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   Deep Sea Fishing {A Fisherman's Widow Tale} By Dryad

   Her hands clenched the metal railing.  The up and down movement of the
boat lulled her, while the rush of the salt misted air rushed over her ears
in a dull roar.  She closed her eyes as she stood at the prow, feeling the
engine's vibration come up through the rail and her feet.

   The waves were gunmetal gray, matching the deep haze of the sky, making
it hard to judge just where the horizon was.  No land could be seen, and
only the distant bugle of foghorns could be heard from the other boats
nearby.  She felt as though she was all alone; the rest of the people on
the party boat were staying in the stern, where the ride was much smoother.

   She smiled softly, her eyes still closed as she felt the warmth of a
body slide up behind her.  His arms didn't touch her, but held the rail
firmly on either side of her, effectively holding her in.

   "We'll be to the fishing grounds soon," he whispered in her ear.

   "I can see why you enjoy this.  Even on a dreary day like today, its
beautiful," she answered back, turning her face toward him.  "I'm glad I
came."

   "You know, your skirt is soaked," he chuckled, pointing the front of her
sundress, which had gotten wet in the salty spray.  He pressed up against
her, and she felt his interest press against her ass.

   "Tease," she chuckled lovingly.

   "Me?  You're the one who made sure I knew you weren't wearing anything
under that dress."

   "Well, I had to do something to get at least some of your interest
today," she giggled, her fingers sliding along the rail to clasp his hands.

   "Well, we're not there yet," he answered darkly.  She waited for him to
finish the thought.

   It wasn't words that he continued with though.  His hand slid up her
long skirt, hiking it up over her damp thighs.  A quick glance around
showed that no one was near.

   "You're crazy, you know that, don't you?"

   He laughed.  "You love me that way though."

   She sighed and fell back against his chest as his fingers found her
already wet pussy.

   The up and down of the boat now seemed to work to her benefit, forcing
his fingers deeper every time the boat fell into the well of the wave.  She
swayed, unsure if it was the boat's movement, or if it was his touch.  His
fingers pinched her clit, causing her to moan, before leaving her.  She
whimpered in frustration, only to feel the warm, smooth length of him press
against her moments later.  She felt him thrust into her, a syncopated
rhythm to the lunging of the boat, and she bit back the scream.  Just what
I'd need, she thought have the whole crew rushing down, thinking I was
about to fall overboard or something.

   He returned his hands back to the rail, pressing her up against it.  He
continued to thrust into her, his mouth teasing her ear, her neck.

   She saw through half lidded eyes a large wave coming, and knew the next
slap of the boat would be harsh.  The knowledge of it made her shiver, and
when it came her consciousness shattered into a thousand broken pieces. 
The smell of the salt water, the cold dampness, the vibration and hum of
the boat...nothing and yet everything stuck in her mind.

   A few more discrete thrusts had him releasing his own control, his hands
clenching the rail, white with tension.

   A few moments of after orgasm blur, and he dropped her skirt, zipping
himself back up.  She turned in his arms to give him a kiss, when she
noticed behind and above him a set of eyes twinkling with mirth.

   Damned if he didn't forget the captain in the bridge above the deck.

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