So Thursday evening I remember my wife bragging about her tan that she was getting. I agreed. I also remember her saying she needed to apply a better sunscreen on her nipples before they burn.
Friday, same routine as Thursday but hopefully find better fishing. I wasn't complaining. She had been topless on a topless beach but this distraction was different. Same schedule as before. Mid morning she's out from under her umbrella ready to sun. I'm actually in a cove with houses. She requested to relocate after a period of waiting. My response was tan wearing her bikini till I'm done. She did not bring her top, just bottoms and tshirt. I'm frustrated. I want to fish docks and structure. She wants to relax and lay out. Of course she won. I decided to go to an area north that the cove ends at an area with a road I've seen lots of construction traffic.
I motor to the cove. She sets up on the back deck. Sunscreen applied. I can not run the motor so I troll along fishing. I'm also catching fish in this back water. I eventually make it to the back. By this time my wife has sunned front, then back and now is tits up. Not sure what's down this road but lots of dump trucks and big rigs. I'm flipping against the bank when the first truck approaches. It's loud as it approaches. My wife covers her tits and looks over as the truck passes. I catch another fish. She accused me of intentionally stopping at this spot. I show her the fish and said at first but I've found the fish now to figure out what baits work. She rolls onto her front.
This section is shallow but runs along this road quite a distance. Perfect for a tournament if you find fish. As I fish she receives many horns for appreciation of her now redish butt cheeks and naked back. She threatened to put her tshirt on if I was staying. I responded for her to do what she wanted that I was on the fish. She put on her t-shirt. An hour or more later I turn and start to retrace my path along this bank. Parts of the road is obscured by shrubs and trees then stretches of nothing. She finally gets up and announced that she is going to tan and if she is seen and gets reported it's my fault. At that point I didn't care, I found fish. She sets up face down. Again, not every truck looked. Sometime if they did they would have xray vision through shrubs and trees. Others a quick glimpse as they passed the opening. Then the long stretches.
Several horns later she announced she wanted to roll over and lay on her back. I agreed. I'm focused. I look back after a horn and she's covering her tits. She covers when she hears trucks approaching. I shook my head which made her mad. At this point I didn't want to catch anymore fish. I wanted to save the spot for the tournament. We approached a long stretch where the road was open to the water. I asked why she was casual the day before. I don't recall her response but she said she wouldn't cover the rest of the day if I would leave. I didn't want to fish there anyway so agreed.
We rode around looking for additional fishing spots for some time. We had lunch on the water and talked. I did find out that she didn't mind being seen but only as an accident so no parking by bridges, roads or occupied anything. Just accidental passing while fishing.
That afternoon I went into the cove of the older gentleman with the intention of having a conversation but he was not there. A man mowing his yard got a look from distance. It seemed that my luck was not good to this point. Each cove I fished was either empty of fisherman or outside activity or when someone was passing or outside they got a good view of her pink butt cheeks and naked back. Before I head back to the boat ramp I pulled into a narrow cove to fish. I fish all the way to the back and turn to fish the opposite bank. I tell my wife when I finish that side we will head back. She responds by propping up leaning back on her hands. I smiled and said you better hope no one pulls in the cove in that position. Don't recall her response.
I'm slowly working my way back up the cove. We are talking as I fish. Each boat I could hear pass on the main lake I would joke, I think they are headed this way. She wouldn't move but listened till the sound passed. Then it happened. Not a bass boat or ski boat. I hear a small engine motoring towards us. I say this is definitely headed in this cove. She covers her tits. I just call her chicken. She says "fine", she lays down arms flat. Not long an older small rusty two man metal Jon boat rounds the bend. An older black gentleman is working the motor. He stops halfway up the cove and throws a concrete block out as an anchor. Baits up and starts bottom fishing for catfish. We are still a long way from him but this cove, the water is deep but maybe only sixty yards wide at best and he's anchored toward the middle.
My wife is laying tits up and whispered, did they turn around. I quietly said no, a man anchored and fishing up from us. She said, can he see me. I said, I don't think he even looked our way. She said hurry up and let's go. I laughed and said I have to fish this side. I believed she called me an asshole. I slowly worked my way up the cove. I could not tell at any point when he recognized that my wife was topless. He did watch us as I fished up the cove. As I approach his position he nodded at me and I did the same, at my current trajectory I will pass at thirty feet, really close. I did quietly say we are going to pass close.
I kept my path. My back was to that side and I decided I would just maintain trolling by. We slowly trolled right by as I fished. I would glance at him as I fished. He was wearing sunglasses but definitely locked in on my wife. That ten feet felt like two. We eventually rounded the bend and out of site. I periodically looked back and he was transfixed on my wife. Once out of site, my wife jumps up and puts on her t-shirt. She is talking so fast about how she could not believe she just did that. I thought she would be mad but rather she was talking excitingly about what transpired. I do remember most of our conversation as we motored back.
I told her other than glances I did not really look too much. She kept her eyes open behind her sunglasses. She said she watched him smiling and staring. She accused me of slowing as I passed but I didn't not intentionally if I did. She said after we passed she moved her head on the pillow and watched him watch her all the way till we were out of site.
I was amazed how excited she was back then about exposing herself to strangers. She also volunteered to attend future fishing trips to this lake. Hence, there's two other stories from pre-fishing two other tournaments. They are roughly the same but different situations that she actually wanted to do. Also, I finished ninth at the tournament which was good for me to be in the top ten. So, superstition set in. I encouraged her to go pre-fishing this lake so I would do better.
After recalling these events this may answer a few questions I had about current excitement on exposing. I may bring this up over the weekend to her.
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