Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 14:03:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Sabbatical (Part Five)

Sated, at least for the moment, Chris and I cleaned up, and
dressed. Outside, we climbed into my car, and headed off to town to
complete our assigned shopping list. Chris chattered the whole trip, going
on excitedly about our recent sex play, and how it was all even greater
than he had imagined it. He told me that he had discovered how good it felt
to play with himself when he was 11, and freely admitted to being a jack
off junkie, ever since. The addition of his ability to shoot cumm had been
an added enhancement, and had, if anything, fueled his near daily
sessions. He went on to say that reaching high school had factored in the
ability to view naked classmates in his gym class, and that the showers had
become the high point of his day. He also blabbered on about a few girls
that he felt an attraction for, but confessed that his inherent shyness had
prevented him from making any advancements toward any of them, or toward
any of the boys he often thought of when stroking his prick. He continued
his dissertation by telling me that he just knew, that first time he had
seen me, that I was the one to help him test the sexual waters, and that he
really liked that I was older, experienced, and willing to show him the
ropes. Willing, I thought to myself, eager, was closer to the truth!

Since he had introduced the fair sex to our near one- sided conversation, I
allowed as how I'd had a fair amount of experience on that side of the
tracks during my life, and verbally encouraged him to pursue that interest,
should opportunity knock. It is my firm belief that one should sample all
things in life that hold an attraction, so long as it's legal to do
so. Well, ok, sometimes I've been known to stretch that point, as well, but
hey, life is short, right? We arrived in town, parked, and started out in
search of the various elements contained on Grandmas shopping list. A
couple of hours later, we had complete the task, and loaded the loot in the
trunk of the car. "Hungry, Champ?" I asked him, and he nodded
enthusiastically, gripped my hand, and replied, "For sure...come on...the
Drugstore makes killer burgers!"

Some forty-five minutes later, both of us filled to the brim with sumptuous
cheese burgers, fries, and milk shakes, we walked back outside. "Hey,
Rick!" Chris chirped, "Let's go to the tackle shop and check out the fly
gear!" I was always ready to peruse new fly-fishing equipment, and so I
quickly agreed, and we walked across the road, and entered the local bait
and tackle shop. Chris was scoping the display cases filled with reels, and
various wet, and dry fly's, and I wandered among the many racks of rods,
admiring the craftsmanship of the designers. "Excuse me...do you know about
fly rod's?" Came a sweet sounding voice from behind me, and I turned, my
eyes coming to rest on a way-too-cute-for-a-town-this-size young girl,
maybe 17 or 18. Her gorgeous smile was almost glowing from the row of even,
white teeth, framed by soft, puffy lips. Her hair was a sandy blonde,
shoulder length, and framed her cute, oval shaped face perfectly. The eyes
were a very dark brown, almost black, and tiny dimples creased each creamy
cheek. I let my eyes drift downward, taking in her smallish, pert breasts,
rising firmly from her chest, and covered in a white halter top, a wide
sash rising to circle her slim neck, a dainty bow tied in the back. Her
slim midriff was bare, and very nicely tanned, and disappeared into snug,
and short, yellow shorts. The shorts hugged her girl parts nicely, the
slightly puffy lips of her pussy imprinted against the material. Her legs
were slim, toned, and also very tanned, and ended in small, yellow tennis
shoes. Wow, I thought to myself, how did this packaged end up in Noplace,
Calif??"

Getting myself together, I responded with a smile, saying, "Well, I'm not
considered a technical expert, but I've been fly fishing since I was a
small boy, so perhaps I can be of some assistance." She increased the smile
wattage a tad, and I watched, as her eyes repeated pretty much the same
journey over me, that mine had taken over her. Meeting my eyes again, she
said impishly, 'Really...well...I know a thing or three about rod's...just
not about FLY rod's!" I let my eyes drop to focus on those meaty girl parts
outlined in the snug, yellow, cloth for a second or two, then met her
come-hither gaze, and said, "I'll just bet you do...!" She giggled sweetly,
and brazenly dropped her own gaze to my crotch, her pink tongue tip
slipping out to lightly pass over her lower lip, then replied, "Usually I
can make just about any rod work really good, easy, but this one is so
different than the kind I'm used to." And she held out the fly rod in her
hand.

I felt my cock stirring inside my briefs, so obvious was this young
beauties bold come-on, and I licked my own lips, taking the rod from her,
and saying, "I'll bet your pretty much an expert on making a rod work well,
and at getting the maximum performance from one, too." She giggled sweetly
again, and a soft blush flooded her creamy cheeks, as she lightly batted
her long, curly, eye lashes, and answered, "Well, maybe not always the
first time, but I like to stay with it until I have it mastered." I laughed
at that way-too-thinly- veiled response, and she laughed with me, a
delightful, girlish, tone coming from her delicious looking
mouth. "Seriously..." She said, "If I'm stuck in this no where place for a
month, I figured I might as well give the local form of entertainment a
shot, at least...a girl can watch only so much Opra, right?" I nodded, and
chuckled again, then told her, "Well, right...can't argue with that, I
guess...and while I'm probably way prejudice, I'd bet that you would
actually enjoy being out on the river, with a good rod in your hands." She
cracked up, then asked, sweetly, "Probably right...happen to know anybody
who might like to show me how its done?" I bowed slightly, and extended my
hand, saying, "Rick Rogers, happy to be of service, Madam!" Her small,
dainty hand grasped mine, and she smiled, answering, "why, thank you, Rick
Rogers....I'm Kelly Byrnes, and, hopefully, your prize pupil!"

A movement to my left caught my attention, and I glanced in that direction,
seeing Chris, stopped dead in his track, mouth agape, his blatant stare
fixed directly on the fair Ms. Kelly! "Hey Champ!" I called to him, "Come
say hi to our new fishing partner!" He gulped, and blinked rapidly, his
eyes roaming the girl from head to toe, then going wider, as he rested his
gaze on her very pert breasts. My own gaze followed his, and also widened,
as I caught site of her very erect nipples seriously dotting the thin
material of the snug halter top. "Hi Champ!" Kelly said sweetly, "Come say
hi....I promise only to nibble....honest!" He gulped again, and covered the
short distance between us in a flash, skidding to a stop in front of Kelly,
a silly grin pasted on his sweet face, his cheeks ablaze with his rosy
blush. "Hi!" He croaked, and really, really struggled to meet her smiling
gaze, and not let his eyes drop back to her firm breasts, and pointy
nipples! She giggled sweetly, obviously fully aware of her power, and took
his hand in hers, saying, "So, I'm Kelly, the new fishing partner....and
you must be somebody other than "Champ", although you DO look like champion
material, to me!" Poor Chris, his skin tone rapidly changed from soft pink
to something resembling beet red, as he squeaked, "Actually...I'm
Chris...just Rick calls me champ!" She brazenly let her eyes roam over all
of the boy, pausing at his slight boy bulge, then answered sweetly, "Does
he...well...maybe once I've learned to handle that rod properly, I can call
you Champ, too!" He nodded his head, still wide eyed, and stammered, "For
sure...ok...yea...call me Champ too....cool...!"

Having pretty much maxed out the double meaning conversation, we cooled it,
and got serious about selecting some fly tackle for Ms. Kelly, then walked
back to the Drug store fountain, and huddled in a booth over soda's,
chatting, and making plans for a fishing trip on the river. We discovered
that Kelly had recently turned seventeen, and was in town with her Mother,
who was recovering from her recent third divorce, while hiding out at her
sisters cabin in town. Kelly had no choice but to come along, and indicated
that right now, that prospect didn't appear anywhere as lame as it had an
hour, or so, ago. I explained about my sabbatical, and Chris's presence at
his Grandparents resort for the summer break from high school. All in all,
a pleasant time, and Chris certainly enjoyed her very feminine charms, to
the max! We made plans for a river trip two days hence, since Kelly had a
commitment for tomorrow, and exchanged telephone numbers, and locations,
before saying goodbye. Both Chris, and I, stood transfixed, watching
intently, as Kelly strolled away, her tight little butt swaying saucily in
the very snug shorts!

(To be Continued)
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