Diane ducked underneath another tree branch. 'Fishing, he said. We'll rent a boat, he said.' Diane grumbled to herself. Here she was, following behind Kurt as they hiked to find his 'secret fishing spot' on Horsetail Lake.
"How much further?" she asked to the flannel clad man in front of her.
"Not much, maybe 10 more minutes?" Kurt called back to her.
Diane continued to grumble internally. Here she was, Chicago lawyer extraordinaire, wandering through the woods about an hour outside of Chicago, carrying a tackle box and two fishing poles, following a ballistics expert to his secret fishing spot. Ahead, Kurt carried a picnic basket, blanket, and a bag of who-knows what else. They'd parked on the road, grabbed their gear, and headed off for parts unknown, and that was 45 minutes ago. She had clients that needed her, partners that might call her, and here she was, schlepping to a lake to go fishing. Sure, she'd agreed in a moment of weakness, but was Kurt really worth…
"Oh Kurt!" she gasped as she looked around at their final destination, dropping her load of equipment. His secret fishing spot was a nice patch of green grass hidden among the trees and overlooking a gorgeous lake.
Kurt gave a smirk of satisfaction. He quietly laid out the picnic blanket, basket, and bag, picked up the fishing poles from the ground and proceeded to begin attaching a lure.
"Ok, ever been fishing?"
Diane laughed at him. "No, I can't say that they teach that at law school."
Kurt handed her the pole, and gave a few brief instructions. "Now, let's practice your casting. Think you can handle this pole?" He stood behind her, and placed his left hand on her hip, and held his right hand over hers as he taught her how to cast the pole. He had her reel it in and practice casting a few more times. Each time his left hand moved closer to her tummy, caressing her and he got even closer to her. By her fourth practice cast, his left hand was on her jeans button and his mouth was at her neck, kissing her.
She moaned "I don't think you're fishing Mr. McVeigh."
His right hand moved the zipper of her jeans down and began caressing her. "Oh, I'm fishing alright, just looking for some bait." His fingers slipped inside her panties, touching her intimately.
"And what are you going to do when you find that bait?" Dropping the pole to the ground, she reached behind her pulling him closer.
"I'm going to grab it and put it on my hook" was his gravely reply as his fingers pushed into her. She gasped at the welcomed intrusion.
"And your pole, is it ready to go fishing?" she asked as she turned away from the lake.
"It's getting there, just needs a little more attention."
"I think I can handle that." She took his hand and lead him over to the picnic blanket. She unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxer shorts down. "Oh yes, I can definitely handle this fishing pole."