When August arrives in Southwest Florida it consistently brings with it temperatures in the three digits. It brings daily afternoon downpours and a resulting humidity that causes the horizon to disappear into a steamy fog. If you are outside, whatever is not soaked from the storm, your sweaty body turns into a soggy sticky sponge. That's the bad side of living down here year-round.
The good part, actually the best part, is that you literally own the water, you own the beaches when all of those annoying snow birds are still far, far away, living it up in the cool seventies, way up there in Minnesota or up-state New York or some other place no one can bear come November.
I am, and I'm proud to say it, a Power Ball baby. That's right, In 2000, my mother, recently divorced from a drunken abusive father, paid five dollars for five lotto tickets and the following Saturday night she was suddenly worth twenty million and I could have anything I wanted, within reason. As it turned out, a $250,000 stilt house on Matlacha Island, my boat and a four thousand dollar a month allowance were all to be within what my mom considered reasonable. Yea for me.
I turned thirty-one last June, a six foot-one inch, one hundred and seventy pound string bean, proud of the only two things my father gave me, a full head of rusty red curly hair and a ten inch cock that is over weight and at perpetual attention.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon on August 26th and I was alone on my 18' skiff looking for Red Fish around the mangroves along Useppa Island. There was not another boat to be seen in any direction, the sky was full of blue with random cotton clouds around; about the best you can expect in the summer.
I was drifting a pinfish under a cork on the incoming tide, letting it float deep under the shade of the Mangroves, looking for a 30" trophy, maybe even a big Snook that would make my day for sure.
"Hold it right there mister." When the startle in my chest finally calmed from hearing the unexpected voice, I realized that it was a female speaking to me. When I turned to look up the shoreline, there was a new dock where I did not remember there being one and I fish this area year round. It ran a good hundred feet from solid ground, out through the brush to deep water. At the end was a new 10,000 pound boat lift and a 20' X 20' deck. In the center of the deck, lying on her stomach was a long tall beauty with slim legs, small tits and short mousy brown hair with streaks of blonde highlights.
She sported a neon orange bikini that prided itself on a serious conservation of material. Her ass crack was visible below a modest tramp stamp depicting a monarch butterfly in full flight. As I drifted nearer she stood and walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, letting her feet dangle off the edge. As my boat reached her she put her feet out to halt my drift and hold the boat against the dock.
"What are you doing bothering my fish?" she asked.
'Unfortunately, I don't seem to be bothering any of them today." I answered. "Maybe you scared them off; wearing very bright colors frighten fish you know."
"No." she said. "I didn't know that." She was remarkable, a great tan, perfect complexion, bright smile, green eyes and a look that only girls just out of high school can pull off. "Should I take them off, the bright colors? I wouldn't want to scare the fishes."
"Well," As I started to say, that would be a very environmental thing to do, I heard footsteps approaching along the boardwalk.
The footsteps turned into a woman in her late thirties, a mature but otherwise identical duplicate of the younger girl that was playing footsy with my boat. "Mom, I caught a pirate. I think he was planning to rob us, maybe take us hostage and demand a ransom or something."
She let the words, 'or something' float off like they were a completely separate statement.
"So you have." The woman was amazing, like mother like daughter. Her suit was only slightly more conservative and Spandex black. "I'm sorry." She said holding out two stemmed glasses containing what appeared to be white wine. She handed one to the girl. "I didn't know we were being invaded this afternoon." She said.
"I'm Kathryn but friends call me Kat. You've met my daughter, Anna?" she asked.
"Not in so many words." I offered. "I just arrived."
'Did you bring that with you or did she give it to you? She's bad about doing such things." Kat was pointeing toward my lap.
Until just then I was unaware of the excitement swelling inside my shorts but once I looked down, the newly developed tent was quite apparent. I was nude except for the shorts and sandals and a film of sweat coated my chest and arms.
I felt immediately uncomfortable, an emotion normally void in my behavior. I am usually a very confidant person and have no problems when I react to a beautiful woman as I was right now. The fact that there were two of them, mother and daughter, one that seemed so young, was a bit overwhelming.
"Not your fault. She does that a lot. Not her fault either, really. Just normal I guess." Kat was smiling at me. " Well look," she asked. "Do you plan to kidnap my daughter?"
I laughed. "I assure you, I'm not the brute she has made me out to be." I replied.
"Good." She said. "That said, then, Anna, don't let him lure you into his pirate ship. A man with a weapon like that could be dangerous." Kat turned and walked back up the walk toward land.
"Are you?" Anna was smiling and gently rocking the boat with her feet. "Dangerous?"
"Depends." I said. "You have anything worth taking?"
She reached down and picked up a rope off of the bow and leaned over and laced it around a cleat. "There, all tied up and no where to go."
She rose and stepped into he boat taking my hand to steady her. I stepped back, leaning against the center console and leaving her the bow all to herself. She reached behind her head and untied the top strap and then around her back and pulled the string for the lower strap and the bikini top fell to the deck. She did it so natural as if she was all alone and getting ready to step into a shower. She pulled the strings on either side of her hips releasing the bottoms and let them fall.
