Me: haha thanks Cam. Sorry I didn't respond, fish on the brain.
I put my phone back in my pocket and continue to have the worst luck. No catches, lost my favorite lure, and I left my beer in the car. I packed up as dusk began and loaded out to the car. As I'm cracking open a beer, I see Cam walking up to her car. I wave and say it's me.
Cam lit up, and bounced right over to me across the small lot. When I say bounced, I mean it in every sense. I had never seen her body before, and here she was in her Lululemon matching set. Small but round tits held in by an even smaller triangle top. Yoga pants clinging so tight, further accentuating her unreal waist to hip ratio. She definitely had work done head to toe, but it was done well. And now she was right there, and I had to act natural.
We got to chatting for a bit, sharing a couple beers. My girlfriend texted me to check in and I let her know I was still fishing. Cam looked over at my reply and said "Still fishing, huh?" and gave me side-eye. Before I could reply she was grabbing the poles out of my car demanding I show her how, saying how she didn't want me lying to my girlfriend. It was about to really start getting dark, but I had a flashlight. No harm in letting her try out a few casts before we lost all light.
The short walk down the path was silent. We both seemed to be enjoying the crickets chirping but really I was trying not to let my periodic dick twitches from glancing at her turn into full-blown hard-dick throbs. We get to my favorite little alcove that had a weathered old picnic table that no one ever used since the area was a bit overgrown. I started telling her that I will set up the line and show her how to cast, while digging through my tackle bag. I rambled on for a minute, when I finally looked up and saw her staring at me with a big smile, tits fully out of her top.
I couldn't form words. I was upset at her but also grateful. And my sweet angel girlfriend was texting me again letting me know what she made for dinner. Cam walked over and grabbed my phone, texting her as me, "Still fishing. Good thing I'm working up an appetite. Be home soon. Love you."
Setting the phone on the picnic table, she grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. These definitely weren't fake. Without thought, I rubbed my thumbs across her nipples and then took them in my mouth, one after the other. She sat back on the table and guided my hand down between her legs. At this point my cock was rock hard in my pants, my heart was racing, and I was so fucking mad at this bitch. I tried to be a good boyfriend, I tried to back out of this. She gave me no choice. This is what I told myself to justify ripping open this bitch's $120 leggings.
"What the fuck?!" she tried to yell at me, but before she could finish, my tongue was on her clit, turning her angry "fuck" into more of a "mmm fuuuuuck."
After quickly figuring out exactly what speed and pressure she likes, and teasing her until her clit was swollen and her pussy was soft and wet, I pulled away. I know she wanted to cum, but if some dumb slut is going to make me cheat on my girlfriend, the woman I want to marry, then I'm going to make it count and REALLY cheat.
"Take it out, see what you've done," I said, gesturing at my pants. She hopped down from the table and got on her knees in the dirt to undo my pants, but I wasn't about to let her suck my cock. My girlfriend, the love of my life, does it best. This plastic whore could never compare. So instead of letting her suck it I told her to stick out her tongue, letting her taste it and get my dick covered in her slobber. After it was all nice and drenched, I rubbed my spit coated dick all over her face, but focusing on the lips and eyes. I can't believe she showed up in full makeup. Might as well try to help her clean it off.
At this point it was really starting to get dark, and since she wasn't protesting at all, I wanted to finish the job and go home to my beautiful girlfriend and a hot meal. I help her up onto the table on her back. Her pussy was still glistening from my saliva and her juices. Pressing my cock against her swollen clit, I let her rub up and down until I finally slid inside her. We both let out moans but for slightly different reasons. Yeah it felt good for both of us, but I had rage behind mine. My kind and faithful girlfriend is at home making my favorite meal. And I'm here, massaging the inside of some vapid slut with my bare dick. Watching her perfect tits bounce with every thrust. My hands between her tiny waist and big hips, making those thrusts happen. Looking down at her soaked pussy choking my hard cock, exposed through her ripped yoga pants. Then back up at her face, her makeup smeared, her expression absolutely shocked.
