8 comments/ 195624 views/ 32 favorites Jan Goes Camping By: turngreen Jan and I have always enjoyed the outdoors - hiking, biking, and camping as often as we could given our generally busy and certainly too hectic lives. So given an opportunity to escape reality for a few days into the California hills, we both eagerly set to the task of planning and coordinating and ensuring we could be missed for a few days at our respective offices. We both work in the software industry and while well-compensated, we mostly long to do other things as the hours are long and the output often not so tangible. Neither of us mind long hours actually, but long hours puzzling through often complex and regularly obscure problems easily fosters a sense of "the grass must be greener somewhere else." But our planned escape to the wilds was intended to cure this itch – or at least distract us for awhile. We live in the city, commute to the valley, but escape to the Monterey Peninsula and Big Sur. Big Sur attracts us given its otherworldly atmosphere and varying terrain and we decided to head first to the coast and then up into the hills. We often stay at the Big Sur Campground adjacent to the river and nestled in the redwoods. It is a quiet and private enclave great as a jumping-off point for our other plans – day trips to Andrew Molera and Pfeiffer Big Sur. Our gear ready and the jeep loaded, we headed south along the coast, deciding on the more scenic route along Highway 1. Hoping to arrive by late afternoon, we were in no particular hurry and sought to keep a relaxed tempo to our four-day weekend. I eagerly anticipated the days ahead of us relaxing around the campground with a fire and a bottle or two (or three) of a quality cab. A good wine can be a catalyst for fun and adventure and a good cab in a magical place like Big Sur the medium by which we transport ourselves towards our fantasies. It was a pleasant and sunny day as we left the fickle weather of the city behind. We enjoyed the sun shining into the jeep, the top down to capture as much warmth as we could. Jan was radiant in the hazy, coastal-tempered sunlight, her long red hair tangled up in (blue) the wind. She wore her sleeveless white blouse and low-cut tan shorts, the sort that would be hip-huggers if they were long pants. The pants accentuate her curvy hips and rounded bottom in a sexy way I find cute. And given the breeze, her shirt lifted and billowed around her firm, small breasts and erect nipples distracting me while I tried to focus on driving. Jan has breasts that are full and round, tipped by pert, pink nipples that are easily aroused and sensitive. She enjoys playful pinching and careful biting when we make love and rougher play when near orgasm. I reached over and playfully pulled at a nipple, through the thin material, and cupped her rounded breast firmly. Jan enjoys being controlled and she received this unannounced and firm grasp with a flush, a smile and a tense, quick gasp. I opened her shirt, unclasping those buttons which hadn't already lost their struggle to protect her modesty. Her shirt sides fluttering about her, her breasts now were sunlit and exposed to the world, an erotic beauty comfortable in her partial nudity. I pulled off the highway at a private turnout though the road was quiet with little traffic. "And what are we doing here?" Jan asked as I turned off the car and opened my door. I came around to her door, which by now she had opened, and I think it was obvious why I stopped as my erection boldly proclaimed by interest (and need). I brushed my hand across her stomach and held her hip as I leaned into her kiss, my other hand behind her neck. She responded openly and eagerly, reaching under my shorts and encouraging my hardness, stroking up and down with passion. I reached between her legs pulling her up and towards me by covering her mons and cupping. Despite the cloth, I could sense her wetness and the spread of her vulva. "Not here," she said pushing my hand away and breaking the embrace. "I want to wait for tonight." "I'm not sure I can wait," I responded still trying to catch my breath and painfully struggling to fit back into my shorts. "Why don't I drive for awhile?" Jan offered. "You can take care of business while I watch," she playfully proffered. My struggles to contain my excitement were lost as I sprung loose again and poked her in the side. "Hey, don't hurt me –or yourself; the weekend is just starting." she She left her shirt open as she climbed from the jeep, walking around the front to the driver's side, waving cheerfully at a passing car to the young couple staring in surprise. I buckled in and wasted no time in "releasing the pressure" and held myself firmly, head pointed skyward. As she drove south, I masturbated while watching her smile and glance my way, her nipples again erect in the wind. With an abandon I seldom feel, I stroked myself, losing track of the world around me and I came with a bursting sensation, my cum hitting the dash, my shirt, and lap. As I regained my composure I saw that Jan was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other pinching and pulling her nipples. Fortunately for us both, the road was straight and nearly empty and our little play came to an end. "Thanks for the show!" she teased. "Thanks for the audience!" I retorted. Funny thing is though that in practice Jan is much more of the exhibitionist and I am much more of the voyeur. Take a break sometime and read about our visit to the bar in "Jan's Night Out" and you'll see what I mean. We both settled down and as we neared Santa Cruz decided to change our attire to more of a PG-13 fashion for the remainder of the cruise through Monterey and into Big Sur. The campground was mostly empty when we arrived and we were able to pick our favorite site, nearly hidden within a secluded grotto of redwoods towards the back of the facility. The site was tucked behind an enormous granite boulder and adjacent to a quiet stream that meandered through the campground towards its confluence with the Big Sur River. Our grotto was shared with just one other site which had not been taken. Both sites share a common fire pit and picnic table as I suspect the location is generally used by groups camping together. Redwood forests have a cathedral ambience and the quiet insulation of the pine needle forest bed gives one a sense of peace and isolation. Our private escape amplified this condition, cocooning us in our own small world. Not wasting any time, we unloaded the jeep and began our camp construction, orienting the tent towards the pit and table so that we could enjoy a late night campfire. While setting up our "kitchen" and prepping for our spaghetti dinner, another car snuck around the boulder and pulled into the neighboring site. Two young men of about our age emerged from the car and with a friendly wave and polite hello asked if they could share the grotto. "No problem," Jan replied warmly and I would say even eagerly as she eyed our new friends with what I would describe as an appraising measure. "My name's Derek and this is my roommate Mike," Derek added, extending his hand to Jan. "Hi Derek and Mike. I'm Jan and this is my husband Eric," accepting Derek's hand in hers warmly. "It will be nice to have company this weekend. We both enjoy fireside chats and sharing our wine. Hope you both like good cab?" "I'd never say no to a fine wine with a pretty woman," flirted Mike. Surprised at the flirtation, I bantered back, "well it's good that we brought plenty and we like to share," surprised at my own suggestive reply. Derek and Mike didn't seem to hear the other meaning though Jan smiled at me quickly and with a wink of her eye told me she liked our new friends. We finished our campground chores and decided to go for a trail run in the afternoon sun. Jan changed into her running shorts and shirt in the tent while I changed at our car. It was fairly warm and Jan emerged from the tent in her running bra and high-cut nylon shorts and sat at the table to stretch her legs. I was sitting on the ground working the kinks out my ankles and knees and noticed that as she pulled her leg up towards her chest to stretch her hamstrings, her nylon shorts pulled noticeably aside, letting the sun warm the edges of her neatly trimmed red pubic hair. The voyeur in me stared, trying to not get too aroused but when I saw that Derek had noticed her opening, I struggled to maintain my composure. I don't think Jan was intending to put on a show but she had a similar effect on Derek as she was having on me as I could see a slight swelling in his shorts. On the other hand, her nipples were visible through her top and it may have been that she was excited by her exposure. Stretching finished we loped off the trail up into the neighboring hills and ran for 45 minutes at a reasonable pace. Running is a great escape and keeps us both fit. And a quickie sex romp in the bushes in the middle of scenic run can be lots of fun. But we kept our hands to ourselves today, returning to the campsite sweaty and out of breath. And while I don't think she was sexually aroused, Jan's nipples stood out prominently through her sweat soaked top as she walked around the grotto to cool down. After water and recovery, Jan announced she was going to take a nap and get some sun laying a towel on the pine needles near the picnic table. While face down, she tugged her top off over hear head keeping her breasts hidden beneath her, closing her eyes and relaxing. While I read my book, she fell asleep in the afternoon sun. After a bit, I decided to walk down to the river and reconnoiter a swimming hole we had used in years past. I spent a half hour throwing rocks in the water and looking for fish before heading back to the campsite. As I came around the boulder, I noticed that Jan in her sleep had rolled onto her side facing towards the table with her arm draped along her body and her breasts fully exposed. Derek and Mike were both sitting and reading, Derek at the table and Mike on a small rock but both faced her and I could see as I approached quietly that they spent as much time appraising her nipples as they did on page turning. "Hey guys," I said quietly as I walked up. "Hey Eric," Derek replied, "Sorry about your wife but we didn't know what to do." "No problem, she wouldn't care," I shared. Perhaps sensing the conversation, Jan drowsily rolled onto her back and began a groggy climb back to the waking world. In that sleepy, still dreaming state, she rubbed her breast and a nipple before realizing where she was. With a start, she covered both breasts and stood quickly. "Ooops!" she started. "I guess I fell asleep. Sorry!" A chorus of "no problems" followed as we all somewhat clumsily looked the other way while she dashed for the tent. The tent fly opened a few minutes later with Jan in her bikini bathing suit with a towel and shower items. I love her suit – both the bottoms and top tie at the sides and it is definitely on the skimpy side, just perfectly forming around her breasts and accentuating her round hips and shapely bottom. She sauntered off to the showers while I started dinner. I chopped onions and garlic, and begin a slow sauté with tomatoes while opening a first bottle of wine. A bit of spice and an occasional stir and a pleasant aroma wafted through the glen after a short time. I was into my second glass when Derek decided that with Jan in the showers maybe it would be okay to change clothes over near their tent beyond the table but not more than 20 feet away. With his back towards me he didn't notice Jan return and sit at the table, helping herself to my wine. He had his shirt over his shoulders and bent to pull his shorts down and we both couldn't help but notice he wore no briefs. As he turned slightly we both saw that he was well endowed. I looked over to Jan to see that she stared openly with a bit of an admiring grin on her face. "Whoa! When did you come back?" Derek exclaimed as he turned and grabbed for clothes to cover his exposure. "Not soon enough" my wife joked as she turned and gave him some bit of privacy. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize you were there. I hope you aren't angry." "Not at all. If you've seen one you've seen them all," she quipped. "Although....." she remarked, her voice trailing off until only I could hear, "...you are hung like a horse!" Derek dressed while Jan put the noodles on and before long we were all sitting around the camp table eating spaghetti, drinking wine and whiskey, and laughing about nudity, flashing, and accidental exposures. By this time we were well into our third bottle of wine between the four of us and no doubt we were each feeling intoxicated from both the drink and the conversation. Mike suggested a campfire and he and I went in search of dry deadfall and kindling while Derek and Jan stayed behind to clean the table and wash plates and such. Mike and I searched the bushes and nearby hillside and could hear Jan and Derek back at the campsite laughing and joking. It sounded as if Jan was teasing Derek about showing us his "noodle" earlier and he was countering with Jan tanning her red tomatoes while sleeping. From my vantage on the hillside, I came around a bush and could see clearly down towards the table some 25 yards away or so. I couldn't hear them well but from their laughing and teasing it was clear they were having fun flirting. Jan threw a noodle at Derek, striking him right across the face, the noodle draped over his nose. Yelling revenge, he chased Jan around the table, catching her from behind, his arms draped around her at chest level trying to stop her. Legs entwined, they both tripped and fell as Jan struggled, twisting and turning as they hit the ground with Jan landing on top of Derek. Not letting up, Jan seemed to be tickling Derek who in a reflexive reaction, swatted and grabbed at her trying to get her arms but instead finding both breasts in his hands. A bit surprised, they both froze – Derek with two hands full of my wife's soft, braless breasts restrained only by her flimsy, low-cut tank-top. And Jan just looking at him, I think trying to decide what to do. After what seemed an eternity but was probably more like 10 seconds, Jan leaned forward and kissed Derek quickly on the lips before jumping to her feet. I think this unintentional quickening of their mutual sexual impulse, must have caught them off-guard and they went back to actually finishing the chore of cleaning. The show over, and after I found Mike, we returned to camp with our collection of wood, twigs, sticks, and assorted pine cones and quickly had a fire roaring in the pit. The evening was very comfortable so we didn't really need the fire, but what would camping be without a fire? We opened a fourth bottle of wine and settled around the fire, me next to Jan and Derek on her other side. Jan walked the bottle around refreshing each of our glasses. I noticed that when she poured, she would lean into the person, offering a clear view down the front of her top. As I was able to clearly see her nipples I can only assume Derek and Mike could as well. She settled next to me and held my hand in the glow of the fire and we all sat quietly, enjoying the wine and gazing into the flames. After awhile, Derek and Mike announced they were going to walk over to the river and would be back in a bit. After they had passed the boulder, Jan and I moved our chairs so we could look out of the grotto and began kissing and petting. I quickly had her tongue in my mouth, exploring and playfully wrestling my tongue. We kissed for quite awhile, each finishing a glass of wine before our hearts were pounding so hard and fast it seemed we could hear the echo in the grotto. My hand was on her knee and slowly advanced along her thigh and into her loose shorts, finding no panties and a wet pussy. I traced along the outline of her vulva and ran my fingers through her hair before lightly running a fingertip vertically from top to bottom over her clitoris and between her engorged lips before entering her. Her hand had similarly moved into my shorts and had my cock raging hard and out of the pant leg where she stroked me with a firm grasp and an aggressive pace. She and I both panted and moaned loudly enough I am sure that should anyone approach our campsite, they would hear us long before they saw us. Before long, I grabbed her hand, forcing her to stop so I could catch my breath and not cum all over myself. Sensing I was close, Jan paused but only long enough to kneel in front of me and suck me into her mouth and down her throat. She swirled her tongue up and around me, stopping with my cock head alone in her mouth while she sucked a vacuum-like enclave for me, loudly slurping and sucking wildly. I caught a small movement beyond the boulder and saw that Derek and Mike had returned and must have heard our passion and had hidden behind a bush where they had a good view of my wife sucking me. I didn't let on that I had seen them nor did I tell Jan, but with an audience watching my eager wife blow me, I knew I would cum soon. Jan plunged my dick deep into her throat, holding me there for seconds before lifting her head out of my lap to grab a breath before sucking again. "That feels fantastic!" I told her, "Should I cum now or wait for later?" "Cum in my mouth honey," Jan instructed, "and cum a lot." "Oh god...here I cum....unngggh!," as I blasted into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She gulped willingly and swallowed each burst continuing her in and out motion. Sucking, she quickly emptied me before tidily wiping around the edges of her mouth and tucking me back into my shorts. We straightened up our clothes and moved back into our seats to "wait for Derek and Mike" to return. After a few minutes they returned to camp and sat down again, this time passing the whiskey bottle for short shots. It burned but felt good, calming my racing heart after Jan's magic touch. Jan teased that the shot had a funny taste, almost salty. She winked at me assuming it was a private little moment shared between us, but I could see that Derek and Mike smirked a bit as well. If she only knew she had performed admirably for both me and them, she might be blushing a bit. It was somewhat late by now and I was post-drink, post-sex drowsy and headed towards the tent. "Good night all," I said sleepily, "I'm going to hit the sack." "Do you mind if I stay up for awhile longer?" Jan asked innocently. "Sure – just don't wake me up when you come to bed," I joked. I opened the tent and climbed inside my sleeping bag oriented towards the opening and partially zipped the door. My intent wasn't to watch as much as it was to hope for a cooling breeze. But I do enjoy watching Jan! Mike put some music on and they all had one or two more shots of whiskey and before long, Jan and Derek were dancing beside the fire. He had his hands on her hips and they were swaying back and forth, her hands on his chest. From time to time, Mike would stand and Jan would be traded to a new partner, easily melting into each of their arms, back and forth for quite some time. She was plainly enjoying herself as were they and when the music slowed while it was Derek's turn, I wasn't surprised as she and he let their bodies collapse against one another, her breasts against his chest, their groins together as they slowly moved back and forth. With little hesitancy, he looked down at her and pulled her face into his and they began to kiss deeply and passionately, she returning his approach with equal fervor. As they kissed, they ground their hips together; dry fucking, his erection visibly straining his shorts as he pushed it into her crotch. Derek by now had run his hands up under the sides of her shirt and was pulling and twisting her breasts and nipples, evoking brief cries and gasps from Jan. He continued his massage and deftly lifted her shirt up over her head and off her shoulders so she now stood dancing, naked to the waist while Derek bent and kissed her nipples with Mike sitting on the table watching. Her sensitive nipples betrayed her and she moaned and cried loudly, as he roughly sucked as much breast as he could into his mouth. Derek's other hand had drifted from her hip and was now pulling aside the waistband of her shorts and plunged down her front, appearing to quickly grasp her cunt. Wasting no time, he pulled her shorts down to her knees, fingering her deeply with his arm around her back as she arched and cried out loudly, cuming on his fingers. I could tell she had approached the edge and gone over as she grunted loudly, doubling over forward into Derek, clawing at his back, trying to pull his hand and body up into her sopping wet pussy. Jan Goes Camping Ch. 02 {Author's note: Remember, it's just a fantasy} I awoke the next morning to Jan stirring, her leg still draped across me and her sloppy and well used pussy, practically glued to my leg. Still groggy, I reflected on the past evenings events, and soon felt a familiar stirring between my legs. What a crazy night – my wife enflamed with passion, or was it fueled by wine? In either case, I enjoyed watching my wife play and flirt. The fingers grasped loosely around my swelling appendage, were my first clue that Jan was waking. My second was the slow, deliberated grinding of her crotch against my hip and leg. "Starting the morning with a bang, are we?" I joked. "No such luck loverboy", she replied, deflating my ego and my manhood! "I'm planning a long hot shower and a gentle scrub of my lady parts! I think I have some cleaning to do. Do you still want to head to the beach today?" "Sounds good to me", I answered, "let's pack some wine and food and stay the day. I wonder if we can have a fire at the beach? We could watch the sunset." "I'd like that – if you'll pack our picnic, I'll go wash", she agreed and crawled from the tent still naked. I watched as she gathered her clothes from the picnic bench and our chairs. Even from here I could see here matted and tangled pussy hair as she bent to retrieve each item. Her distended and swollen lips clear indicators of last nights romp. Derek and Mike still seemed to be sleeping so alas, I was an audience of one. Though I think in her relaxed and unassuming way, walking nude about the campsite was just her way of getting her belongings together and not a show, but I liked to think she hoped we were all watching. Her nubby, pert pink nipples, jutting plainly from the tip of each breast, signaled clearly to me her arousal, but beneath that fantasy, I am sure it was simply the cool, damp morning air. Returning to the tent, she gathered her shower bag and change of clothes, and wrapped modestly in a towel, left for the showers. Knowing she was exposed beneath that towel only strengthened my raging hard-on. Struggling to avoid the temptation to stroke myself, I dressed and set about preparing for our day. While packing food and drink, Derek emerged from his tent and sat at the table, scratching his head and rubbing his eyes, clearly still sleepy. "Wow, did we really do what I think we did last night?" he asked innocently. "That and more my friend. Much, much more," I replied smiling, attempting to put him at ease as to any hard-feelings I may have over his and Mike's use of my wife. "Are we all okay?" he inquired carefully. "I think so. Let's write it off to the wine and good company. Casual sex isn't our thing but we do enjoy letting our inhibitions fall and neither Jan nor I are ashamed of our bodies and certainly I enjoy sharing her". "Well thanks for sharing her with us last night. I must have dreamed of it all night as I woke with a morning woody that may have set a record of some sort" Derek laughed. "Well if you hurry, Jan is in the showers. Maybe she can help you relieve the pressure. No promises though as she looks a bit ragged after the pounding she took from the three of us." And with hardly a reply, Derek leapt from the table pausing only long enough to grab a towel, running towards the shower as Mike crawled from their tent as groggy as Derek had only moments before. I only chuckled as he sat down in Derek's place. "We're headed to the beach for the day. What are your plans?" I probed. "I think we are headed towards the hills to hike and Derek said something about some trees he wanted to photograph. I could use the walk though I'm not much interested in photography. I think we'll be back this afternoon. Will you and Jan be around?" he wondered hopefully. "Our plans are to stay and watch the sunset at the beach, so we likely won't be back until after dark. But maybe we can have a nightcap around the fire if we aren't too drained from a day in the sun," I answered, leaving him with some hope of a repeat of last night though truthfully, I was leaving it up to Jan. Finding two towels, and our bathing suits, I stuffed a small backpack with our provisions for the outing. After heating some water on our camp stove and a quick shave, I retrieved my boots from the tent and sat and laced them for the hike. Our intended beach was a mile or so hike from a small parking area, through scrub oak and coastal vegetation. The morning chill had softened in the 30 minutes since Jan meandered to the showers, so shorts and tank tops were the order of the day. As I tied my boots, I could see Jan and Derek returning, walking side by side with silly expressions on their faces suggesting that Derek had indeed gotten what he wanted. Still wrapped in her towel, Jan looked radiant in the morning sun, her curly read hair draped over her shoulders. "Hi honey," she said as they entered the camp. "Are we ready to go?" "Yep – all packed and just waiting on you." I replied, smiling at her coy expression and her casual, lazy step suggesting recent sexual exercise. "What took so long?" "Derek and I were fucking in the shower. I hope you don't mind. I had already cleaned my dainty parts and had them used again so I had to wash once more. Though Derek did gave me a hand," she said with a satisfied smile. With a casual turn, she let the towel slip from her body and once again nude, walked to a tree, draping her towel carefully over low branches. Turning, she stood, water dripping from the tips of her nipples and the length of her hair, warming her breasts in the sun while we three just stood and stared. "I think I'll get dressed now," she laughed, and walked between us to get her clothes from our tent. I could smell her body lotion as she passed and was tempted to reach out and cup her lips for a quick caress. A few minutes passed and she crawled from the tent wearing shorts and a loose and low fitting cotton blouse with no bra which was clear to us all as we looked down her shirt while she crawled, her breasts jiggling loosely. "Okay boys, I guess we will see you later," she said as we loaded the jeep and prepared to go. "Have fun today you guys," said Derek as we waved through the window and pulled out of the campsite. A short drive later, we parked at the trailhead and inventoried our supplies. Jan topped off our water bottles at a spigot while I read the trailhead information sign. "The sign has a ranger posting that cautions beach patrons as to the appropriate nude areas. Shall we investigate?" I quipped. "I would enjoy a warm day in the sun without my bikini," Jan answered, "and besides, judging by how few cars are here today, I think we may have quite bit of privacy." We set out at a leisurely pace, following the sandy path that meandered around and through dense groves of scrub oak, draped with Spanish moss. Temperatures hovered in the mid-seventies and without a cloud in the sky, the reflected heat above the sand brought the ambient feel to that closer to a sauna. We were blessed with no mosquitoes given the light breeze, but were soon drenched in sweat as trudged in the soft sand. Pausing for water, I playfully emptied one of our four bottles over Jan's head as she sat and adjusted her boots. "Ahhhhh!" she yelled as the cold water enveloped her and ran over her shoulders and shirt. "Save our water for drinking, silly!" She stood and her light cotton blouse was now drenched and see-through. And while transparency wasn't my goal, I wasn't going to complain. "Now look what you've done!" she teased, her nipples prominently visible through the sheer material. "Lucky for you no one is around!" she rewarded as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts and nipples as she wrung the water from her shirt. And I wasn't too surprised when she tied her shirt across the back of her pack and pulled the shoulder straps on her now unclad back. "I guess I'll just have to hike topless for awhile. Do you mind?" she asked me shyly, a smile warming her face. "Gee. I don't know. I'm not sure I can handle a hike with you in such a state. It might be a bit distracting but I'm can try and manage," I laughed back, feeling the stirring of an erection between my legs. "But lets get going and see how it goes," I suggested, hoping I or she would be able to see anyone coming in time for her to dress and save her modesty – ha, as if she had any! And we set off once more towards the west. It wasn't long before we were overtaken by another couple headed to the beach at a faster pace. We exchanged quick "hello's" and I watched in humor as both the man and the woman snuck not so subtle looks at my wife's breasts, her nipples betraying her arousal at topless hiking. We arrived at the beach bluff overlook and surveyed the small cove and surrounding cliffs. Not many people were enjoying the warm day, with fewer than a dozen or so, mostly couples and one foursome, sunbathing and wading in the cold water. Lucky for us most (though not all) of the women were topless and one couple was nude so Jan didn't bother to "cover up" as we went in search of a place to hang out for the day. Previous visitors had built small "hut" structures along the back of the beach from the driftwood that littered the beach and rocky outcrops. The huts were fairly small, with room for no more than two to lay out a towel or sit. And "hut" is really a generous description as the driftwood provided little by way of real shelter as the beach and water could be readily observed through the various sticks, branches and small logs. And none that we saw had a roof. So we surmised that the huts were either the product of beach boredom or an attempt to create small, semi-private enclaves. We chose an empty log hut and set about preparing for our day in the sun. I elected modesty for the time-being while I walked in search of dry driftwood for the planned evening fire. Jan placed our towels and packs in the hut and ensured the wine and cups were protected in the shade. I watched from afar while gathering wood as she sat on a log in front of our hut and applied sunscreen liberally to her legs, arms, face, and chest. I couldn't tell but it seemed as if she lingered on her chest somewhat – possibly for my benefit as she knows what a voyeur I can be. I returned and stacked our wood adjacent to the hut and we set off to explore the area. We walked holding hands through the shallow surf towards the bluffs on the north end of the beach, some 100 yards or so from our hut. The water was almost frigid though after some minutes, our feet became numb to the exposure and the cold less bothersome. The rocky pacific coast dominated most of the beach area with little traditional sand shoreline. Beds of kelp stranded by the low tide draped the rocks and the sunlight reflected from small tidal pools with a hazy sheen. At the bluffs, we decided to risk walking along the cliff base scrambling over rocks carefully and working our way further north. As we rounded the first knoll, we could see a small sandy beachhead protected on both sides by the undulating cliff face some 100 feet high or so. But what caught our attention most quickly was the couple on the sand both nude and both clearly enjoying themselves. The man was on his back on a towel and the woman on top, straddling his turgid cock as he rammed it in and out of her pussy. We ducked quickly behind the rocks Jan asking, "should we let them know we are here?" "No way", I replied. "Let's let them finish and as long as we are waiting, let's watch!" We settled in and were able to peek between rocks towards the couple who were not more than 30 or 40 feet away. With her back to us, we watched and listened as she rode him faster and faster, moaning and expressing her pleasure quite clearly. She leaned over his chest as she humped him, her nipples brushing over his each time she let her vagina loose her partner's member. He would grunt forcefully each time she dropped back down, reclaiming his cock. Their mouths coupled hungrily as she continued her fucking and his hands forced her pace by grasping her hips by pushing and pulling her hips to her rhythm. They had been at this for at least 10 minutes when I heard small whimper from Jan and I noticed that she had taken the opportunity to pull her bikini suit bottoms to one side and was stroking her clitoris and brushing her fingers lightly over her wet lips. She kept her eyes locked on the couple as she played with herself so didn't notice as I too began to stroke my erect cock. And she couldn't see me as I crept quietly up behind her as she lay on her stomach peeking through the gaps in the rocks with her hand furiously masturbating. But she couldn't help but feel me as I slid my dick between her cheeks and quickly into her receptive pussy. "Fuck me", she quietly mouthed as I forced my length into her and lay atop her back. I tried to match our partners pace as I pushed in and out of her slopping wet hole. Resting my head next to hers, we fucked as we both watched in awe as our neighbors quickened their pace. I could feel Jan's fingers as they continued to rub her clit and frequently probing into her cunt, stroking my cock as I fucked her. "I going to come" Jan shared as I pushed harder and harder into her. Almost in unison, the woman atop the man in a much more vocal fashion began to orgasm, with small shouts and grunts as the man shouted "I'm coming in you!". Not one to be left out, I thrust myself over the top and came inside of Jan in multiple spurts filling her with sperm and coming on her hairy hole. We relaxed in this position as I shrank and plopped from her while she pulled her suit back over her vagina to contain our lovemaking. The woman climbed from atop the man and lay back on the adjacent towel, her legs splayed in collapse from their pistoning effort. We waited about 5 minutes more, giving myself time to fit back into my suit before we climbed over the rocks talking to one another loudly to warn them of our approach. But to our surprise, they didn't bother to dress and lay there unconcerned by our appearance. "Hi there," I offered in greeting. "I hope we aren't interrupting". "A few minutes earlier and you would have but no worries," said the man as we stepped down onto the sand. The woman was clearly asleep as she lay with her legs spread and the results of their sex flowing copiously down her wild and hairy bush. "My name is Robert and sleeping beauty here is my wife Rachel". "Hi Robert, my name is Eric and this is my wife Jan. We're exploring the beach and rocks and thought we would head along through the rocks here." "Rachel and I thought you might have been headed for this little pleasure cove when we saw you on the rocks. And it seems as if you had as much fun as we did," gesturing towards Jan's bathing suit bottoms which had failed to contain all of my come, a white stringy dribble running halfway down her thigh. "Ooops. I thought we were being discrete" I offered. "Trust me," Robert replied. "I thought I was being ridden by a wildcat after I pointed out to Rachel that we had an audience." "Well we'll leave you to your cove," said Jan as she not so demurely spread my come around her thigh like so much suntan lotion. And as casually, as that we continued our scramble over the rocks and away from the cove. We spent the next few hours in a similar private cove, nude sunbathing and exploring tidal pools. It was a wonderfully intimate afternoon spent privately enjoying one another both spiritually and physically. We settled into a rhythm, each masturbating for the other several times but not actually having coupled sex. I don't think I was ever soft, my cock swelling between semi-hard and rock-solid from both my own ministrations but also from watching Jan languidly stroke her red-lipped, engorged pussy. Late in the day as she neared what I guessed was a fourth orgasm, I lay between her legs and lightly traced the outline of her lips and opening with my tongue. Like me, her pussy had stayed wet and swollen all day from her own tending but also from the lazy, sexy atmosphere we had created. She had a slightly tangy taste and musky smell which drove me crazy as I thrust my tongue as deep into her as possible. Her hips writhed on our shared towel, grinding herself on my face and rubbing her juices on my mouth and cheeks. I in turn was grinding my raging hard-on into the towel and ground, hoping to dry-hump my way to orgasm. Before I succeeded, Jan came and screamed as loudly as I've heard her in the passionate thrill of what seemed to be a deep and intense orgasm, peaking for several waves before subsiding in small shivers and a quiet whimper. "Thanks honey," she offered wearily as she sat up and stood to stretch her cramped legs. The sun was nearing the horizon and as she stood between me and the water, it created a halo effect through and around her hair billowing lightly in the ocean breeze. Her tits had reddened lightly from both the sun and her own playful teasing of nipples throughout the day. And her hand rubbed over and back and forth through her red pubic hair, a finger gently sliding between her lips. I remained prone though now on my back, stroking my cock harder and faster. "Come for me," she asked, "come hard and all over your chest!" With abandon, I stroked and rubbed and pulled at myself at a furious pace, my own hips now lifting and shifting as I sought release. Also writhing in mounting passion, I grunted in return to her request, pumping and pumping as my own orgasm peaked with my hips thrust skyward and my come spurting from penis tip to chest with one spurt landing full on open mouth. The salty, stringy ooze surprised me but not more than my wife's lips on mine and tongue sharing my release. "Now that was sexy," Jan shared. "I hope you saved something for later!!" With that, we gathered our things and walked naked back towards the cove where we had met Robert and Rachel. Their private beach was empty however so we continued our return to the main beach and our wood hut. From a distance we could see that only a half-dozen or so people remained, a single group gathered around a campfire about 50 yards or so from our hut. The three women were topless and one of the men was nude, so we elected to stay "au natural" and walked hand in hand past them to our hut, exchanging brief hellos and not so furtive mutual glances at each others anatomies. The evening was surprisingly mild as I gathered the firewood we had collected earlier and started a small fire by which to sit, listen to music, and drink wine. We stayed nude as we prepped our dinner of bread and fruit, though as we sat by the warming flames, we wrapped a blanket around our backs sitting side by side. The Dave Matthews Band played smoothly from our radio as we sat quietly watching the sunset and finishing our first bottle of wine. I would nuzzle Jan's neck and earlobe as we listened to the music and watched our neighbors pass a bottle (or two or three) of wine. We kissed lightly and then with more force and passion as we passed the halfway mark on our second bottle of wine. The warmth of the fire was captured in our blanket as we sat with our front sides exposed to its heat. As we continued to kiss, Jan's hand traced a teasing path along my leg and between my thighs to gently caress my penis. Already half-hard, her touch and then her stroke brought me quickly to fullness. Conscious of our neighbors, I pulled the blanket closer to our shoulders and teased the swelling nipple of her right breast. She loosed a small shudder as I pinched and pulled the tip of her breast, while our tongues danced together in one another's mouths. Passion overcame us as we lay back onto the blanket, me on my back, and Jan on her side, one leg draped over mine. She slowly licked and kissed her way down my chest as her free hand stroked my cock skyward. With a quiet sigh, she opened her lips and surrounded my cock head, tracing lines around its tip with her tongue. Glancing towards the other fire, I could see that our friends had noticed our lovemaking, and had turned to face us as they continued drinking their whiskey. Jan Goes Camping Ch. 02 "Jan," we have an audience I whispered. Not losing me from her mouths grip she continued her up and down motion, engulfing me deeply, but with an upturned eye and sly look. Slipping from her mouth she responded, "I know. Don't you love it?" "Sure, though I feel a bit of performance anxiety." "Not to worry honey. I can help you out," she said as she lifted her head and threw one leg across me and squatted above my cock, her pussy ready to be impaled. With her back to the audience, she slowly and deliberately lowered herself onto my waiting member. My cock split her lips as she brought her pussy hair to merge with my own pubic hair. She forcefully ground her hips and cunt into me and sat still, embracing that first tingling feeling. As she sat atop me, upright with breasts thrust up and out, she arched her back and rubbed her very erect nipples between fingertips. I caught the eye of a woman at the nearby fire and waved a silly "what can I do" wave and smiled. She laughed and taking the hand of her partner, began to walk towards us, quickly followed by the other two men and two women. "I think we're about to have an audience," I said quietly to Jan. "Well let's not let them down," she laughed. "I'll make sure I do my part!" With her feet planted on the ground on either side of my chest, and her knees drawn up, she began to lift and drop her crotch onto my swollen member, at a slow, languid pace. I could see with each stroke as her pussy lips pulled and stretched apart, my cock emerging to nearly its tip. And then with each downward stroke, my cock sought the back of her cunt. Our audience approached slowly but stood in a small semi-circle around us as I held to Jan's hips, helping her to drive herself onto me. The three couples were mostly clothed, with the exception of the women's tops. The one nude male had wrapped a towel around himself I would guess to stay warm. But Jan and I were warmed by the fire and our activity as they sat down in the sand, paired off and holding hands, entranced by our lovemaking. Jan lifted herself from me and with her face to the fire, settled on hands and knees, her shoulders low the ground and her face looking back at me expectantly. I kneeled and with one hand guided my cock between her legs and into her wet and slippery pussy, forcing her lips and some hair inwards as I thrust with some force. I held her hips and pulled her back firmly as I too enjoyed the depth of her opening. After a moment, I began and slow and rhythmic fucking, letting myself emerge completely with each backstroke and slowly thrusting completely into her with each forward stroke. I saw that our friends focused on either my cock as I continued the in and out motion, or on Jan's face, her eyes glassy and her cheeks glowing in the fires light. I held her pussy open with each outward stroke and saw a gaping dark hole into which I ceaselessly plunged. "Uhhhn," Jan grunted as I pushed her shoulders to the ground, holding her hips still high as I continued to fuck. "That feels good! Don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned each syllable syncopated by my forward thrusting. I lifted Jan's shoulders while she remained impaled on my cock from behind. Resting on my lowered knees, she sat back, her back to mine with my hands pulling her back by her breasts. She lifted and lowered as I thrust in and up, my cock still banging away at the deep opening of her pussy. Our audience quietly cheered and applauded this change in approach and I could see at least two couples with hands in pants, stroking and touching. Jan continued her writhing as I kept pace, driving myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. This position was difficult to maintain, a challenge that did not go unnoticed by one couple. While I pushed up into her and pulled and squeezed her tits, one of the topless women squatted behind me, and while pushing her breasts into my back, wrapped her arms around my front, grasping us at our joined hips, her fingers pulling me back from beside my cock and under my balls. The man, the nude one, semi-squatted in front of Jan and between her legs while she kept riding up and down on my cock. He tentatively leaned forward into her face and lightly kissed her cheeks and lips while stroking his hugely enflamed cock back and forth over her pubic hair and onto her belly. She slowed her pace atop me in order to watch him rub himself on her. Tentatively, as if seeking some form of okay, he looked into her eyes as he rubbed his cock down onto her clit and back and forth against my cock and her pussy as I stayed deep within her. With some difficulty, but with the balancing help of the woman behind me, I continued to fuck Jan as the man masturbated, slipping his cockhead over Jan's clit and rubbing up and down over our joined sex. When Jan lifted and I had thrust down, the man would just barely push the tip of his cock between Jan's distended pussy lips, hovering as if to enter her. But she would then sit, driving my cock up into her along the length of his own swollen member. She played this game for awhile until with one downward thrust, she misjudged and drove my cock forward and his cock up into her, burying it to its 8 inch depth. A surprised expression on her face, she fell forward and he back so that she now straddled him, his cock deep within her. I sat back on my haunches and watched as she began to fuck this stranger, their hips bumping and grinding. The woman behind me wrapped both hands around my swollen member and stroked me, her breasts warm against my back. Both couples, strangers really, kept moving and groaning, mutually turned-on by this partner change. Jan was resting forward, her breasts on the man's chest as they kissed. The woman behind me shifted to my side and, leading me by my cock, pulled me forward to kneel behind Jan. The woman leaned into my cock and with her tongue, gently licked my tip and slowly took me part way into her mouth. With one hand I held Jan's bottom, her heat obvious to my touch and with the other hand, cupped the woman's face and lightly touched her hair. After just a moment of this surprise, the woman sat up and again shifted behind me and guided my cock towards Jan's uplifted backside. Jan looked back, knowing what was to come and held still as the woman and I slowly slipped my cock into her ass. Gasping at first, Jan held still while I slowly worked my way into her deeply but with control and concern for a comfortable pace. After a few minutes of resting with my cock deep in her ass and the man's cock deep in her cunt, Jan initiated the movement, first riding me and grinding on him, and then pushing back on me and freeing him to slide in and out. With some difficulty we settled on a mutual movement, which allowed me to pull partly out and then slowly thrust back into her ass while he could lift his hips in rhythm to fuck her. Jan eventually took a mostly immobile position, allowing the two cocks to have their way with their respective holes. In the past and during passion, she has shared that she had a fantasy of being a piece of furniture to be used as people around her see fit. She would become a kind of sexual receptacle, waiting to be filled and then set aside for the next person to use her. It was in this fashion that the man and I fucked her, at first slowly, but with gathering lust and quest for release within her bowels and cunt. Our audience was now openly either masturbating one another, or in one case fucking, as we very vocally fucked each other. "Who will come first?" Jan asked, the sweat dripping from her brow as she was thrust up and down, back and forth. "I'm close," I grunted. "Me too," said the man quickening his pace. I reached around Jan as I leaned into her back, sliding my hand between her belly and the man's lower stomach, reaching for her clit to help her towards orgasm. I found room to slide my fingers onto and over her clit, but in a fashion that included rubbing the man's cock into my wife's pussy. "Oh god. Fuck. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Urrrgh. Fuck me," Jan growled, lost in the moment and wanting the release of coming. "I can't hold it!" the man declared and banged upwards violently, thrusting his cock as deeply as he could into my wife's cunt, his member pulsing on my fingers, each pulse spurting his come deep into Jan. From behind I felt the woman quickly push two fingers into my ass, pushing me over the edge as I came into Jan's ass, my come spurting deep into her bowels with each downward thrust of my cock. We lay still for a moment, each of us catching our breath and wondering on such an exotic moment. I withdrew slowly and sat back, into the arms of the woman behind me and rested my back against her chest as she rubbed my sides and shrinking cock. Jan rolled over and off of the man and lay on her back, legs toward the fire. The man sat up and watched as his partner, the woman behind me, slowly stroked me while we all watched as Jan, her legs up and spread, began to massage her needy pussy. Jan took her time, pulling and stretching her well-used lips as the man's come dripped down between her legs. She gathered both his and my come, and rubbed the lotion into her pussy hair and onto her belly with one hand while continuing to stroke herself, her distended and swollen clit visible to all as a ¾ inch pink nub. Taking her time, after about 20 minutes of slow masturbation, other than the woman and I, all of the others had sat or kneeled beside her and had begun to massage her sides, legs, breast, hair, and arms. Taken in by such erotic touching, I was again as hard as a board as the woman continued to stroke me and rub herself against my back. In my place next to Jan's hips, I began to lift my own hips upwards in time with the woman's stroking from behind. Jan had in turn begun to roll and writhe in mounting passion and in response to the many hands on her skin. She rubbed her clit with more and more abandon and with what began as a low, guttural growl, started an orgasm that seemed to only build and build with intensity. She was literally shaking and crying as it built within her and screamed in ecstasy as it peaked and washed over. In response, I sat up and kneeling over her, the woman and I stroked my desperate cock to orgasm and I pulsed several ropey strings of white come across her belly and onto her hand as it finished its work on her cunt. We all came down slowly and laughed at our spontaneity. Lacking warm water, we settled on quick, but bone-chilling plunges into the ocean to bathe. In time the other couples wandered back to their fire and then eventually off of the beach, leaving Jan and I to rest in the warmth of our fire, she leaning back into my arms as we sat and talked about the evening. Jan Goes Camping Jan casually stepped out of her shorts and now stood naked with Derek and Mike, holding hands around the fire. She can have several orgasms in an evening so I knew she was just warming up but I hoped she saved some for me as I felt a stirring in my shorts from what I had just witnessed. She shifted her attention to Mike now, holding his hand and leading him to the table. She placed her knees on the bench and leaned forward, face down on the table, offering herself to Mike. He quickly got the message and had his cock out of his pants, stroking himself to full erection. Mike was not as large as what we had seen of Derek but still amply endowed. Almost like a charging bull, he moved forward and with no pause pushed his entire length into her gaping hole, evoking a little scream of mixed pain and joy from Jan. He held her shoulders down on the table, pushing her back as he fucked her. It was obvious that he didn't intend to prolong the pleasure and that he merely wanted to fuck her until he came inside her. Jan responded vigorously, wagging her hips back and forth while he penetrated her again and again. "Fuck me...fuck me," she yelled at Mike encouraging his pushing and cheering him on. "You are wild," Mike responded as he paused with the tip of his cock braced at her open cunt for a moment before plunging into her depths again. "Uuuunnnnhhhhh!," he moaned as he hit the bottom of her pussy and froze as his cock spewed cum into her wet hole. "I'm cuming in you!" he gasped as he pushed and pushed seemingly once for each spurt. "Aaaawwwww," Jan responded, willing accepting Mike's cum offering into her wet and now sloppy cunt. They lay still for a moment before Mike pulled himself out of her with a slurp and Jan remained prone and unmoving on the table, her legs splayed widely and her cunt dripping. Mike thanked her and I suppose as an offer to give Derek a turn and some privacy, announced he was heading to bed and turned and headed for their tent. By now Jan had turned and sat up and Derek was standing between her legs as they began again to kiss. He traced a slow pattern down her front, teasing her nipples and stomach before slipping between her legs and into her used opening. Jan leaned into him and whispered into his ear before standing, holding his hand and pulling him toward our tent. I quickly lay back to pretend to be asleep on top of my bag as they climbed in. Jan wasted no time and climbed over my prone body, resting her pussy on my face and rubbing the lips back and forth waiting for my tongue as Mike's cum oozed slowly from her and onto me. I kissed her and sucked at her and tasted Mike's salty offering. My tongue caressed her swollen clit and traced circles along her lips and into her opening. She leaned over me, her arms supporting her as she took my cock into her mouth and sucked in earnest. Her little bites let me know when I had found a sensitive spot. I had lost track of Derek momentarily but was surprised when he entered her from behind while she still straddled my face. On her hands and knees she was getting fucked by a horse cock while I slurped her cunt, Derek's dick and balls hitting my face, my tongue sometimes touching him as he penetrated her deeply. At one point, he withdrew and with his hand guided his cock into my mouth, pumping into my throat. Jan turned and watched and fingered herself while he fucked my face. While this turned me on, I didn't really want him to cum so I slid down towards Jan, pulling her onto her back. I turned and entered her, letting Derek watch as I fucked my wife. She was spread wide and I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders, driving my cock deeply into her, pumping and pumping. I shifted to my side so she could climb on top of me without my cock slipping from her. Facing me, she had her feet planted at her sides so she could grind her groin into me, forcing my cock as deep as possible within her. Derek watched from behind, rubbing her back and reaching around and playing with her breasts and nipples. He moved against her and began to kiss her neck and ears as she turned to kiss his mouth. With little protest, he pushed her down, her breasts into my chest and her ass open and with a wet finger, he teasingly slid easily into her second hole. "Do you want me to fuck you there?" he asked her. "YES, yes – fuck me!" she grunted as Derek rested his cock at her ass and slowly forced into her. "UUUUnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!," Jan screamed as she continued to grind her pussy on my cock and as Derek slowly inched himself into her ass until his balls slapped against where she and I were joined. We held that pose for a moment while Jan caught her breath but quickly Derek and I in a common rhythm began to fuck my wife. He would plunge in as I would pull out, each of us feeling the other through the thin walls between her cunt and asshole. I would plunge upwards and in as he would pull back. Jan worked into our rhythm, waving her body back and forth in time with our thrusting. She had her face in mine as I told her I loved her and we kissed deeply, her body bouncing from the pounding Derek was giving her from behind. "I'm CUMMMMMING!" she screamed and screamed as Derek and I frantically tried to time our release with hers. With mutual grunts and yells, Derek and I each emptied ourselves into her holes, ramming over and over, thrusting up and in with each burst, lightening going off in our heads. With an exhausted sigh, Jan lay draped across my chest as we all tried to catch our breath. After a moment, Derek pulled himself from her and with a thank you and a kiss on her cheek said he'd leave us alone. Jan remained on top of me tightly grasping my cock in her with her pussy lips, unwilling to release me just yet. I was still hard and slowly pushed in and out of her, more of a loving caress than fucking. In time, I softened and slid from her lips, as my cum and Derek oozed from her, between her legs, across me, and onto the floor of the tent. With another kiss, Jan slid to my side, one leg draped across my front and her head on me and we went to sleep, exhausted from our playful encounter with Derek and Mike.