The calm and peace of fishing

The water is calm a light breeze is playing with your hair and the world is beautiful. This is what you love about fishing. You crack open a beer can and take in the serenity of the day. If only you weren't so damn horny that you are practically dripping. And frustrated. You reel in and cast the hook again. The light breeze causes your top to tease your nipples. "Fucking hell!", you curse out your misery.

Your shout is met with the angry faces of your pals, shushing you. "What’s wrong with you? Stop screaming like that, it will scare the fish away!", Noah scolds you and you apologize begrudgingly.

The heat in your loins is leaving you simmering in your own juices for much of the morning and you have to admit to yourself that standing still in one place with nothing to do but let your imagination run free, might not have been the best idea to fight your ever-present arousal. That there are no catches whatsoever is not helping either, and instead making the guys restless too.

"I say they won't bite because we have a girl with us. The last year they were on us like crazy and now nothing." Caleb shoots you an accusing glance while reeling in and throwing again.

Isaac joins in. "Yeah, true. Women are bad luck."

"Only in sailing, dumbass." Noah shakes his head.

"How can you be so sure? I don't see a single catch." says Isaac and Noah just turns around not knowing an argument to that.

"The fish won’t come back." Frustrated Isaac puts the rod away and turns to you. "It was Lola who drove them away. I think she need to make up for that."

"Uhmm...", startled you find their eyes locked on you. Your pussy gushes from the attention you are getting. "Thats nonsense and you know that, right? Right?"