1. Sandy and Sherry Went down - Part 1


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Simmerdownchick, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    stronger than ever. "I'm really hungrey now!" Sherry said "Aren't you?" She smiled and squeezed Sandy's hand. "I'll bet I can catch us a fish!" Sandy bragged, considering herself a fairly decent fisherman. She and her dad went fishing several times when she was young, after her mother died. "I'll use the cargo net. Will you find some stuff to build a fire, we can use the bic lighter that's in the plane." Sherry wished for a moment that she had thought to do that last night, but shrugged it off. The cargo net was old and had some pretty big holes in it, but it would still work, thought Sandy, as she removed it from the storage compartment. She also got their bags out and set them down next to the wheels of what was left of her Cessna Piston. "Wish me luck! I'm gonna catch us some dinner, just like Survivor man!" and laughed. Sherry smiled and said, "Luck! I'll have a nice bonfire when you get back. I'm thirsty, do you think you can get us a couple beers while you're out there?" This made Sandy's smile fade a bit..they needed to find some fresh water. How the heck did this happen. "I'll keep my eyes open for a beer stand, but I might need drink tickets," she replied. "Nah. This isn't gay pride, maybe you can trade some sea shells for them." Sandy smiled and went to the shore, near the rocks. She found a semi shallow spot and tied each end of the net to some tall sticks, and stuck them in the soft, wet sand, just water deep. She was hoping a fish would swim into it and get stuck ...
    in the netting. While she was waiting, hoping for a catch, she decided to see if she could find a stream with some fresh water. As she walked further down the beach, there were some large boulders, and some rocks. Behind them, she heard the voices of men. She climbed the rocks carefully, peeking over. There were four of them, with a small motor boat and they were busy digging a hole. She hid behind the rocks and watched for a few minutes. She wanted to run up and say, "Boy am I glad to see you guys!" But, something about them raised red flags all over the place. There was an older man that seemed to be in charge. "Make sure the hole is deep enough, and not too close to the water, you dumb ass! If you put it there, the tide will eventually wash it up!" She could hear their words plainly, as if they were carried to her on the wind. The younger men, seemed to range between the ages of seventeen to twenty-two. There were four of them, and the older guy who was maybe forty-five. "God dammit Roger! Can't you even dig a damn hole without fucking it up?!" "Sorry, it's hard to keep the sand from filling it back in... " Roger explained. The older guy stared at him, which was enough, because Roger and the two other men, moved to dry land further up a bit, and continued digging. After about thirty minutes, they got a rolled up carpet out of the boat and all four men took it and threw it in the hole. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Sandy said to herself, and ducked down behind the rocks. ...
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