THE WEEKEND

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THE WEEKENDSummer, 1959 in eastern South Dakota I was between freshman and sophomore year in high school. My family was very friendly with another local family the Elgin’s who had a girl a year younger named Sandra, a boy a year older than me Harley and younger brother Jimmy. In my family it was just my k** brother Austin and me and my brother was just five that year. Our parents planned a weekends fishing using the Elgin,s family tent and four camp cots and sleeping bags plus a few thick old blankets. Though it was August nights could be chilly especially by bodies of water and Cottonwood Lake is a fair size body. Us youngsters wore only shorts or whatever over our bathing suits and trunks while Mom and Mrs Elgin wore shorts and halter tops and would change into their bikini for Mrs Elgin, a one piece for shapeless Mom. Our Moms with our help would pitch the large family tent over the large tarpaulin the Elgins used as a floor then erected camp cots and placed sleeping bags on them plus the blankets to put over you while you watched your fishing line late at night once the shelter was up it was time to build the camp fire using the one built and provided by state game and parks to cook our food, weiners and marshmallows with the battered old kettle o the grownups could stay awake with coffee. Once the fire was going strong, the kettle boiling and a wonderful smelling beef stew broiling in a pot over the stove our mothers then with Sandra and Imtackled bayraklı escort up,our fishing lines and baited them using no less than eight lines as we were each entitled to use two lines. One of my outfits was a spinning one so I could cast out spoons and lures to try to lure fry chasing predator fish. Sandra had somehow got the approval of her parents to buy her a black two piece bikini and despite only being f******n she filled the halter well with her developing breasts and a few wisps of thick pubic hairs escaped from her bikini bottoms. It certainly made my fifteen year old prick tent my navy trunks so I had to try to hide my embarrassment. Dusk was falling and the light fading as our fathers rolled in to join us as they had to finish their day,s work first. Keeping a wary eye on the fishing lines we sat down at the picnic bench again provided by the state and had a nice meal of the beef stew and freshly baked corn bread. Once supper was over I took my spinning rod further down the shore casting a lure out and retrieving it as the last light of day left the day and I was delighted when Sandra gave her lines to her father and joined me watching me fish. We,d moved about fifty yards down from the rest of our families and were enjoying each other,s company in the quiet evening. I let Sandra have a few casts of my large spoon and she was fascinated how it moved from side to side as it was retrieved back toward shore as If a real fish was about escort bayraklı to jump out of the water.Suddenly there was a silver flash as so,etching large grabbed the treble hooked lure and almost tore the rod from her hands. “Hang on a Sandy!” I urged her. “He,s big and youndon,t wanna lose him!” I suspected a large northern pike had taken just before she pulled it from the water and soon she was in a real battle with the heavy fish.It Wasn,t easy trying to fight the deep running fish and the dark sky made it even harder to see what was happening, but Luck was on her side as I helped her hold the rod accidentally grabbing her left tit as I did so. Five minutes later I was holding the ten pound beauty up to show her her capture. “I,ll put him in the ice cooler tonight so we can get a picture taken in the daylight!” I told her. Once everyone had congratulated her she decided she,d had enough fishing and went back into the tent to listen to KOMA radio on the transistorvradio and spray more mosquito repellant on. It it wasn,t for repellant those damned skeeters would have made life miserable, but about nine pm a stiff breeze came up and blew most of them away. The youngest k**s had already gone to sleep while our mothers chatted companionably by the fire with their eyes more on the fishing lines and our fathers told jokes and drank beer sitting on the two cots near the front of the tent also keeping their attention on the lines as the fish bayraklı escort bayan had been biting well and the two ice coolers were beginning to fill up. In the morning they would clean the fish caught overnight before resuming in the morning so Sandra and I managed to commandeer a sleeping bag at the darkest corner at the rear of the tent. I knew she liked me, but before this evening Didn,t realise it was a sexual attraction. “You sure like my bikini, Don,t you?” “Yeah it,s real neat!” I agreed. “Your cock has been tenting your trunks all afternoon since I put it on!” she laughed. “Why don,t you take off my top and play with my boobs? The grown ups are too busy to notice and the k**s are out of it!” she invited me in her sexiest voice. Without reply I unclipped her top and began to fondle her ample boobies sucking gently on her big nipples which she enjoyed as she realeased my large cock and began to stroke me. It was easy to push her bottoms to the side and finger her tight slit making her juices start to flow. Eventually the strong aroma of aroused pussy wafted to me but before anyone else might smell it a stray breeze snatched it away. It only took a few minutes before she gently groaned she was cumming and my fingers were immediately coated with her juices. Once she recovered her breath and senses she then beat me off till my spunk blasted out to be caught in and old towel I often used to wipe my hands whilst fishing. After we,d climaxed we snogged for a while. “I,ll let you Fuck me, but it,s too dangerous here!” she kissed me sucking my tongue passionately then leaning over to kiss my knob while rearranging her bikini, a blanket worn for extra warmth now the evening had turned cool. TBC

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