything unless it was obviously food. I scared a few fish in one of the pools and watched them dart across to the other side. They looked to be decent sized brook trout, which are rather tasty and quite beautiful. I felt like this was going to be a great day.
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