17. Johnny #2
It was still dark. The sun was peeking over the horizon, but the stars were still out as we drove through the town.
Nothing was open yet except for the gas station.
I loved this time of day. For a town that was mostly hustle and bustle from city folks coming up shopping and spending the week or weekends, this was the time that was tranquil.
There were a few locals on the road, driving to a manufacturing job or to the nearby hospital, but for the most part, everyone was still in bed.
As we pulled up to the marina, Beth looked at me.
“You’re driving me to work on my day off?” she joked at me.
We parked next to the shop, but that’s not where we were headed.
“Not quite.” I put the car in park, let Oberon jump out my door, then slammed it shut, nodding to the marina with a smile. “Come on.”
She paced behind Oberon and me, as we walked down the rows of docks out to where the fishing boats were. Once we got to the end, I turned around and smiled at her.
“I’m taking you out fishing.”
I leaned down and started unsnapping the boat cover. I brought my backpack with me, but for the most part, all of my fishing gear was either on the boat already or in the storage locker that Ted let me keep my poles in.
The used fishing boat was one of the first purchases I made when I made the move to Port St. Clair almost three years ago.
Coming here with my grandpa growing up, I always loved when he took my cousins and me out on the bay to catch fish—bass, walleye, bluegill.
It didn’t really matter what we caught but just that we did it together.
I had gotten decent at fishing since getting the boat, and I had figured out where the good spots were to troll or cast. The early morning was always my favorite time to come out, and I wanted to share it with Beth.
“How come I didn’t know you had a boat? Or went fishing, for that matter?”
I shrugged at her. “It didn’t come up?”
“Johnny!” She put her hands on her hips. “I work in a boat shop.”
“You work in a rental shop that happens to rent bikes and boats.”
She gave me the side-eye. “Same difference.”
“Are you going to keep chirping over there, or are you going to help me uncover this so we can watch the sunrise?”
At that, she leaned in, helping me take the rest of the cover off and get all the tackle and poles set up. With two people, it only took a few minutes, and we were off, gliding through the marina with the few other fishing boats trying to make it out before daybreak.
She sat up front on one of the fishing seats, holding her coffee, bundled up in her sweatshirt and windbreaker.
Her hair was tucked low in a messy bun under her baseball cap, and she curled her legs up underneath her.
There were a few wispy hairs that flew out as we moved, and as we made our way into the sunrise, she was a perfect silhouette.
“I’ve never been out here at sunrise,” she said. “It’s so peaceful.”
“Yeah, kind of figured you hadn’t been out here this early and knew you’d enjoy it. Most people are still in bed at this time. Town doesn’t start to really bustle until nine or ten.”
“Yeah, even when we rent the fishing boats in the morning, it’s not like I’ve been out on the water in the morning.”
“Most people haven’t.”
“I’m still mad at you for not telling me you had this though.”
“I know. Am I forgiven yet?” I smirked at her.
She glanced back at me in the driver’s seat with a cute smile that spanned the width of her face. She was trying to hide it. “Working on it,” she said, smugly.
We silently rode for about twenty minutes until we arrived at the small cove I liked to frequent that was just north of town, and as we rode, I couldn’t help but feel this was the most relaxed I’d been in… longer than I could remember.
As I pulled up, there was only one other fishing boat in the distance, and I nodded at him as I cruised up a few feet from the rocky shore.
She looked around her. “This is it?”
“This is it. It’s my secret honey hole.”
She quirked her mouth at me, which I fully expected from her at this point. “Maybe not so secret if Greg is here too.” She waved out at Greg, and he returned the giant wave back to us.
I shrugged. “He’s not up on the rock wall though.”
“That he isn’t.”
She looked at me with those big brown eyes, stuck her tongue out, and my cock immediately hardened in my pants.
Just then, I heard the motor in the distance, and Greg was zooming off to another spot, probably trying to land a few more before going into the office. I shook my head, licked my lips, and watched her turn back around.
She was going to get it. Turning around, I came up behind her. I was planning to fish with her, but this seemed a lot better than that. She didn’t seem surprised when I eased my hands down her covered arms and leaned in to nip at her neck.
“Want to show me your honey hole?” I asked, spinning her around in the chair and letting a smile plaster onto my face.
She threw her head back with a giggle before gazing up at me with widened eyes, the tip of her mouth tipped up.
Those lips. My mouth crashed into hers as I fell to my knees between her legs.
I thought my jeans were tight before, but as I leaned into her, there was no way she couldn’t feel my full cock against her.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her into me, feeling her heat through her leggings. Those fucking leggings drove me wild whenever she wore them. Them and the damn jean shorts.
My tongue pushed into her mouth, and hers returned to mine as well, gently stroking my lips and pushing back against me.
I groaned, leaning into her, pushing myself against her body.
“You feel so good,” she said into my ear with a soft moan.
“Just wait.” I leaned her back into the seat with her ass on the edge. “I’m going to make you feel a lot better.”
I unzipped her windbreaker, pushing it open while gently pulling up the sweatshirt, showing off a strip of her midriff. As soon as I saw skin, I ran my tongue along the top edge of her leggings and took one hand, gliding up to her breast and tweaking her hard nipple through her bra.
“Ah, Johnny.” She squirmed against me.
I pushed back into her as I did a quick survey of the water to make sure another boat wouldn’t pull up on us. “Let go, baby. Relax.”
I took my time running my tongue over her and up against her covered nipples, biting at them as she continued to grind against me.
“More. I need more.”
“I know, baby. It’s coming.” I looked up at her, and her eyes were dark, her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were blooming with color. I loved seeing her like this. Getting her this aroused got me turned on.
I took my fingers and followed the seam of her leggings down to her center, where I could feel her wetness already soaking through.
Taking my time, I traced up and down, paying extra attention to her clit.
Finally, after figuring she had enough, I took my tongue and ran it over the same length that I had worked my fingers, over top of her pants, and she pushed back against me.
I grabbed the top seam in my teeth, then pulled them the rest of the way off with my hands caressing her thighs all the way down with her panties.
“You are so sexy, you know that?” I looked up at her, fully naked from the waist down with her pussy dripping onto the seat. “I’m going to show you just how sexy.”
I spread her legs, putting one leg over each of my shoulders, and I took my time giving her inner thighs wet kisses as I made my way up to her core.
I could tell she was frustrated as she continued to circle her hips around, but I was taking my time.
I wasn’t going to let her speed up what I fully intended to enjoy.
“Johnny,” she whined.
“Yes?” I asked, chuckling, fully knowing what she was whining about.
“I need more.”
“Tell me.”
“I need your mouth on me.”
“My mouth is on you,” I said between kisses, raising my eyebrows at her.
“I need your mouth on my pussy.” She palmed the back of my head and guided it to her wetness. I loved that she was asking for what she wanted. It made her taste that much better.