<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br/></div><br/>When the line tugged at Arlene's fishing rod, Jim set aside his confusion and sprang to action to help her catch the fish by helping her hold onto the pole.  But when his hands touched hers, Jim shifted gears and pulled the line in with his bare hands.  When the fish was finally aboard, it made such a fuss splashing about that poor Arlene got all wet.  It was hard for Jim to look at Arlene because her wet shirt clung to her swollen bosom in such a way that it incensed him with lust.<br/><br/>"... Yeah..." Jim said as he tried to avert his gaze from Arlene's breasts.   "A fine trout, too."<br/><br/>Jim wanted to say something else but he didn't know what to say.  He watched her as a desperate forlorn man who longed to touch her again but couldn't.  And he did not move until she disappeared into the lower deck.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>Jim had not been in Arlene's room before, but he now found himself standing at her door.  She had not shut the door behind her and so he got merely a glimpse of her lovely figure before she turned her back to him.  He had come down to talk to her.  To explain himself.  To tell her how meaningful her little gesture had been and how it had impacted him.  But she was just standing half-naked now.  He stared at her spine as he wondered what to do.  She had not yet noticed that he was standing there.  He felt like he was intruding.  He felt dirty.<br/><br/>Jim coughed into his hand to get Arlene's attention.  But instead of saying anything when she turned to look at him, Jim entered the room, approached her, and wrapped his large arms around her.  His hands fell to her thick waist, and he lifted her hips up so that her legs wrapped around his own waist.  He then pressed her against the wall, pushing his upper body against hers.  He could feel her warm breasts against his chest.  He then slowly brushed his rough lips against hers.  Then, pushing his forehead lightly against hers, he said:   "... I'm sorry... I overreacted.  I'm... I've..."  Then he softly kissed her again -- barely stroking her lips with his.