Fishing Expedition
by Pete Marchesi
Fishing Expedition
Sex… while I think about it. Is not available. I look at a young woman. And my face fills with despair. And now that I have become too old, it is a real sorrow in me. I never had any children. I am a fisherman.
I own a camper. It is not much of a camper. A van, more or less. It works. It gets me places. If I want to go places. Otherwise it just sits there… looking at me. Today is such a day I guess. But I have a surprise for it. And I fill it up. And am off.
I am half-way down the road, when it breaks down. I don’t know what is wrong with it. I know very little about cars. Even less about sex.
I call Triple A. To see what they can do. They’re coming. They’re coming. I have to wait half an hour. The guy tells me it has to go into the shop. He fiddles around with it. And says it will last a few days. I am honored. And start it up.
Vroom. I am off!
I have been planning this fishing trip for quite a while. The name of my camper is Fred. He is a good old geezer. And has taken me many places. I once went from Los Angeles to New York. And back. It was fixed.
I am surprised it was. I thought I’d run it into the ground. The guy charged me twenty bucks.
I am on the road. I am going to head East to Salt Lake City. I want to see the place. It is night. I am open to picking up hitch hikers. Especially if she is young and looks good. I am driving 6 hours. Though a canyon and some…long flat road. It takes some time to get there. And it starts raining. A terrible rain. I can hardly see through the windscreen. I am hunched over the steering wheel. Hoping not to have an accident. My left light keeps flickering. I keep thinking it will go out. I see this hitch hiker. She is sopping wet. And I stop for her. She is pretty and young.
He name is Annabel. She is Indian. I don’t know where she comes from. She says she is Navajo. I look at her face. Pretty. My left light is still shuddering. I can’t concentrate on her. It is a dream come true. She stops me. Somewhere. It is pelting with rain. I ask her if she wants to get some sleep.
It is pretty warm in the back of the camper. We go to have a look. I open the door. Water comes pouring out.
She leaves.
My heart is broken. She just disappears into the night. My heart was gyrating already. Water had somehow come through the roof. I get in the front and huddle there. It is cold. Where did that woman go? It is morning.
And here she comes… She says hi. There are some people with her and they help me clean out the water.
Utah is a pretty place. There are beautiful mountains and miles of roads. They say fishing is good here. I check my stuff.
I have a pretty good freshwater fishing rod and some good lures. But, I need some worms. That will work best. The Indians have led me to a small lake. They say it will be good there. And they leave me there.
Where am I going to get the worms? The ground is pretty fertile. So, I put some newspapers on the ground. The worms come up out of there. I don’t know why. Till that time, I am fishing with the lures. After about ten minutes, I hook into a monster. It takes just about all my line. It takes me 25 minutes to bring it in. It is a beautiful Trout.
I make a small fire with some dry wood. I am eating food today! That Indian woman was sharp. It was real nice for her to come back for me. It is what is called… hospitable.
I wondered what she was doing on the road like that. In Colorado I came upon an Indian woman walking. I gave her some shoes. She wanted no more help than that. I went to see if the worms were coming up yet. No luck. It occurs to me, I have to keep the ground covered with the newspapers the night. The whole night.
I make do and prepare the fish. It is maybe a 6 pound fish. Beautiful. With the pink on it’s sides. And silver underneath. I almost got laid.
If the water was not flooding the van, I don’t think she would have said no.
I peel the skin off. And get some butter. And put it in the pan. I fry it. Mmm. After a while I am pretty full. And night is coming. I feel uneasy. There is no moon. And I am sure I hear a Bear. Or could it have been a Mountain Lion. I don’t know. I check to see if the camper starts. It does. I wait a bit.
It was a pretty good day.
And I get on the road again. My plan is to make a left at Salt Lake City thereabouts. And head North. I want to get to Spokane and then make a left. And see what the Salmon fishing is about. Pretty soon I am crackling through Salt Lake City. There is a huge chunk of salt there. Lying right next to the City. They call it a Salt Pan. There are quite a few about. My mattress is wet. Sodden. I will sleep on it anyway.
By now, I am earnestly looking for hitch hikers. I don’t believe my luck. But nothing came of it. I am never insistent.
Dang! I forgot to get the worms. I am on the road, heading North. I come to a beautiful town, called Missoula. There are tons of trees there. My trip takes sharp turn. My car will not go. It is switched off. Just sitting there. It will cost a fortune to fix.
I cannot return. I am on holiday. And I don’t want to go home and just sit in my house. What am I going to do in Missoula? I rent a room.
The motel is this huge monstrosity. There are no hitch hikers. But the daughter of the landlord is cute. She has black hair. It is completely black. And there is a lot of it. At times it covers her face. She has pretty eyes. Always wide open. Her arms were sleek and long. Her legs were dynamite. She spoke with a lisp. It was very attractive. How was I going to pay for the van?
I spoke to the mechanic and called it off. I was just going to put a sign on it and sell it. As is.
I could probably get something for it. I set the van in a good spot and put my phone number on the for sale sign. Racine invited me out. I was a lucky guy. I do not know why she did it. We decided to go.
She said there was a Fair in town and that I would enjoy it. She drove a Mercedes Benz. Not bad. I was cheerful. Pretty soon I was touching her hair. And her neck. She called me off. There was something irresistible about her. Beautiful.
Sexy. We hardly spoke. And I put my hand on her thigh. It was warm. She was pretty. She wore a dress.
It was easier then.
She said she had changed her mind and was going to head back. I could not think of fishing right then. Or anything. I kept my hand glued to her thigh. I was feeling so hot.
We arrived.
She moved slowly out… of the Mercedes. I followed her. I did not care where. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and we walked… We somehow got to my motel room. And she turned and gave me a look. And a peck on the cheek.
I drew her down to the ground with my hand at the back of her head. She began whimpering. She said I was so strong. I could feel my cock as hard as a nail. I unzipped my pants and let it out. She just stared.
Why are you so silent? I said.
I do not know why. She replied. And let me put it in her mouth. She sucked slowly. Whimpering and shuddering. I asked to see her pussy. She stood up. And pulled back her dress. She had panties on. She turned around and took them slowly off. I felt pretty good.
She leant over and spread her cheeks. I said out loud. What a pretty sight. I put my finger on her anus hole. I wanted to kiss her there. But I thought she would get a fright. I slid my finger in and out. In and out. Dear girl. Do not be frightened. I’m going to… fuck you. Don’t be scared, little girl. You can call me daddy if you want.
Dead daddy… She squealed and giggled. You going to fuck me daddy? I am so warm inside daddy. My cunt is… hot!
I was feeling pretty good by now. I turned her around and placed my cock in her mouth… again. She continued to be excruciatingly slow. And I reveled in it. My cock seeping precum. Which she just sucked off.
It became quicker and quicker. Harder and harder. She began to growl. I could not wait to cum.
We heard a sound.
And she went away. Hi, I said to the landlord as he came in. Have you seen my daughter, he asked. I said I did not know he had… a daughter. He laughed and left.
I went to bed. And lay there, thinking… I suppose the Fair was alright.
What was I going to do? I was on vacation. But, what a piece of luck.
It was early in the morning. I heard a knock. It was her. Racine, I said. It’s about time. You daddy needs you.
Yes, daddy.
She took… off the clothes. I could see her tits. They made me hard. And her gentle voice. It lulled me into a trance. For some reason my hips were gyrating. I had nothing on. And began to dance for her. I was watching her tits and sticking my cock up in the air and dancing around. And around her. I went into a torpor and grabbed her, by her hair. She squealed, and I turned her back to me. And stuck it in.
Her ass.
She twisted abound and said to me. Yes daddy fuck me in the ass. His baby girl wants him… to cum in her ass. Yes my baby daddy. Yes my baby daddy.
Mmm. I came. It was like splitting the heavens. My head exploded with… fever. And my body jerked. All the cum went up inside of her anal hole.
She kissed me. And fled.
I decided to hit the road. I did not want to see that landlord. I was hitch hiking. I had a backpack and a sleeping bag. As well as one fishing rod. My favorite. The rest of my stuff I pawned. Got thirty dollars for the lot. And 200 bucks for the camper. The fishing expedition was not done. All I needed was some pretty young thing to stop for me.
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