Nymph Fishing

Off the bus, down the metal steps, onto the warm concrete. It was hot, but the wind was cool, coming in waves, ruffling my hair, ruffling my clothes. The heavy smell of petrol hit me heavily as the bus trundled away down the gravel path. The rumbling slowly disappeared behind the trees, leaving me standing in silence in the woods with my hiking bag on my back and my pole and reel hanging off my shoulder. There were trees all around; tall and brown and straight, no leaves near their base, the earth around the trunks loamy and spongy, somehow unnatural yet more natural than anything else. There was a small one storey high brick building not far in front. It looked cozy. It had a shallow red leaf covered roof, with tiny green window frames that were pocked and flaking. I walked across the gravel path to see if there was anyone inside. I tried the left side of the entrance but it was locked. The right side wasn't. I felt a little stupid for not getting it right the first time. It was lit, the little foyer, but dimly. There was a short counter with a bell on it. I rung it.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Just a moment." It was an old voice, but powerful, not stern and intimidating, but definitely ear-catching. An old man in a cap greeted me. He looked like his face was melting with wrinkles. "Fishing?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Good time for trout."

"Yup." I let the silence hang for a moment longer than I should've. "I'll be fishing for four days, so I'll only be staying here for tonight and the fourth night."

"Ah. We'll see about that." He nodded and gave me a key from the rack behind him. He didn't even look. I wasn't sure what he meant by what he said. "Dinner at six."

I put the money on the counter and he took it, and then counted it. He hid it in a toolbox. He then disappeared. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. I breathed heavily and then got myself and my room sorted. There wasn't enough time to get to the river that day, so I spent my time staring at the ceiling from my bed. Dinner was beef stew with broccoli and rice.

The next day I set out early in the morning, when it was still dark and the few was still wet. I hiked up a trail that seemed pleasant; it was a little uphill but not too bad. Hours of pounding my feet passed. I took a few breaks. There were a couple good logs to sit on, but I was making good time and passed most of them up. It was late when I got to the river, so instead I set up camp up a ways from it. I flattened the dirt until there were no lumps, and then layed the cheese cloth on the ground and set up my tent on that. Canned spaghetti for supper. It was good, although if I were not camping it wouldn't have been. Hiking grows a hole in one's stomach, and everything and anything will fill it up nicely.

I woke up before the sun was up to catch grasshoppers. The dew immobilised them, and they don't hop away when one touches them. I gathered around two dozen into a little jar. They started to jump around like hell once they got warmed up. I sighed contently, and took my rod with me to the river. It was wide and somewhat shallow, and the current was fast and nearly silent and smooth. It was clear and clean as well. Once the sun is at its zenith the surface would be bright and mirror like, but for now my eyes would be content. I could see big healthy trout in the water, dark patches that occasionally leaped out and lunged at the low flying bugs. I speared a grasshopper thorax to head with a hook. It leaked black liquid frass. I swung the rod and it glided gently in the air, silently landing in the river. The cloth of my trousers clung to my legs as I stepped into the water. It was refreshingly cool.

"Hey!" A voice came from a little ways down. "Hey you with the stick!"

I turned, expecting another fisherman, but instead my eyes widened in shock. There was a head with rudy hair floating on top of the water, as if a person was standing up straight, but that couldn't be possible with the river's depth!

"What!" I exclaimed in surprise, shocked, but a little too normally.

"Whatcha' doing?" She had a very pretty face, though her skin was green which was strange to say the least. She floated on by closer, but stopped dead a few feet from me, as if she couldn't get any nearer.

"Uh, fishing," I stammered.

"Ooooh!" She stared with wide curious eyes, with a hint of mad and crazy.

"Hold on, sorry, who- what are you?"

"I don't have a name."

I stared at her, forgetting about my rod. I lost my bait quite some time ago.

"I'm kidding, of course I have a name. You're looking at me as if I'm crazy."

"No, I think I'm going crazy."

She chuckled. "Ido." She lifted an arm through the surface as if from nowhere. In her hand was a trout. She was holding it with ease despite its flopping and slimy skin. "I caught a fish for you."

"Uh thanks." I didn't take the fish. "That's not very sporting though."

"Hm? What do you mean by that?" Her voice seemed very genuine.

"Well a part of fishing is the wait," I said rather casually, forgetting for a moment to whom, or rather what, I was talking to, "just grabbing a fish out of the water... doesn't seem right to me."

She closed her grin, and she smiled instead. Her pretty hand submerged under the water along with the fish.

"You'd catch a lot more fish if you got a little bit further from the edge," she said. There was a hint of flirting in her voice.

"I don't know about that."

Her head swam in a circle. The current of the stream giving her no resistance. Then, when she saw that I was getting back into my fishing, she unsubmerged herself, her body lying on the water, visible to me for the first time. She was stunning. She was what normal men thought the epitome of beauty was; a body of the gods, tall and curvaceous and striking and nearly smooth. A body that was impossible to not fall in love with. If her skin was not green she would not look out of place as an artist's model. And everything was visible- everything. It welled a queer feeling in my stomach and my loins, a sickeningly pleasant warmth. She stared at the sky for a while. Her hands clasped each other on her belly. She just drifted in place. I was unable to get my eyes off her. I've forgotten all about my rod all over again, and I could now only pay attention to my other rod. She broke the silence eventually by looking over at me and smiling. Her smile seemed all the more pretty now that I've seen the rest of her.

"It's not fun swimming by oneself you know." Ido spread her legs out, still floating. Her quim made my manhood stiffen, and it was not possible to hide it. She was not shaven, but it wasn't unpleasantly hairy. I nodded in response to what she said half-mindedly. She suddenly laughed, covering her face, no doubt seeing my arousal. Her body sunk beneath the water. I wasn't sure what to do, so I tossed my rod onto the grass on shore and slowly neared the spot where she was. The water reached my waist. It was surprisingly warm. I looked into the water all around me, searching for the mysterious woman. Then I felt a hand on my hip from behind. It sent shivers up my spine. I turned and there she was. She was grinning and laughing playfully.

"Were you worried I was drowning?"

"I-" I muttered, staring into her big emerald eyes.

"You must be uncomfortable in these wet clothes," she said as she began to unbutton my shirt, "let me help you slip them off."

One by one my articles of clothing drifted away down the stream. When she stripped me of my trousers she caressed my manhood lovingly for a moment, before getting back to work. Soon I was completely naked. She had even taken off my boots, and I wasn't sure how. The water felt amazing against my skin.

"Doesn't that feel better?"

I nodded, dumbfounded. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to kiss her. She must have felt it too as she pursed her lips. Our faces met. Our hands entwined around our bodies. God she was so divine. Her lips were the softest things I have ever touched, softer than velvet, more luxurious than silk. Our tongues danced. Her teeth were strangely pointy and sharp. My manhood kept touching the insides of her thighs. She purred into my mouth and then parted. But I was not finished. I trailed my lips downwards towards her neck, kissing tenderly her collarbone. She squirmed and panted, and then hopped and wrapped her legs around my waist. The cusp of her vulva now poised against the head of my manhood. She was lighter than balsa.

"Take me," she whispered in my ear, "make love to me like you would to the human girls."

I couldn't pleasure her in the middle of the stream, so I carried her closer to shore. I must've tripped on something. We fell on the muddy shallows, where it was still a few inches deep, with me on top. She groaned as the air was punched out of her lungs, but then laughed.

"Sorry."

She kissed me as a show of forgiveness. I spread her legs up and apart. I slipped my manhood in. I had to take a moment as the rush nearly overwhelmed me. She was warm and wet. She breathed out in relief, resting her head back with her eyes closed, a happy look on her face. It was easy to thrust, and my manhood glided in and out with almost no resistance. Just enough to feel good. She rocked her hips with my movements. I grunted and grasped the mud underneath us tightly. It oozed between my fingers, melting away in the water. I angled myself higher so that I was above her, and her body half curled. I could thrust much faster and better like that. Her body approved. To think fishing was all I was going to do that day.

"Yes! Just like that!" She spouted the words over her lulled out tongue. "Goddamn!"

A minute later she pushed against my chest and got me on my back. She sat on me with splayed legs, my manhood still inside her. She had this flirty, dirty, playfully domineering sneer. She guided my right hand to caress her hip. Her other hand brushed my chest. The loving continued. I tried to thrust up but she resolutely planted my hips in the mud. I resolved to savour the moment and closed my eyes. Ido began to really pound on me, her arms clutching my shoulders for leverage. I was near my release. I opened my eyes to look her in the eye.

I screamed!

Ido's face was suddenly monstrous! Her jaw was so unhinged that it touched her neck, and her mouth was filled with dozens of long needle like teeth, nearing closer to tear at my flesh! Her eyes, once large and green and beautiful, were transformed into sunken and sullen beady little things. They stared at me milky and lifeless. I was so taken aback that I couldn't hold back my orgasm, and I released inside her. It was like trying to stop a runaway train; it just couldn't be done. I couldn't stay to enjoy it however, so I struck her in the head. She wasn't expecting it and she reeled back, giving me a chance to escape. I scrambled on my hands and knees out of the stream and then ran when I could, leaving everything behind me and entering the safety of the woods, my manhood flaccid and still leaking. Ido chased me until the very edge of the water and then stopped dead in her tracks. She squatted like a frog and watched me go.

I ran for a while, still high on adrenaline. Once I calmed down I took a breather. Deciding that it was better to return to the inn, I hiked back. It was probably not the best idea, but I was too rattled to return to camp, especially since it was near to the water. It was dark by the time I saw the inn through the trees. I was naked and covered in cuts, bruises and mud, and I was tired, cold and hungry. I burst in through the right side of the entrance and rang the bell. It took a couple minutes for the old man to appear. He didn't seem very surprised to see me in the state I was in.

"Oh. I wasn't expecting you to be back."