Redheaded Step-daughter
While growing up the only one of my three stepchildren that wanted to go fishing was my youngest stepdaughter. The oldest daughter had no use for it as well as my stepson. Cheryl, the feisty redhead would beg to have me take her fishing, and that we did. She finally grew up, got married and found a husband that loves to fish, but only with his brother.
One day, the family was all together and we got to talking old times. Cheryl brought up how we used to go fishing together and what fun she had. She then asked when are we going to do that again?
At thirty-three years of age, she turned out to be a cutesy redhead with that coppery colored hair, white-white skin and freckles and the greenest eyes you've ever seen. After she gets off work she heads to the gym where she spends an hour-and-a-half working out, so she is well-toned, but has this round butt that makes my knees weak.
I told her I was ready to go fishing whenever she was. We could take a ride to the north end of the Keys. She got this excited look on her face and agreed it was a date. She checked her schedule and said Saturday was perfect. The others were invited, but nobody else wanted to go. Saturday it was. She would stay with us Friday night and we would leave early the next morning.
It was 3 AM, the alarm next to my bed sounded and I thought to roll over and go back to sleep, but I could hear the patter of her feet. She was up and getting ready. I reluctantly rose to my feet and headed to the bathroom where all my clothes for the day were laid out. The boat was packed the night before, a quick stop for bait and we were on our way.
We stopped for breakfast and we were finally pulling away from the boat ramp at the break of sunrise. The sun was coming up over the water, it was breathtaking. I opened the throttle and began cruising out to the reef. Shortly, the GPS alerted me that we had hit my fishing spot and I idled to where the tide and breeze would push us over the reef.
We got the fishing poles out and I began rigging them, putting bait on her hook. I turned to hand her the fishing rod and almost fell to my knees. I didn't know who this gorgeous girl in a bikini was that got in my boat. She had a pink baseball cap on with her strands of a red ponytail pulled through the hole in the back, sunglasses made for a movie star and a bikini that wasn't overly small, but it showed her rounded butt, and almost perfect figure off to a tee, SHE WAS HOT!
Cheryl went to the bow of the boat to fish while I remained towards the rear. She had just dropped her line over and she had a fish. She's screaming for me to help her, it was a dolphin and was giving her the time of her life. I went to help. She would lift the pole and reel down to the fish, as she did she would bend over giving me a perfect glimpse of her white freckled breasts.
She screamed at me to pay attention and get the net, all the time she was laughing. We landed the fish and laughed, she said she was pooped. We caught a few more fish, but the sight of her tits had caused an erection. For me that's not easy to hide, especially in an elastic waistband bathing suit. I stayed in the back to avoid her seeing my hard-on. We got into a school of yellowtail and she could handle bringing those up by herself.
After a few hours the sun was starting to heat up and she broke out the sunscreen since she's so light. She began rubbing it on her body and turned and asked me if I would rub some on her back. I sat on the seat in front of the center console and had her sit on a cooler with her back to me. I slowly began rubbing the sunscreen into her white smooth skin, reveling at the freckles across her shoulders. I guess I was in la-la land because she turned laughing telling me it was rubbed in enough.
We decided to move and try fishing in shallow water. I looked on my GPS and saw an inlet and bay. It was protected and appeared to be a perfect spot. We both broke open another can of beer. She came back to the console and sat on the bench seat next to me. I would glance over and notice her tits jiggling when we would hit a wave. She caught me looking and just smiled.
We finally reached this inlet, it was surrounded by mangroves, but unknown to me it was a popular location for boaters to park their boats and swim. We slowly eased in and there had to be 10 other boats. Cheryl handed me another beer and said look, pointing to a larger boat where there were several people, all were naked. I looked around and discovered this must be a nudist area. Everyone on each boat had no clothes on except Cheryl and I.
She looked at me and asked what we should do. I didn't know how to respond to my step-daughter. YES, I WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED MORE THAN ANYTHING! No – I couldn't tell her that. So I shrugged and asked her what she thought. She mentioned something about when in Rome do as the Romans do. She peeled off her T-shirt. 50 ft. from us there was a boat with four people in it. One of the fellows yelled for her to take it off slow.