“Now how could I deny such a beautiful plea like that?” I asked, with a chuckle. “But we don’t have a net, so we’ll have to use our hands. Which is a completely different technique.”
“That’s fine with me,” she said. “What do we need?”
I took my shirt off my back and watched her eyes wander over my form. I loved it when she did that. Eyed me down like a piece of meat she wanted to devour with her lips. I never could understand why men hated that. Why men didn’t enjoy being stalked by a beautiful woman until she had her hands on him. I scooted myself behind Michelle and held my shirt out for her, then I hunched over her and felt her hunch along with my body.
“Okay. Since we know where the entrance is, there are two things we have to do. We have to cover the hole with my shirt and we have to have a force that sends them in that direction,” I said.
“Okay. Am I covering the hole?” Michelle asked.
“Yes. Hold my shirt at both ends like that—that’s right. Like that. Then dip it into the water and leave a little lax in the middle so they can pile up.”
“Shouldn’t we plug the other end or something?”
“I’m going to force some water with my hand into the other opening to their hideout, and it’ll force them out into my shirt. But you have to make sure they don’t slide out of the side. They’re almost impossible to catch once they’re loose in the water.”
“Got it. Plug the sides, lax in the middle,” she said.
“Here, let me help you get it into the water without disturbing them.”
I slid my hands down her arms and felt her hold back a shiver. My hips pressed into her rounded ass while we dipped our hands underneath the water. We moved at a snail’s pace, trying not to disturb them as we got my shirt situated. I was so close I could lay my lips across the nape of her neck. Tease her and please her until she was cumming against my body.
But instead, I leaned over her and reached my arm out, steadying it at the back exit to the small cave.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” Michelle said.
I drew my hand back and pressed water into the hole and suddenly the world was filled with Michelle’s giggles. I gave one more puff of water before I pulled my hand back, watching as some of the crayfish escaped through the exit anyway. I looked over at Michelle as she slipped around on the rock, and I quickly got back behind her and held her hips steady. The bubble of my shirt was massive, so I reached down and helped her to get it out of the water.
There had to have been fifteen or twenty crayfish in that fucking thing.
“We did it!” she exclaimed. “They’re a lot bigger than I thought they would be.”
We raised my shirt out of the water, allowing it to pour over the sides. I reached in and grabbed one of them, then held it up so Michelle could get a good look at it. Her eyes danced around it as if she had never seen one before, and it was in that moment that I understood why she was so eager to learn.
Because she hadn’t ever experienced something like this before.
It made me wonder what her childhood had been like.
“Oh my gosh!”
Suddenly, my shirt dropped into the river and Michelle went stumbling forward. I dropped the crayfish I was holding and reached out for her, but not soon enough. She went tumbling into the river with her eyes wide and her body swept under by the current.
Reaching under, I fisted her shirt before quickly pulling her to the surface.
I expected her to be upset. Scared. Angry, even. But instead, she busted out in a fit of laughter as I helped her back onto her feet. She dripped with water from head to toe and her clothes were clinging to her. Her hair spilled down her back and her skin glistened with trails of water that ran down the beautiful curves of her body.
“It clicked at me!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s claws,” she said, as she brought her hand to her mouth. “It clicked at me.”
I joined her in her laughter before her eyes connected with mine.
“Well, if I’m all wet—”
“No. Don’t.”