Retirement Travels Ch. 04

We continued to talk several times weekly, exchanged texts daily, and had phone sex every week.

I continued to fish, enjoy the sun, water, beaches and bikinis. All those women, but none seemed interested in a 55 year old fisherman living in a camper, or if they were, I wasn't.

The call came on March 13th. Molly was being laid off. The lay offs were permanent. Of course there was the line of BS that they would provide assistance finding new positions, writing resumes, training, etc. There would be a severance package. Molly said, "Do you want a traveling companion?" My response was, "Fuck, yes!"

She shipped her fishing gear and clothes to the RV park I was in, sold her car, bought some appropriate clothes, arranged to fly to Key West, and then she was back in my arms.

No sooner were we back at the camper then we were naked and the camper was rocking. It was not loving, but raw fucking. No kissing, just pounding her pussy, pinching her nipples, eating her pussy, my cock being sucked, smacking her ass, playing with her ass hole, cussing each other and getting off.

Two hours later, we lay there looking at each other and then the laughter began. We kissed, hugged, held each other tight. All the urgency was gone, we were together with no separation date over our heads. We had all of eternity to fuck, love, fish, love, kiss, love, fuck, love, fish, well you get the idea.

We dressed, found a place to eat, walked the beach holding hands, kissing, hugging, watching the sunset. We went back to the camper and began making love. I let my finger tips explore her body, her ears, neck, lips. I played with her nipples, ever so lightly, I kissed and sucked her breasts. She lay there and let me do my thing. She giggled at times, but other wise simply laid there and enjoyed what I was doing to her. My fingers traced down over her belly, around her mound, across her vaginal lips. I avoided her clit. My fingers continued down one leg and then back up the other leg. She was starting to breath a little harder and little moans were escaping her lips. Back to her breasts while I blew in her ear, kissed her neck, cheeks and those beautiful emerald eyes.

Slowly I ran my tongue over both breast and then started down across her belly. I kissed her belly button and played with her pussy. My tongue continued its journey down her body until it arrived at her clit. I licked it and she jumped and moaned. She arched her back up off the mattress. Her pussy was soaked with her juices. I pushed a finger in and got another moan from her. I pumped it a couple of times and licked her clit again. Her moans got loader. She reached down to pull my head into her. I put two fingers in her pussy and found her G spot. Now the moaning was continuous. I looked up, her mouth was open, her tongue licking her lips. Her eyes were closed as she began to anticipate cumming.

I slowly pumped my fingers in her pussy and then sucked hard on her clit. She came hard, with a soft moan, her back arched, her fist griping the sheets, her head rolling side to side. As she started to catch her breath, her legs went around my head, locking me agains her clit, she yelled, "Don't stop, please make me cum again. Fuck." I kept licking. I kept finger fucking. She climbed higher and higher toward her orgasm. Higher and higher she went. Her legs were squeezing my head almost to the point that it hurt. Then she came, screaming, laughing, giggling. My face was soaked. I almost slipped a finger in her ass. It was intense.

Finally, she came down from her high. Those emerald eyes bored into me as her face broke into a gorgeous smile that lit up her whole body. She laughed, giggled, wiggled her pussy against my face, rubbed her hands across my bald head. She began pulling me up to her face and kissed me. HARD. Her tongue was on fire. She whispered in my ear, "Stick that big beautiful cock in my pussy. I want to feel you fucking me. I want you to cum and cum and cum."

I pushed my cock into her soaked pussy. I went as deep as I could. We both let out moans. I was in no hurry, so took long slow strokes. I lowered my head to her nipples and sucked, first one and then the other. They got harder and harder. I love hard nipples. I continued to pump my cock in her pussy. I could feel my balls starting to churn, so I slowed down. She pumped against me and then came again. This time legs straight out and rigid, with her hands pulling my head hard against her tits. She was saying something, but I couldn't understand her. I started pumping harder. My balls started churning again. Then I blew. Deep in her pussy, my cum coming in spurts. Her legs squeezed my ass tight holding my cock deep in her. I was incoherent.

We both came down from our highs. I rolled off her, but held her close. Our legs intertwined, her thigh against my cock, mine against her very wet pussy. Her tits were pressed against my chest, her face against my neck. Sleep came easily to both of us.

My life changed. Molly and I made love in the morning, a nooner, in the evening. I don't know how my stamina kept up with her. We fished, walked the beaches, held hands, kissed and generally acted like teenagers. The end of April was approaching and my lease on the pad would expire. We decided to move north with the fish. We prepared the camper for traveling.

At the end of the month, we started north. There was so much traffic that Molly adopted a new dress code to avoid the close calls we had. Panties and a tee. Damn, she was one sexy woman.

We targeted the Outer Banks and spent a few weeks there. We made love on the beach and in the surf. A couple of fisherman caught us on the beach and watched as we fucked each other. Molly got even more turned on. She seemed to like an audience.

We slowly made our way north, following the striper migration. I called a guide on Cape Cod that I had met a few years ago to arrange a few days of fishing. Dave said that he was booked solid for the next 12 weeks. I asked if he knew of any one else. He said, "There is a young girl that is a hell of a fisherman and can find fish when no one else can. She's young, a rather marginal boat, but is an outstanding boatman. You couldn't do any better if you don't mind a woman, her age and her boat."

I got a phone number, called and booked a day of fishing.

We arrived at the boat launch early on a Monday. I heard a girl with a heavy Russian accent ask if we were Tom and Molly. That was our guide. I had second thoughts.

She launched her boat, pulled into the dock and we boarded her boat. Everything was where it belonged and the boat was clean and orderly. Her name was Sasha.

Fuck, did she have a body. I looked at Molly, she looked at me and grinned. Sasha's first words were, "You able to cast?" I explained that both or us were proficient. She said, "Show me your best cast so I know how to position boat." We did.

"Good, you both good. We go now."

She was an excellent boat captain. We were to learn that her family had died when she was 14 and she was raised by her grandfather. He taught her to fish and handle a boat. He died unexpectedly when she was 19, so she left Russia and came to the US and started guiding. She had been guiding now for 4 years.

We had the best day of our fishing lives that day. Between us, we boated over 75 striped bass. The smallest was 30 inches. All were released. Around 3:00, Molly and I indicated we were tired and ready to head to the marina. Sasha said, "You best fisherman I had. More fish than anyone else. Great fucking day. Sasha have no fisherman tomorrow, you fish with me?" We agreed.

Getting to the boat ramp, Sasha was very smooth recovering her boat. I was impressed. We talked about fishing tackle and she said she hoped to have some sponsors so that she could get gear like Molly and I were using.

I also could not keep my eyes off her ass. It was spectacular. Even Molly laughed when she caught me staring at it.

As we headed to the camper, Sasha said, "You follow Sasha to house. We celebrate Russian style best day of fishing." Molly and I looked at each other and agreed.

We followed her for a while and then she turned down a narrow alley. I was concerned about being able to turn the camper around to leave. Then the alley opened up to a large parking area with a small cabin on the beach. Sasha said, "You park here. Come with me."

The cabin was right on the beach and it was obvious that it had been flooded before and would someday wash away. As we entered, I noticed that the bedroom contained a small single bed. The bath was small, the living area was small and the kitchen was tiny. Sasha continued to walk thru the house to a patio area with a table and some chairs on the beach. " Sit, Sasha get vodka."

She returned with a bottle of vodka and some glasses. She filled each glass, lifted her glass and said," to great fishing" and tossed the vodka down. Molly and I looked at each other and did the same. Three glasses later and there was no pain in the world.

Sasha said, "You like Sasha ass. You look at it all day." Busted, Molly laughed. I tried to find an easy answer, but finally said. "Sasha, you may have the best looking ass in the world." Maybe the vodka was doing some talking.

Sasha then took a swig from the bottle, passed it to Molly, and stood up. "You like Sasha ass, you see it." She dropped her shorts and was bare ass. She then took off her top and bra, bent over and shook her ass at me. Looking over her shoulder, "You grab ass, I like. Molly grab tits. We fuck tonight."

With little encouragement, Molly stripped down, and so did I. I grabbed the sweetest ass I had ever seen. I kissed it, played with her rose bud, Molly played with her tits. Sasha said, "You fuck my pussy hard, spank my ass hard. Molly bite my tits and nipples hard. I like hard fuck."

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She liked rough sex. I spanked her ass until my hand hurt, pounded her pussy, Molly bit and pulled her tits hard and Sasha came as hard as anyone I had ever fucked.

The bottle made the rounds until it was empty and we continued to have more sex. We fucked in every position we could dream up. Sasha ate Molly's pussy and made her cum several times. She sucked my cock, then turned around, got on all fours, stuck my cock in her pussy. I grabbed a couple handfuls of her hair, pulled it back hard. Molly went to work on her nipples, biting, pulling, pinching. I spanked Sasha's ass, hard, I found a spatula and used that. She screamed her pleasure as she came repeatedly.

Sasha disappeared and Molly and I were staggering around, We finally headed for the camper. Sasha was on the bed, her legs spread wide, snoring softly. We staggered to the camper.

BANG BANG BANG What the fuck. I woke up. It was 6 AM. Sasha, said, 'Time go fish. We leave in ten." Molly and I struggled out of bed. I grabbed a bottle of aspirin. Climbing into Sasha's truck we were off. We stopped and got some desperately needed coffee and donuts, and then continued to the boat ramp. I felt lucky to survive the trip with Sasha's driving. I don't know why she didn't have a ton of traffic tickets or accidents.

Fishing was as good as the previous day. We were less shy on the boat and it was common for us to be brushing against each other, grabbing ass, squeezing tits, or rubbing my cock as we fished. Around noon, Sasha pointed at the sky and said, "squall, run fast, sit down, bad news." I've never seen any one that could handle a boat any better than Sasha did. The boat may have been old and beat up, but the captain knew what she was doing. The rain hit just as we finished loading the boat on the trailer. Sasha said, " We go, celebrate Russian style." I wasn't sure my head could take any more vodka.

At the cabin, Sasha took off her clothes and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Molly and I looked at each other, stripped and followed her outside. Sasha skipped the glasses and passed the bottle. "Sasha like fuck. Like last night." She then dove into Molly's pussy, and wiggled her ass at me. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening fucking and drinking vodka as well as swimming in the ocean. I found several empty vodka bottles the next day.

Molly and I slept in, our heads were really suffering. Sasha, her truck and boat were gone.

I left her an envelope with $1500 and my rod and reel. I also left a note saying, "Enjoyed fishing with you and playing grab ass! Same time next year. Plan on a week."

Molly and I climbed into the camper and headed for Michigan. We planned to stop and see Susan along the way.