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Summer Camping Ch. 01

By: me_and_bill



Part 1 The joys of the outdoors. 

I am an avid camper and fisherman. I love to go out into the wilds and explore nature every time I get the opportunity. My wife however is not into the "roughing it" life style so anymore a camping trip has to include at least an equipped campsite, tent, and most of the kitchen from home. A four star or better hotel is much more to her liking, and I am lucky that she is willing to put up with being outside at all. But she loves me, and she shows it by accompanying me on these outings as often as she can. 

Last summer she and I had a planned trip to Yosemite, here in California. 

This place is gorgeous most of the year but to get a campsite during the summer months requires reservations and money. As I said, we needed to find a place where we could rough it, with showers and a general store so Yosemite fit the bill.

We had a site reserved in the village area and we expected there to be a large number of people there to share the splendor of the summer days and nights. But the place was packed! Upon arrival we had to get the park ranger to come out to the site and remove a group of younger people who had settled in our campsite. 

It seems that they had too many people to fit in the one site they had reserved for themselves and they were hoping that we would be "no shows" and that no one would complain about their overflow onto our site. But all worked out well and there were no hard feelings.

We got set up on our site quickly and began to settle in when a man and woman approached us from the next campsite. Sandy had nicknamed the group the "Squatters" and we enjoyed the little joke between us for the rest of the stay. 

Anyway, the couple approached us and asked if we had any extra blankets or sleeping bags that they could borrow. This seemed very odd to me, having never been asked for bedding before. Maybe some coffee or sugar but sleeping bags?

Sandy went into the tent and produced a blanket that we normally use on day hikes to sit on, (4 star hotels remember). I had to ask why they needed the blanket. It seems that in the rush to get ready and go they had forgotten not only their sleeping bags but most of the other toiletries they would use on the trip. But they had plenty of beer and a couple bottles of Jack Daniels to throw into the community pot. 

The couple, Mark and Cindy were in their early twenties and were married. They were camping with friends of HIS from HIS work Cindy explained. Apparently the trip was going to be an all guy thing that Cindy had "intruded" on and the feeling was that she would be the fly in the guy's ointment so to speak. Of course Sandy and Cindy became instant friends once it was determined the neither of them much liked the idea of hanging around in the woods. 

We had arrived late in the day and it was getting dark enough where the giant bonfires could be built and set ablaze by the other local campers. I set our own fire but tried to keep it a reasonable size. Also I set up the gas stove and the propane lanterns so that Sandy could begin to prepare the salad while I cooked the steaks.  We were roughing it remember?

After we sat down at the picnic table that comes with the site Sandy and I were starting to get into the feel of camping. The fire light, the stars, the wind blowing through the trees, and the sounds from the other campsites weren't so bad. I had just finished my last bite of what was one of the best steaks I had ever had when Sandy spoke up, 

"I'm getting ready for bed soon.  You should come too. I'm going to have a surprise for you when you come inside." I'm a big fan of Sandy's surprises. And I didn't miss the double entendre of her comment, so I started cleaning up the excess food and packing the rest of the goodies in the bear box, provided by the campsite. By the time I was done Sandy was already in the tent, calling me to hurry. 

After knocking down the fire and making one final trip around the site to be sure we were all put away for the night, I returned to the tent. 

Anxious and without thinking I unzipped the flap, flung it open and peered in.

There was Sandy, all 120 lb. of her 29 year old glory, sitting naked on our bedding and gesturing for me to come in. 

Now Sandy is a prude in many ways, but in bed she is as aggressive as they come and she likes everything about sex. 

As I stooped by the door she slowly opened her legs and lay back, saying "Time for your surprise baby." 

I stayed there for a minute, enjoying the sight of my wife's naked, open and very wet pussy. Her tits were full, round and waiting for my hands and mouth. Her nipple stood pink and erect in anticipation. Sandy just lay there and smiled at me as I took in her beauty.

I moved to go in, and suddenly there was a loud whoop and a wolf whistle from behind me. 

"God Damn, check that out," was almost yelled from the area of the squatters campsite. 

Sandy quickly closed her legs and covered herself with a blanket and I jumped in and pulled the flap closed. I must have had a shocked look on my face and I saw Sandy looking at me with huge eyes as she held the blanket to her chin. 

Outside we could hear laughing and cheering from our neighbors. As we set there looking at each other we heard someone say "Maybe we should have brought the girls after all." and "Well we know she's a natural brunette now" 

My shock turned to anger and I was ready to go out and tell them to shut up, when Sandy started laughing.

I looked at her and she just smiled and said, "Surprise honey" and tossed the blanket aside. With that I had to laugh as well. "Hurry and get undressed, and zip the damn door." 

I stripped as fast as I could and moved to her. Spreading her legs once again, she said "This time for just for you baby."

Laying on top of Sandy and looking into her face I could see her excitement but I still felt guilty about holding the door flap open for so long. "I'm sorry I was not being careful." I exclaimed.

Sandy had a mischievous look about her. "I forgive you, this time." she said, and she kissed me deep on the mouth.  Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me lower down her body. "But you do owe me now." 

Moving down, I noticed that her nipples were hard and puckered and begging to be sucked. I moved to one and ran my tongue around the globe of her full tit, holding and caressing the other as I played with her nipple. 

Sandy again reached up, pushing me down even further. "Hurry, I need it" she said. 

I kissed and licked down her belly and looked up at her expression as I went. As I passed her dark brown hair, I remembered the comment from outside the tent, "A natural brunette." 

Sandy spread her legs further and pushed her pussy up to meet my advance. She was soaked. Her wetness coated the whole outer lips and was starting to run down to her little butt hole. ole. I didn't waist any time and just dove in.

I started with her inner thighs, and was moving up to her moist pussy lips when Sandy grabbed my head and directed my mouth straight to her clit. "My clit baby, suck on my clit first." 

No problem. I took her engorged clit in my mouth and started a slow circle movement of my mouth. Sucking and licking her pussy as I have always loved to do. Normally I can get her to cum in a short period of time but tonight, she was off like a rocket. 

Sandy was cumming just seconds after I first touched her with my tongue. She is a noisy cummer and she didn't change a thing about that. 

Once her orgasm started Sandy started to moan and then she began to make little cries of passion. I love to make her cry out in pleasure, it makes me feel, good. 

Soon she was panting and breathing faster and then, "Ahhhh Awwhhhh, oh fuck yes!" And she was over the edge. Her whole body shook and she grabbed at her own nipples and pulling and twisting them violently. 

Her legs went even farther apart as she rocked her hip back and forth and her asshole was exposed for my licking. I licked and sucked her front and back until she finally begged me to stop. 

"FUCK ME!" is all she said. 

I moved up and positioned myself at her opening. She reached up and pulled me in by my hips burying me to the hilt in her hot sloppy wet cunt. We moved together and fucked each other like a couple out of control. Sandy came again, just as loud as before. Then she move on top of me and started riding me like I was toy rocking horse, back and forth, mouth open in a now silent scream. 

I knew I was close, and I figured Sandy was almost finished as well. She cums twice and then that's it. But not tonight. Rocking back and forth impaling herself on my now pulsing cock she exploded again. 

"FUCK!" she yelled, as she came once more. I had enough, I unloaded into her body with everything I had. 

I felt it shoot out of me. Not one of those dribbles out, but it still feels good cums. This one was hard like a blast, and lasting. 

Sandy fell forward onto my chest and tried to catch her breath. My dick was still pulsing into her body and she buried her face into my neck. "Oh my God" was all she could say. I was speechless. 

After a minute, I looked at her. "Shit Sandy, what got you so hot tonight?" I had to ask. 

She rose up and looked into my eyes and said, "What do you mean? You did." She smiled.

She leaned down and kissed me again with the same passion she had at the beginning. As we broke the kiss we both looked at each other, listening with alarm. 

Outside we heard the guys next door cheering and hollering. "I'm next!" one of them shouted. Another voice proclaimed, "She's got a great rack too." And the Squatters camp filled with laughter.

The next morning was going to be interesting. 

Continued. Part 2

Summer Camping Ch. 01



The only tidbit of truth in this tale is I once went camping with a girlfriend and her sister. And no, this story does not have any sister-sister incest. It will be in two parts. The second part will follow in a few days.

LarryInSeattle took a first stab at editing. I changed a few sections after he returned it. Any remaining errors are mine alone.

As always comments are welcome, even negative ones if they are constructive.

Enjoy. 

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A sure sign of impending old age is the irresistible need to give advice to people who haven't asked for it. I have no business offering advice on women, relationships or marriage. I'll try to stick to what I know.

One -- unless you are camping alone bring more than one flashlight.

Two -- fuck the forecast; put the rain fly up.

Three -- if your girlfriend's parents insist you bring her younger sister as a chaperone carefully consider your motives. Go, if all you wanted to do was camp. If you planned on more than camping, forget it and avoid the frustration.

Four -- don't punch anything stronger than the bones in your hand. Not punching anything is even better.

Let's start with the first piece of advice. When you wake, whether due to the heat, the incessant whir of the cicadas, or your aching balls, you'll want a flashlight to avoid catching your foot on a tree root and sprawling onto your hands and knees. If you only have one flashlight and that one is in the tent where your girlfriend lies as inaccessible as ever and you don't want to wake her or her kid sister, you will be forced, as I was, to stumble through the dark. 

I had not been hurt in the fall. Our tents were pitched under a stand of short leaf pine trees. The ground was blanketed by years' worth of fallen needles. To imagine the tree had been placed there, decades earlier, for the sole purpose of tripping me was ludicrous. But that is how I felt at the time. 

Only a few short leaf pines were left, most had been transformed into planks and plywood. Congress declared this chunk of southern Missouri and northern Arkansas a national forest during the Depression but it was already too late. The loggers had taken anything worth the trouble of cutting down. The majority of the trees in the forest were planted after it was designated a National Forest. 

When we stopped to check in and pay for our campsite, I told the ranger we were looking for a nice quiet spot, one usually ignored by the car camping crowd. I took his advice even though it meant we were as far from the river as we could be and still be inside the park.

In July, in Missouri, if you went camping, it was to be near water big enough to swim, canoe, or float your inner-tubed ass in. A single road made a circuitous route through the park, giving off side branches as it went. The first part of the road ran along the river. The campsites along the river were always crowded, in fact you needed a reservation to get one. Each of the side roads ended in a service building that provided potable water, showers (with solar heated hot water no less) and flush toilets. Clustered around the service building were anywhere from three to five camping areas, each with four or five campsites. The campsites along the river had electric and water hookups. You could "camp" and watch the baseball game in an air-conditioned RV.

After the road curved away from the river the number of occupied campsites fell off dramatically. At the campground next to ours only a single site was occupied by an old Ford sporting rusted out wheel wells and a camper shell decorated with mildew. If not for the cooler atop the picnic table and the two lawn chairs I would have wondered if the truck had been abandoned and the Park Service simply hadn't had time to tow it away.

Our campground was the furthest from the river. The ranger had steered us to a beautiful spot. The ground had a gentle slope and if the ground was rocky the thick blanket of pine needles hide the fact. The showers were a couple hundred yards away and it's was half-mile hike to the river, but it was a great spot. We pitched our cheap Sears &Roebuck tents in an open area under the trees.

Another bit of advice, pine sap is a bitch to get out of your hair or off a tent and in hot weather, pine trees drip sap. Don't set your tent up right under a pine tree.

We had stopped to eat on the way down so we weren't hungry. We decided to toss our stuff in the tents and hike down to the river. Cindy raised her eyebrows as Claire moved to throw her sleeping bag in beside mine. Claire glared at her and threw her bag in the tent with Cindy's. I decided I hated Cindy.

I turned my back while Claire and Cindy changed into swimsuits. (Their parents were Carl and Carol. You might not be surprised if I told you the cat was Cora and the dog Cody.) As usual when I was nervous my brain started jumping around like a needle on a scratched LP. 

"Was that cute? Every name starting with a "C"? A kid in a high chair with spaghetti in his hair was cute. Puppies are cute. Putting puppies into costumes is not cute. Those fucking stupid "Love Is" cartoons are not cute. They are stupid and trite."

I had turned my back to the girls as I shucked off my jeans and slipped on a pair of cut off 501 jeans I intended to use for swimming trunks. Flashes of distorted flesh in the chrome car bumper cut my internal musings short. I never reached a conclusion regarding the cuteness of the "C" names. The swirls in the chrome were nothing more than flashes of color, and for an instant maybe something darker, like pubic hair, but it was enough to make my dick start to get hard. I was beyond horny. If Nirvana was the extinguishing of all desire I was on the other side of the fucking galaxy from Nirvana.

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My first date with Claire was our senior prom. When we met during our junior year, dissecting a fetal pig, she had a boyfriend. They broke up over Thanksgiving the next year, our senior year, but I didn't tumble to the fact until the year was nearly over. Her boyfriend was a senior in college, a fact that afforded her a crumb of hallway notoriety. I treated the news of their breakup as a belated eighteenth birthday present and worked up the nerve to ask her to the prom. Claire was an older woman, she turned eighteen a month before I did, plus she had dated a college guy, no wonder I was nervous. If she had been just another senior chick I would have been cool as a cucumber, not that I had ever used my cool as a cucumber demeanor to ask anyone out. I was determined to go on one real date before finishing high school.

Senior prom was that date. I relaxed a little after I managed to get her corsage on without stabbing her with a pin. It was a wrist corsage and didn't have a pin but I was relieved anyway. I relaxed a little more when I got through dinner without inadvertently spitting food on her. Claire broke out the Double Mint before I had a chance to worry about post-dinner breath.

My anxiety was sedated but not comatose. It came roaring back when the first notes of "Colour My World" pulsed from the speakers. We had a DJ, live bands were for the kids in Ladue. It always bugged me that Chicago spelled "color" in the British fashion. It struck me as vaguely unpatriotic. 

I wasn't sure she wanted to dance a slow dance yet. We stared at each other, then opened our arms. We both leaned in the same direction then both corrected. We looked more like we were trying to run interference than embrace.

She giggled. "I'll hold still. You come to me."

She didn't run away when I put my hand on the small of her back. She laughed at a joke that wasn't really funny. After that it was easy. 

I admit I was a little nervous as the night drew to a close and I was faced with the dilemma of either trying to kiss her good night or skulk away like a total spaz. She seemed to enjoy kissing enough for me to imagine I wasn't totally fucking it up. I'd like to believe I was the one who moved on to Frenching but it was probably Claire. As an abstract concept, I had never understood enjoying someone else's tongue darting around inside your mouth. After that night I did. 

I remember the faint taste of Double Mint lingered in her mouth. I haven't chewed Double Mint since we broke up.

We contented ourselves with some very intense kissing. I pretended to accidentally brush her boob reaching for her hair but that was as far as it went. I didn't care. I wasn't expecting more, in fact the thought of more scared the shit of me. We both had strict orders to be home by midnight, though I convinced my mom that if I got Claire home at midnight she couldn't expect me home until 12:30. Claire's parents implied that one second after midnight they would notify the FBI that their eldest daughter had been kidnapped by a teenage sex maniac and that I was likely to be armed and dangerous and it would be safest to simply shot me on sight.

I got her home by midnight. No one said anything about having her inside by midnight. We resumed kissing. When she pressed against the hardness hiding under my rented tux I nearly passed out. Her mouth swallowed my moan. As I lowered my hand to squeeze her ass for the first time the porch light came on. I don't think her parents saw us. It was just shitty timing. 

When she stepped back she giggled. Pointing at the tent in the front of my pants she giggled. "I don't think you should come in. See you Monday." She kissed me once more, quickly. My head followed her as she pulled away, unwilling to concede. She giggled, whispered "I had fun, thanks" and went inside while I was still trying to remember how to speak.

The road home bisected a wildlife area. My dad and I went fishing there when I was a kid. I was already late but I didn't matter. For the first of what would prove to be many times that summer, I pulled off the road, parked by one of the lakes, stood beside my car and jerked off into the weeds. It seems impossible but my memory tells me I could still taste her Double Mint on my tongue.

Mom gave me half-hearted hell. It was after 1:00 in the morning when I unlocked the kitchen door. It seemed to me I reeked of wet dick and cum but all she cared about was making sure I knew I had scared her to death. She had just been getting ready to start calling the area hospitals looking for me etc etc.

I went to bed but couldn't sleep. The feel of her arms, the taste of that damn gum on her tongue, how warm her leg left when she pressed against me, all of it keep racing through my mind. I jerked off again, cleaning off with the tee shirt I had dropped on the floor beside the bed. I roll over onto my stomach, certain I'd sleep. 

Nope. My cock only got half soft before my pillow morphed into her breast pressing against my chest. My cock stiffened back up and I humped my mattress. I had never done that before. It was a night for first. I came in my underwear, another first, and finally fell asleep

I had asked for the weekend off from work. The sun, not my alarm woke me. My hand dipped into my underwear for its usual morning inspection of my dick. It was morning. I had to piss. Of course I had a boner. I was confused for a moment. My pubes were matted and sort of crusty. I remember humping my bed and cumming in shorts. My mouth began to twitch into a grimace of disgust. But my fingers kept exploring.

Disgusted turned to horniness so quickly it was only a vague memory by the time I had jerk my legs free of my shorts. I pulled my legs up and let my knees fall open as I began to pound my cock, not trying to be quiet, knowing mom would be out getting her hair fixed. I beat off so hard my balls ached. When I came it was thin and watery and sprayed everywhere. My hips bucked so hard the bed was hitting the wall.

I lay there panting, squeezing my dick, for several minutes. When I rolled out of bed I could feel my jizz run down my chest and belly. I opened the door. I knew mom was gone. She had to be. All the noise I had been making would have her pounding down the hall long before this. Still, caution reared its head. Getting caught walking naked to the bathroom with spunk running off my chest would be embarrassing.

"Mom," I bellowed. No response. To be safe I yelled a second time. Hearing no response I sauntered down the hall, naked, half hard cock swaying between my legs. Feeling bold, I pushed my luck and continued into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took a long pull of milk, right out of the carton, replaced it and sauntered back to the bathroom.

I took my time in the shower. The water felt so good. When I was finished with the actual business of the shower. I squirted a palm full of conditioner in my hand and jerked off again. The orgasm was just as intense but there was almost no cum. I was drained. As I toweled off I realized my dick was sore. I shook my head in disbelief. I had jerked myself raw.

I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt (not the one on the floor by the bed). I managed to finish a huge bowl of Lucky Charms with what was left of the milk before collapsing on the couch and falling back asleep. I woke to sound of the kitchen door slamming and mom calling out for me to help bring in the groceries. I told her to leave them, I had to pee first. I did have to pee but I mostly needed time for my boner to go down.

I unloaded the groceries, half listening as mom filled me in on the latest goings on she had gleaned from the beauty salon. It was the usual litany of who would be having to get married soon, who was pulled over for DWI, who was getting divorced. The names changed on occasion but it was always the same story. After the obligatory observation regarding the absurd price of groceries she made herself a sandwich and settled in to watch bowling. 

Cordless phones were years in the future. I stretched the kitchen phone as far from the door to the living room as it would go and called Claire. She not one of her parents. I was so focus on running the parent gauntlet that for a moment I was at a complete lost as how to say "hi". 

She chuckled, a low throaty sound, "Hi Sam. I hoped it was you. For a second I thought it was just another heavy breather. It's early in the day for a heavy breather but who am I to say what hours a pervert should keep."

"Uh, huh? I mean sure. I mean, I didn't get a chance to say good night last night."

She chuckled again and I felt myself grin. "You didn't? What do you call what you did on the porch?"

"That doesn't count does it?"

"What does that mean?" Her tone shifted. "Do you want to take it back or something?

"Huh? No. No, not at all. I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to make a joke, you know about not actually saying the words 'good night Claire', that's all."

She didn't chuckle but her voice was softer. "Good because I thought it was a great 'good night Claire' you big dork."

My grin returned. "Really?"

"Really."

Mom came in, sacrificing her bowling on the altar of her curiosity. She pretended to wash her plate. Well, she actually did wash her plate, not pretend to wash it, but she pretended washing her plate was why she came into the kitchen. That task completed, she pretended she wanted to know if I wanted her to make me something for lunch. Then wanted to know if I was talking to Claire, and how the prom was, did I dance, did I remember to save my boutonnière to press, was the food good, kids weren't drinking or doing dope were they. I finally got her to agree it would be easier if I told her after I was off the phone.

When I got back to Claire she was chuckling again. "Your mom must have talked to my mom already. I got the same barrage of questions, almost in the same order."

"Yeah, maybe." I was more nervous than when I called to ask her to go to prom with me. Then I was pretty sure then she would say "no", now I had my hopes up. "Hey, the reason I was calling was to see if you wanted to go see a movie or something tonight? I asked for the weekend off, so I won't be flipping burgers tonight. Or tomorrow either, we could go tomorrow if tonight isn't good for you."

"Tonight's good. What do you want to see?"

That one stopped me in my tracks. I hadn't thought that far out. Idiot.

"Uh, we don't get the paper so I don't know what time anything is playing. Do you have today's paper?"

"Sure, let me look."

Mom hollered from the front room. "You know that's a long distance call don't you?"

"Hey Claire, can I call you back in fifteen?"

"No." 

My heart sank. 

"I'll call you. Fair's fair." 

"Cool. Talk to you in a bit."

After I hung up I counted to ten. I was still pissed so I made myself a fried bologna sandwich and ate it while I waited for Claire's call. 

"Why don't you sit down and watch TV with me?" Mom's voice had shed its hectoring tone and assumed the vaguely disappointed tone of one who has been unfairly slighted. God, she was good at that. She was a great mom but holy smokes she could be a pain.

"Claire's calling back with the movie times," I half mumbled, half shouted around a half chewed wad of Wonder bread and bologna. 

"You going out again tonight? You need to be saving as much as you can for school."

"I am. I already have a work study job lined up. It's fine." I paused, "and I can pay for the long-distance calls. Just add up the charges when the bill comes."

"Oh honey, don't be silly. I don't mind about the calls."

Since even mom could not see through walls I allowed myself to roll my eyes at that one. 

"Don't sweat it mom. I know it adds up. I'll take care of it."

The phone rang before she could answer. It never occurred to me to let it ring a couple times, to demonstrate I wasn't standing there waiting for it to ring. I grabbed it up before the first ring finished.

"Hello."

"Holy cats I don't think the phone even rang."

"Oh, uh I was just walking into the kitchen to get some lunch."

"Oh, uh okay." She chuckled and I wondered if she was laughing at me. "Have you seen 'The China Syndrome' yet? I haven't. It's at the Lexington."

The Lexington was the dollar movie theater. I had seen my first R-rated movie there, hoping to see some boobs. It was a B grade, barely, sci fi thriller called "The Incredible Melting Man". It did have boobs but only one scene. The boobs were disappointing but when the melting man did in fact melt and got hosed down the drain that was kind of boss. 

"No, I haven't seen it. Is that what you want to see?"

"I thought about 'Alien' but I wasn't sure I wanted to see a scary movie on a first date."

"It's supposed to be good." I offered. "Where's that one at?" 

"Chesterfield. 7:00 or 9:15"

"If we go to the 7:00 I should pick you up a little after 6:00. That cool?"

"Yup, see you around 6:00."

"You want to get something to eat first?"

"Sam, you spent a fortune on dinner last night. The movie will be fine."

As if to make me feel better I heard her mom's voice. "Claire, do you know what they charge for long-distance?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "See you later. Bye."

Her "bye" was a bit sharp but I knew it wasn't aimed at me.

At the risk of giving advice I promised not to give, a scary movie is a good first date. She wore cut off jean shorts and a top with halter straps and spent most of the movie clutching my arm. That is still one of my all-time favorite movies.

Two weeks after that -- poof - we were high school grads. I worked my ass off at a fast food joint to save money for school. Because mom had no income other than my dad's civil service pension, I qualified for financial aid, this being her sole contribution to the funding of my education. However, the financial aid didn't put spending money in my pocket. As a dependent of a deceased veteran, the VA would be bestowing a grand total of $48 a month upon me, until I turned twenty-one that is. That might keep me in Cokes.




Summer Camping Ch. 01



I made time for Claire. I was in Heaven. Before June disappeared into the rearview mirror, I was routinely slipping my hand beneath her shirt and on the best 4th of July of my life, my hand finally made it under her bra. Claire's hands grew equally liberated. The feel of her fingernails lightly skipping over my belly, little finger brushing the waist of my jeans was enough to make me fear I'd shoot in my pants. 

Soon, when her fingers played with my belly, her little finger rubbed over my belt. It wasn't fast enough for me. I had to fight not to buck my hips and shove the bulge in my jeans into her palm. I forced myself to learn patience. With every make-out session, my hand found her breast a little quicker and her hand inched lower. Then one night her little finger grazed the head of my dick, as it lay trapped and desperate beneath the cruel denim. 

I seemed to me that a couple of more sessions and her hand would have to touch me. Nope. It was like the head of my dick caused a proximity alarm to go off in her head, or maybe in her hand. That damnable, yet longed for, little finger would coast over my pants, coast over the spot where my erection lifted the denim away from my skin, but it descended no further. We had plateaued.

As July gave way to August, I grew desperate. I didn't really imagine we would have sex but I want to feel her hand on me. I wanted to see her breast. Claire would let me push her tee shirt up over her bra, but the bra stayed on and my hand had to wiggle under it. When I wanted to feel really bold, I let myself imagine kissing her boob. 

Her basement was our usual make-out spot. The door had to remain open, which despite the intention, did not put that big of a brake on our libidos. On weekends, I started work at 3 am, mopping, cleaning, firing up the grills and getting the restaurant ready to open. If someone called in for the breakfast shift I would stay and hopefully pick up some overtime. Her parents, grudgingly, let me hang out with Claire until I had to go to work. They were cool enough as parents went.

They were also old, ancient to my eighteen-year-old eyes, they had to be in their forties. If she didn't have to work the next day, they would let Claire stay up until 2:00 in the morning, but they were in bed after the evening news. 

At first, I would hear them get out of bed every so often, pad around over our heads, hear the fridge open, hear water run and then a creak as whichever one it was went back to bed. I think they took turns getting up, wanting to make it clear they might be in bed but that didn't mean they couldn't materialize on the basement steps at any moment. Even that got to be too much for them and eventually the floor over our heads stayed quiet after 11:00 pm.

We were sitting on the floor, leaning against the musty smelling sofa, pretending to watch some 50's horror flick on Channel 30, the pre-cable local UHF station, my hand was already under her shirt but not yet under her bra. I pulled away enough to push her shirt up while staying close enough to keep my tongue in her mouth. I remember thinking I was becoming quite the sophisticated lover.

We had not heard a sound from upstairs for over an hour. Leaning back into her, I began to work my hand under her bra. We were both sweating, adding a degree of difficulty to the task. I noticed this bra was different somehow but was more focused on getting my hand on her bare breast.

I was still amazed at how soft her breast felt in my hand and how hard her nipple felt pressed into my palm. Once my hand found its perch, I relaxed and focused on the feel of her tongue in my mouth, and wondering if I should go ahead and wiggle my crotch into her hand.

Other than seeing my mom's bras hanging on the clothesline, I knew nothing of bras. Until a few weeks ago I had no idea the fucking things came armed with wire under the cups. I guessed it was to help support larger boobs but to me they were a pain in the ass. All the bras of my experience had clasps in the back, a row of barbarous metal hooks that looked and felt as if it would take pliers to unfasten them. I would let the hand on Claire's back fondle the clasps, trying to pretend I was going to unfasten them. Every time I thought of trying, the scene from "Animal House", of Pinto struggling to unfasten his date's bra, would pop into my head and I would start to sweat.

It occurs to me that a man who admits he could not keep random movie images out of his head while trying to feel up his date is not in a very good position to offer advice. Oh well, I already filed a disclaimer regarding dating advice.

That night was different. When I rubbed her back the metal hooks were missing. The cups still sported their damn wires but the back was smooth, no clasp. I couldn't figure out how she got the damn thing on without a clasp. Did she crawl into it, like a tight top?

My fingers left her breast and began to explore, moving from one breast to the other. I was enjoying touching Claire but I was also trying to solve the mystery of the bra. It was as my fingers stroked below her breasts I stumbled open the answer. The clasp was on the front, right between her boobs. It was plastic not metal and there was only one.

There was plenty of light in the basement. Her parent's had two rules: one, the basement door had to remain open and two, the lights had to stay on. I stopped kissing her long enough to look at the clasp. It looked woefully inadequate.

I sat there for a moment, nonplussed. Was this a signal? Was Claire making it easier for me to get to her bra undone? Those times I was pretending I was going to unfasten her bra had she been waiting for me to go ahead and do it? Or was there nothing more going on except this happened to be her last clean bra?

The impatient one for a change, she reached up and pulled my head back down, reaching for me with her mouth. She was an unbelievable kisser. As our lips found each other, I let my fingers trail between her breasts, casually, or so I imagined, exploring the mystery of this new clasp.

It was easy. The thing had to have been designed by a man who remembered what it was like to be a horny novice. All I had to do was press the ends back and toward each other, there was a click, and then one end of U-shaped clasp slide out of the other. Voila. 

I stopped there. I waited for Claire to sit up, reclose the bra and pull her top down. I was no longer seriously worried she'd tell me to get the fuck out and never bother her again but it didn't pay to take chances. She was not shy about letting me know when it was time to stop. I waited. The clasp was open but the cups still cradled her boobs. That would do just fine for now. It was much easier to touch her now that my hand was not trapped under her bra.

I waited but Claire did not sit up. She did not pull her shirt down. Her lips and tongue grew more frenetic. If she was sending any stop signals I wasn't seeing them.

I pulled away from her lips and kissed the side of her neck. If I tried that at the beginning of a make out session she'd shiver and push me away, tell me it tickled. If I did it while she was all hot and bothered, she moaned. 

She moaned. 

I kept kissing her neck, then nipping at it with my lips and finally my teeth. Neither of us was into hickeys. I didn't suck. I just delivered light playful bites. 

I sat up and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I gently grasped both sides of the clasp and lifted the cups off her breasts. 

They were beautiful. They were the firm full breasts that a woman is graced with for only a few short years. I thought boobs were a great argument for orbiting space colonies. No gravity. No sag. Beautiful breasts guaranteed for a lifetime.

It wasn't the fact they were my first in-the-flesh boobs that made them beautiful. They were simply gorgeous breasts -- end of story.

I was so enraptured by them, that for long minutes all I could do was stare. Claire's swimming suit was modest, most of her breasts were white, framed by the dark of her late summer tan. The areolas were small and pink. The nipples were hard and deeper rosier shade of pink. They looked like little candies. It was my hunger for them that woke me from my paralysis. 

I was too afraid to kiss them; that might bring her to her senses. Touching was allowed. I rested my hands atop Claire's breasts. I didn't want to do a Mr. Whipple imitation, so instead of squeezing I began to move my hands in circles. I didn't graze my hands over her nipples, not at first, but pressed firmly enough to move her breasts over her chest.

Her back arched and a soft moan sighed from between her lips. I remember how we were always so quiet back then, half listening for steps on the floor, half fearful of being heard. 

I missed the feel of her lips on mine and surrendered one breast in order to sway close enough to kiss her. Have I mentioned, she was an unbelievably good kisser? With her mouth occupied, and less able to say, "No, stop," I lifted my palm from her breast and stroked her nipple with my fingertips. She bit my tongue and her fingers clenched at my belly. Her other hand was under my shirt, caressing my back; she stopped the caresses long enough to pushed my shirt up in the back. The front rode up as well. Her hand moved from my belly and began to rub my chest. 

I put one fingertip atop her nipple and pushed softly, moving it in circles, as I had done earlier to her breast. Her fingernails dug into the skin around my own nipple. I gingerly, very gingerly, trapped her nipple between my thumb and finger. Her breath hissed into my mouth.

My balls ached. My cock felt like it would explode. Despite all we had been doing to each other that desperate summer, this was the first time I clearly articulated in my mind that I wanted to have sex with this girl. It may strike some as absurd that a decade after the summer of love, an eighteen year-old guy would still imagine he wouldn't have sex with a girl until they were married but a lot of us still did. I did, until the moment my fingers on her nipple caused that hiss of passion to pass from her mouth to mine.

It was like blowing on a coal to start a fire, head sideways to the ground, breathing over the ember, trying to call forth a flame. Her breath did the same to my soul, or my lust or my cock or all of it together. A thought, clear as summer air after a rain, blossomed in my mind -- I wanted to be naked with this girl -- I wanted to be on top of this girl -- I wanted my cock buried deep inside this girl.

I did not lose my mind completely. I didn't start ripping at her clothes. As soon as the thought formed, I knew it would not happen that night, probably not for many nights yet but now that I knew that's what I wanted, I expected it to happen some night.

I commenced trailing kisses down her neck. I resumed massaging her breast with the flat of my hand. With her nipple shielded by my hand, I extend my kisses, kissing and licking the swell of her breast. 

I went slowly, not wanting to startle her from the sensual haze that clouded her mind. I wasn't trying to take advantage of her, any more than she was trying to take advantage of me. I knew that we would not make love that night but I didn't want to bring the night to an early close by a thoughtless or clumsy move either.

I went slowly, allowing Claire time to adjust, time to get lost in the sensation, time to convince herself that here, at last, was the border beyond which we would not go. I was not sure where the border was. I was not sure where I would stop. Even with the advantage of years and experience, if not wisdom, I'm not sure where the line was for me that night. Had she slipped out of her clothes and begged me to make love to her, would I have done so? I had no rubbers with me that night. Would I have risked it? 

I don't know. I'm conflicted to this day. Part of me would like to believe I would have made love to her. That for once, I would have had the balls, no pun intended, to take the risk, to go for it. Another part of me hopes that even at eighteen I would have had brains enough to weigh the possible consequences. I have no idea what I would have done.

Moving at what seemed a glacial pace, I managed to work my kisses lower and lower, until I was kissing along the side of my hand, the one guarding her nipple. I moved my hand slightly, never altering the rhythm of my kisses, until my fingertips rested atop her nipple.

I began to kiss the back of my own fingers. I did this several times and Claire made no response. Her hands continued to clutch at my back and chest.

I spread my fingers, cradling her nipple between them. I kissed the finger on either side, giving her two more chances to pull away, before I kissed between my fingers.

Her nipple felt much harder against my lips than it had against my hand and fingers. 

A low growl vibrated her chest. She arched her back, nudging her breast closer to my mouth. I let my hand slip away to rest on her stomach and took her nipple between my lips.

Now that I had made it this far I had no idea what to do. I extrapolated from our kisses and treated her nipple like it was her tongue, pushing and flicking it with my own. Her response suggested that this was a reasonable approach. The hand that clawed at my chest moved to entwine itself in my hair and force my mouth against her breast. My own hand pressed against her back, holding her close. 

With my free hand, I drug my nails up and down the inside of her leg, sure her jeans would protect her from any scratches. My hand roamed as low as her knee and back to her upper thigh.

I remembered the bra and its clasp in the front. I remembered how I had wondered if she was trying to tell me to go ahead. Had the same been true about her hand? Had she simply been too hesitant to touch me? Had she been waiting for me to do what I had wanted to do? To flex my hips, push the hard outline of my cock into her hand?

I rested my hand over the crotch of her jeans. I didn't press or squeeze. I just let it rest atop her zipper. My mouth was still latched onto her breast. Her hand pulled at my hair. I could hear her soft panting in my ear, nothing else.

I pressed softly with my fingers against her jeans. Trying to tell her without words to take her hand out of my hair and for God's sake touch me. 

These days I'm an atheist, not an obnoxious one I hope, but an atheist nonetheless. I wasn't an atheist when I was eighteen. A few hours later, mopping a floor, a task that proved to be insufficiently difficult to keep my mind occupied, I wondered if I had damned myself for daring to ask God for help committing a sin. 

He may not exist but her hand did move to my crotch and it did clutch at my denim-clad erection. I shuddered so hard I thought I had cum in my pants. My pants had been getting wet for some time by this point. As I shifted my hips, trying to press myself deeper into her hand, my jeans didn't seem to be much wetter. I felt no easing of the tension and ache in my balls. I hadn't cum in my pants. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.

I risked speaking; we hadn't said a word for an hour, maybe longer. 

"Claire, that feels so good." 

She didn't reply so I said no more. Instead, I began to rub my fingers up and down the crotch of her jeans, pressing as hard as I dare without worrying I would hurt her. 

She moved her hand off my erection. I silently cussed myself for opening my mouth and ruining everything. Under the curses I breathed a sigh of relief. This had been getting too intense. As much as I wanted to do more, as much as I expected to do more at some point, I was still afraid. I was more afraid I'd make a fool of myself, of not know what to do, than I was of getting her pregnant. Pregnancy would have been such a terminal disaster my mind rejected even the notion of worrying about it, much as it had, up until a few minutes ago, rejected even the notion that what we were doing might lead to sex.

Almost before I had time to realize what was happening, her hand wiggled beneath the waist of my jeans and her fingers wrapped around my cock. I didn't wear underwear in those days. My fantasies lacked specificity but one detail was a constant, my erection springing free as Claire, usually Claire anyway, unbuttoned the fly of my 501 jeans. 

I always meant to ask her if she would have put her hand in my pants if she knew I wasn't wearing underwear. I always meant to ask but never did. 

There wasn't room inside my jeans for her to do more than squeeze my dick. She couldn't stroke it, assuming she wanted to. I certainly wanted her to. 

I let her nipple slip from my mouth and rolled to lie with my back against the sofa. My head was thrown back over the edge of the cushion. I stretched my left leg out and bent the right, letting it fall away, spreading my legs as far as I comfortably could. All of a sudden tight jeans didn't seem so sexy. They seemed a total fucking nuisance. 

The massive key ring I needed for work was digging into the side of my ass but I didn't care. If I had simply lain still, a few more squeezes of her fingers would have gotten me off. Her skin was blazing where it touched my skin. My dick must have been hotter because her fingers felt almost cool as she gently squeezed. 

I wanted to cum, I was dying to cum but at the same time afraid to. I was afraid the mess would freak her out. She'd think I was a pervert or something if I came all over her hand.

I raised my head to look at her. She was staring at my crotch, watching her fingers move under the taut denim.

I had to get some relief, even if it was only from the physical pressure. I reached down and unbuckled my belt. That helped some. Her fingers kept moving. I thumbed open the waist button and then quickly open the second.

She jerked her fingers away. Her face bore a look of fear, as if she had nearly been bitten by a snake she had failed to see until it was nearly too late.

She drew in a shuddery breath and sat up straight tugging her shirt down over her breasts.

I scooted up so that my back was flat against the couch. Even today I don't know if I left my pants open hoping I could convince her to keep going, or because I was anxious to assuage her fear.

I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her to my chest. She let me. Her cheek rested on my bare chest, my shirt was still bunched up under my arm on that side. 

"Hey Claire, I'm sorry," and I was. "I didn't mean to push you. I got carried away. You are just so incredibly hot. I'm sorry."

I stroked her hair as I spoke. She was quiet for what felt like forever.

"It's not your fault," she finally whispered. "I'm not upset with you. I don't know what I was thinking." She was quiet again. "When you started to take off your pants all I wanted was for you to hurry up and get them off, then take off mine. I wanted to feel you inside me. I wanted you to make love to me." There was another pause. "I still do want that but we can't. I've always known I wouldn't do that until I was married." She shook her head against my chest. "Not because that's what my parents tell me or because the minister says it's the right thing to do but because I want to save that part of me for my husband."

What could I say to that? I didn't think it was a crazy idea at the time. Even now I don't think it is totally crazy, maybe a little silly but not a total whack job loony notion.

Her fingers began to trail over my stomach. Looking past her head I could see the head of my cock was visible. If she had her eyes open she had to be able to see it and the pre-cum that oozed from the slit to puddle in my pubic hair.

Should I button up? If I did, she would have to move and the evening, now early morning, session would be gaveled to a close. It was more comfortable with my fly part way open. That was the deciding factor. I left it open.




Summer Camping Ch. 01



I stroked her hair and she rubbed my belly. 

"Did you like what I was doing? I mean, you know, kissing your breast." I asked softly, hoping she'd lie if she didn't.

"Uh-huh," she answered promptly. "Couldn't you tell?" She giggled and I felt better.

"Were you hoping I would do that?" 

It took her longer to answer. "Yes and no. I wanted you to do more than just put your hand on my boob. A part of me wanted you to see my boobs but I didn't think you would open my bra all the way like that." She shook her head, still not looking at me. "I didn't mind though. I almost sat up and took off my shirt and bra for you. I might have if I couldn't get the image of my dad's face glaring at us. Can you imagine it?" She giggled. 

I did not giggle. I could, all too easily, imagine her father glaring at me. I would have been lucky if all he did was glare.

"You've been rubbing my belly lower and lower." I whispered into her auburn hair. "Where you waiting for me to ask you to touch me, or hoping I would move so that you could or am I just imagining things?"

Claire shrugged. "I don't know. Honest. I can see how excited you get. Once I did touch you. Didn't you notice?" She must have felt me nod my head because she continued before I could reply. "I guess I was waiting for some sort of signal. When you put your hand between my legs it seemed safe to return the favor."

"Uh-huh." I waited then plunged ahead. "What about that? Did that bother you? Me touching you there?"

Her head moved against my chest. "No, the only thing that bothered me was how badly I wanted you to do more."

I content myself with a nod.

When Claire spoke, her voice was both tentative and soft, barely audible. "What about you? Did you like me touching you like that?"

"Oh yeah. I told you already it felt good. It felt more than good. It was out there, knock my socks off, hot. You almost made me, you know, orgasm, cum." 

"What's it like?" She whispered in that same tentative voice.

"What, an orgasm?" 

"She shook her head. "No, I mean yes but not the orgasm itself, what's it like when you -- ejaculate?"

It was my turn to giggle. "Spoken like a future nurse, 'ejaculate'. For someone so freaking hot there is this weird streak of Puritan in you. You mean what is it like when I shoot my wad, cum, bust a nut, cream my jeans, splooge? That what you are asking?"

She took the time to hit me in the chest before speaking. "Don't be mean."

"I'm not trying to be mean. I'm trying to loosen you up a little, that's all."

"It just seems strange, those words, what's wrong with 'ejaculate'?"

"It sounds cold and clinical, devoid of passion and feeling." I try to mimic the Grey Poupon dude from the commercial. "'I say darling, would it trouble you greatly if I were to move my tumescent penis in a rhythmic fashion in and out of your vagina until I ejaculate?' Sorry that sounds stranger to me than -- 'God you're amazing, all I can think about is cumming inside you' -- that's all. I really don't mean it to sound mean."

"Is that true?"

"What true? That I don't mean to be mean?"

"No," she whispered. "That all you think about is -- cumming inside me?"

"Yeah, for the last fifteen minutes anyway." I answer honestly. "Until the moment I was gazing at your boobs, gorgeous boobs by the way." Before I could continue, she interrupted me with a giggled "thank you." 

"Before then, it really never occurred to me that we would do more than some intense making out, then boom I had an epiphany. By the way, that is how I'm going to remember what 'epiphany' means if I ever have to take another damn vocab test. I'll remember the sudden flash of insight I had staring at your beautiful breasts -- 'someday I will make love to Claire'. So, yeah, since that epiphany, making love to you has been prominent in my thoughts."

"We can't. I told you. I want that to be for my husband."

I wanted to ask her how she was so sure I wasn't going to be her husband. I've always been an earlier committer. 

"I know. I heard you. A lot of people imagine that. Based on the number of shotgun weddings around here not many people succeed. Even if you did, half the marriages end in divorce, according to Time anyway. What if you save yourself for the wrong guy? Just because you stand in front of a preacher doesn't always mean you've picked the right guy. I'll admit I might be a bit biased here but I think those are reasonable points."

"I'm not going to get divorced."

I decide to let that past. When she speaks again her fear is plain. "What if I got pregnant?"

Without thinking, I popped out with, "that's inconceivable." 

Claire paused then started giggling. My humor tended to be both more juvenile and prurient than Claire's. She was the one on the improv team. Still, it was a good pun. I think it was a pun. I felt the tension drain from her body with her giggles. She relaxed against me and her fingers began to brush at the hair that was beginning to cover my chest.

When she turned her face up to kiss me, my own nervousness melted away. My lips felt swollen. Our kisses were not grandmotherly but they had none of the frantic urgency of earlier. Have I mentioned she was an unbelievably good kisser? Claire, even at the tender age of eighteen, was a true master of all the subtle variations of kissing.

The conversation may have drifted into some pretty heavy topics but my boner never faded. Her lips and tongue simply re-focused my attention on it.

I jumped when she touched me. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered into her mouth.

She broke the kiss before replying. "It's okay. I just needed to stop for a minute, get a grip. I'm not afraid now. I can control myself."

Her fingers traced the V in the underside of the head of my cock and I shivered. 

"I knew about, I mean we learned about, pre-seminal discharge in advanced biology and sex ed, but I didn't think it would be so much." She said as she rose up a bit to get a better look.

"It isn't usually. But making out with you always causes some. I make sure to wash my own pants. I don't need mom asking questions about the stains."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Sure. Does that gross you out?"

She shook her head. "Can I see?" she whispered.

It was so unexpected I wasn't sure what she meant. "See what?"

She tossed me an irritated look, as if I was teasing her. "Your penis. What else?"

"Huh? You want to look at my penis?"

"Yes." 

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes." A moment later she added, "But I just want to see it okay?"

I shrugged. I popped open the last couple of buttons. I was too turned on to be shy. I raised my butt and pushed my jeans down to my knees. My balls were caught between my legs. After I shoved my jeans down, I re-adjusted, not trying to be discrete. 

Since, I got rid of my braces I was more confident about my smile. I still think my nose is too big. I'm happy to settle for okay when it comes to my looks. The one thing I'm arrogant about is my cock. It isn't that it's big, from what I've read it is average, maybe a little above average. I just think it looks good. It fits my body. It fits my hands. It's my cock and it is the only thing about my body I'm unconditionally happy with. I don't mind if Claire looks at it. In fact, I got off on having her look at it.

I didn't touch myself. I watched Claire's face. She looked interested. I assumed that was good. 

"Are you doing that?"

Once again she had lost me. "Doing what?"

"Making your penis bounce like that?"

I grinned. "Give me your hand." Her eyes jerked toward me. "Don't freak. Just give me your hand." I reassured her.

She did and I rested it over my heart. She stared at me. "Can you feel my heart beat?" She nodded. "Look," I said pointing to my dick with my chin. She looked. "It bounces from my heart beat," I explained.

"This is me." I tightened muscles I couldn't identify and my dick stood a little taller off my belly. I relaxed and it went back to its metronomic bobbing. 

Claire left her hand on my chest. "You never told me what it was like when you ejaculate. You simply teased me about not saying 'cum'." She paused and I started to answer but she cut me off. "Would you show me?"

"Huh? You want to watch me masturbate?"

She nodded. Holy shit. I really wanted to but Claire wasn't the only one who had calmed down a bit.

"Yeah sure, if you really want but not now."

"Why?" 

"Mostly because it will make a huge mess. At home I'd clean up with an old tee shirt or towel. What would I use here?"

"I can get you a towel."

"I do my laundry at home. Do you do yours?"

"Most of the time I do."

"Cool, but would your folks think it was weird if you were washing a towel tomorrow? Trust me you don't want your mom grabbing it by mistake out of the hamper."

"I'll just throw it in with my stuff." She paused. "Would an old rag work? Something I can stuff in the bottom of the trash can?"

I shrugged. "If it's clean, and reasonably soft, sure a rag would work."

"Hang on." 

Claire stood. I noticed her re-fastening her bra as she stepped over me. She hurried down the short hall and a light flicked on in the room her mother sewed in. When she came back she had a square of pale material in her hand.

"It's a scrap piece of muslin she uses when she is laying out a pattern. Is it too rough?"

I felt it. "No, it will be fine." I waited as she settled herself back beside me. 

"Are you going to do it too?" I asked. She looked at me blankly. "Masturbate. Are you going to masturbate with me?"

She looked surprised. "I don't know. It's not something I was thinking of."

I slid down, lying now more than sitting. I wiggled my legs up and down, working my jeans lower, getting them around my ankles, praying to God I wouldn't hear footsteps upstairs, or worse, on the basement steps.

I pulled my feet up, my knees falling apart into my favorite jerking off position, my left rested on Claire's outstretched legs. I pulled at my balls a few times then ran my hand over the head of my cock, slickening my palm and fingers with the precum that continued to seep from my dick.

Claire seemed fascinated. I slid my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times. This was hot, way hotter than I would have guessed. I wanted to jerk my cock for her. I wanted to watch her gasp as stream after stream of cum splashed over my chest and belly. I wanted to hit the couch behind me. Let her folks watch TV sitting on my dried jizz.

"Claire," I whispered. She looked at me. "Let me see your boobs. I won't touch them if you don't want me too but show them to me. Please."

She hesitated for a moment, then pulled her tee shirt up and caught it under her chin. She popped open the clasp with one hand and then pulled her bra aside.

"Jesus," I groaned. "You're so beautiful." She smiled. She should have. I meant it.

She did look beautiful. She also looked unsure and uncomfortable. I stopped stroking myself and rolled toward her.

"Hey, you don't have to show me your boobs if you don't want to."

"It's not that or not only that. I feel dumb sitting here with my boobs hanging out."

"You don't look dumb to me." I touched her arm. "Do you play with your breasts when you get yourself off?"

She frowned. "A couple of times. I felt embarrassed afterward."

There it was again, that strange streak of guilt, in a girl that overflowed with passion.

"Why would you be embarrassed baby?" I startled both of us. It was the first time either of us had used a pet name for the other. "Seriously, what's to be embarrassed about? Did it feel good?"

She nodded. "It felt great but I felt, I don't know, wanton is the best word I can think of."

I rolled over enough to kiss her belly, well below her breast.

"Should I stop?" I asked as a rolled onto my back.

She shook her head. "No. I want to see."

"Okay baby." I liked calling her that. "You can pull your shirt down. I love looking at your breasts but I don't want you feeling all weird about it." I had an idea. "Why don't you pull your top down and play with your breasts underneath it? Would that feel less wanton to you?"

"Maybe," she shrugged as she tugged her top back into position. She didn't touch her breasts.

I settled back and prepared to finish. I needed to leave for work soon. I rubbed my hand over the head of my dick and began to slide it up and down. 

I felt Claire lean and then her fingers touched me. She stroked her fingertips over the lower part of my shaft, near my balls, where my hand was not in her way. I stopped jerking myself and let my hand fall onto my thigh.

At first she did nothing but then I felt her fingers close around my dick. She began to move her hand but she was squeezing too tightly and pulled the skin. She must have seen me wince because she let go.

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"Not really," I lied. "Here, like this." I took her hand in mine and rubbed it over the head of my cock. "Just not too tight. Let your hand slide over the skin."

Her sweet hand closed around me again. This time her hand glided over me, light as heaven. 

"Mmm, that feels unbelievable Claire. Jeez." Her pace quickened.

"I'm not going to last long, you want me to take over?"

She shook her head. I didn't ask her if she was sure. 

I reached down and took her hand again, moving it higher so that it glided over the head and not just the shaft.

"Oh wow, just like that, that's perfect." I gasped.

It didn't take more than a dozen more strokes of her hand before my hips were bucking. 

"Oh my Lord," she gasped and let go of my cock when the first jets of semen flew over my chest to land on the front of the couch and my shoulder, the second hit me in the face.

"Don't stop," I called louder than I meant to as I reached for my dick, inadvertently tasting the cum that had landed on my lips. I had never tasted cum before.

Claire recovered quickly and it was her hand not mine that coaxed several more streams of hot cum from my aching balls. Her hand continued to move over the head, covering my dick and her hand with cum. 

I collapsed back onto the carpet, panting. I couldn't have moved even if her dad came thundering down the stairs.

Her hand continued to rub my dick. I move my hand to hers and signaled her to stop. She was keeping me hard and at that point I really wanted my dick to relax.

She laid down beside me, resting her head on my arm. She couldn't lay it on my chest. It was covered in my own jizz. 

I should have been beyond being surprised but she had one more up her sleeve. Her index finger, the one already covered by my output, began to poke and play in the puddles of cum on my chest and belly.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"It's weird. Some it is almost thin as water. I always imagined it would be thicker."

"It is sometimes," I explained. "When I've been really excited for a long time it is more watery." 

She continued to prod at the puddles. "There are thicker globs of white. Is that your sperm?"

"Jesus Claire, I guess. All of it is full of sperm I think." 

She actually giggled. "I have a naturally inquisitive mind."

"Yeah, that you do." I looked down at my chest and belly. "Holy cow. Look what you did to me. I've never cum that much in my life."

She giggled again. "You're a mess." I nodded. I had to agree. I started to ask for the scrap of cloth she had brought, hoping it was big enough, but she spoke before I could.

"Some of it landed in your mouth. Does that happen a lot?"

I shook my head. "I've splattered my cheek a couple of times but that was a first."

Her gaze was more serious. "What did it taste like?"

I shrugged. "I don't know how to describe it. In dirty books they always say it tastes salty but it didn't taste salty to me."

She dipped her finger in the puddle cooling in my belly button. She did what I wondered if she was going to do before I could finish the thought.

She stuck the finger in her mouth, exactly as if sampling a sauce she was cooking. 

She shook her head. "No it isn't salty is it?" She shook her head. "Doesn't taste like anything that I can think of. It makes my mouth feel like it wants to pucker, like a persimmon that isn't quite ripe but it doesn't taste like a persimmon." She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, that wasn't much of a sample. I'll have to withhold judgment for now."

"Hand me that cloth would you Claire."

She twisted to where she had dropped it on the couch. "What happen to 'baby'?"

I could feel myself blush. I took the cloth from her and wiped her hand off. "Ladies first," I paused. "Baby".

She grinned. 

The scrap of muslin wasn't very absorbable. I mostly used it to scoop the jizz off my body. I was going to be late for work but I didn't care. I pulled my pants up, buttoned them and cinched my belt. I remember to dab the cum off the front of the couch and we sat down. Claire took a moment to fix her bra.

We kissed for a few minutes. The kisses were gentle and soft and stayed etched in my memory forever.

I hugged her close.

"That was crazy, Claire. You okay?"

She smiled. "Of course. Did you really like it?"

"No." I picked up the soaked cloth and waved it. "I was faking. I did way more than 'liked it' goof. You were unbelievable." 

I felt my mouth start to say, "I love you" but closed it. I was afraid it would sound insincere, a post-orgasmic tic rather than a statement of faith. I would wait.

"You're going to be late."

"Yeah, probably. No biggie. I'm the only one there. As long as everything is ready when we open, the manager won't care. The work will be done and he won't have to pay me as much."

I kissed her again. "I should get going though. The key phrase in that sentence was 'as long as everything is ready'. If it's not I'll get reamed."

"Are you stopping by after work?"

"I'd love to but I don't want to push my luck with your folks and you might still be asleep. How about Sunday, after church? I'm not working Sunday. You want to go to the zoo or maybe the Arch or something?"

She nodded. "We should. Let's do something. My folks will want me to have dinner with them. You want to come?"

"Sure, but mom has been making noise about how she never sees me and I'll be going away to school soon, the usual." I frowned. "I hate to waste half the day though. Is two o'clock too early? Our church is out at nine so we'll be done with dinner by one o'clock."

"Two o'clock will be perfect." 

Claire followed up the stairs, kissed me once more and locked the door behind me.

My dick never got completely soft. It was only fifteen minutes to work but I kept thinking about the night, not so much how her hand felt on my dick, though that was great, but how her breasts had looked and how her nipple felt between my lips. 

I didn't bother with walking to the bathroom. I had to mop the floors anyway. I leaned against the cold steel of the back door, unbuttoned my jeans, slicked my hand with spit and jerk off onto the floor. It was not as intense or as copious, but it settled me down enough to get to work.

We did go to the zoo. The last few weeks of our summer disappeared into the haze and humidity and we left for different colleges, our college choices having been made before we started dating. None of the summer's remaining make-out sessions approached that one in the basement. Claire would undo her bra for me but her shirt stayed down. She would squeeze me through my pants and didn't seem to mind if I put my hand between her legs but nothing was unzipped, nothing was unbuttoned. 

I worked up the courage, sitting on the swings at the park near her house to tell her I loved her. We were not coming off a make-out session nor getting ready to start one. I still worried she would think I was saying it as a means of coercing her to do more. She smiled and said that was sweet. She thought she might be in love with me but she needed more time. Not the most ringing endorsement in the world but better than a flat out laugh and rejection.




Summer Camping Ch. 01



First semester was a bitch, not academically, but socially. I don't think cell phones were invented yet, if they were no one I knew had one. This was the snail-mail-and-shared-pay-phone in the dorm lobby era. We only saw each other twice. She came over for the Christmas party at my frat. For the first time, we made it nearly as far as that night in her basement, for my part, even further. For the first time, my hand moved under her panties. My middle finger was pressing into her wetness when my idiot roommate knocked, explaining when I jerked open the door that he had forgotten his fucking toothbrush.

Over Christmas break, she broke up with me. Her former boyfriend had never accepted no for an answer. He pestered her with pages long love poems and shit. She said we weren't breaking up. She just needed time to straighten out her head. She didn't want to see either of us.



Summer Camping Ch. 02



If you skipped Part I, the only tidbit of truth in this tale is I once went camping with a girlfriend and her sister. There is no sister-sister incest or FMF action in either part. 

In Part 1, after an intense summer of firsts Claire breaks up with our hero over Christmas break.

LarryInSeattle took a first stab at editing. I changed a few sections after he returned it. Any remaining errors are mine alone.

As always comments are welcome, even negative ones if they are constructive.

Everyone depicted in the story is over 18.

Enjoy. 

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At first I fell back into my be-a-nice-understanding-supportive-guy mode. Underneath that was the more truthful she-was-never-going-to-pick-you insecurity mode.

A went back to school seriously depressed for the first time in my life. Then one night I got pissed. Fuck this. My roommate had gone out with bunch to one of the local watering holes. I shoved everything off my desk, scrounged through my desk for my stash of laundry quarters (I washed my stuff in the bathroom sink the rest of the month) and stomped down to one of the pay phones.

There was a door on the phone booth but there was no way for it to contain my ravings. I had never raised my voice to Claire. I made up for it that night. I told her that just because I didn't mope around writing hackneyed poems or sending her cassette tapes of myself moaning some bullshit love song to her, it didn't mean I didn't love her and if she couldn't figure that out without needing space "to grow" she wasn't as smart as I had thought. She was crying by the end and I almost felt bad. I shouted good-bye and hung up.

I went back to my room, stripped off my clothes, and dropped them in a heap by my bed. I flopped on my back and started pounding my dick so hard it hurt my balls. It most have really hurt because I never got hard, never came close to cumming. Instead, I rolled over pressed my face against the wall and fell asleep telling myself I was a total and complete fucking pussy if I cried.

I feel asleep on top of the covers and woke to my roommate asking me what the fuck was going on. A rational person would have understood his confusion. I, a guy who took his underwear off under a wrapped towel before heading to the shower, was lying naked on top of the bed. On top of that, my books, papers, and pens were strewn across the floor. A rational person would have understood his confusion. I on the other hand simply yelled at the top of my lungs.

"What the fuck do you want?? Forget your fucking toothbrush again??"

I had convinced myself, in the time it took me to wake up, that if he hadn't interrupted us after the Christmas party, Claire wouldn't have broken up with me. It was a stupid idea. He had no clue what the fuck I was screaming about and simply watched slack jawed as I jerked on my pants and tee shirt and stomped out bare footed. I didn't get very far. January in Illinois is not bare foot weather. I ended up in the main dorm lounge. I planned to watch TV and sleep out there but all that was on were old horror films. I found myself obsessing over remembering what stupid movie was playing on the TV that night in Claire's basement. How could I claim to love her if I couldn't remember what movie was on TV? If it was real love, wouldn't I remember every single thing about that night? 

I turned the TV off but still couldn't sleep. It was freezing and I didn't have a blanket.

My roommate, left the door propped open for me. He must have known I didn't have my key. He didn't say a word when I skulked back into our room. I climbed under the covers, fully clothed this time, and though I had not expected to, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next day, Saturday, I picked up my shit and put it back on my desk. My roommate never asked a single question. Of course, he didn't need to. By noon, two different guys had trooped down to our room to tell me Claire was on the phone. Both times I told them to tell her I wasn't in. He didn't needed to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out what was up.

By Sunday I had calmed down enough to write her. I still didn't want to talk to her. I apologized for yelling and making her cry but not for what I had said. What I had said was the truth, at least as I saw it. 

I still have her letters. And my replies. Claire sent to them to me a few years later. If we had dated today the letters would have been text messages. Claire replied to my letter and off we went. It is probably too late for brevity but the Twitter version would look something like this:

Claire to me -- "I never wanted to hurt you but I am surprised at your outburst. I've never been sure if you really meant the things you said to me. You seemed so self-contained, almost aloof, as if it didn't matter if I was there or not. It was hard for me to believe you were really be in love with me. I was scared."

Me to Claire -- "You're scared? Welcome to the fucking world. If you need a badly rhymed poem in order to believe me when I say I love you, you are shit out of luck."

Claire to, oh fuck it you get the idea, - "That's not what I meant."

"Oh? Then what did you mean?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Because you dumped me. Think that might have something to do with it?"

"I didn't dump you. I told you I need time to clear my head."

"Try Vick's Vapor Rub, works for me."

"Why are you being so mean?"

"Because I'm pissed. PS let me save you a stamp. I'm pissed because you dumped me."

"No, I didn't."

"What do you call 'I don't see us having a future together' then?"

"I said I couldn't see us having a future together right then, not forever."

"Way to parse a sentence. I thought you were going to nursing school not law school. Do you have a time frame for how often I should check to see where our future stands? Did you tell Mr. Poetry the same thing? Are you seeing him?"

"No I am not seeing him! Not that that is any of your business. Jerk."

"Really? Not my business? I tell you I love you, you say it back, you do remember that part don't you? Then you say you need time to decide if Mr. Poetry is out of your life and that is not any of my business?"

By that point we had corresponded our way through most of February. 

"Can you give me a ride home for spring break?"

"Not if you're still seeing Mr. Poetry. What would be the point Claire?"

"I want to talk to you in person."

"Let me reiterate, what would be the point Claire? Nothing's changed."

"Yes it has. Mike is out of the picture."

"Mike is out of the picture how? If he's dumped you I'm not interested in being your conciliation prize."

"Oh my God you are such a jerk. Forget it. For the record he did not 'dump' me. I told him I didn't love him like I use to and that we could only be friends."

In the end I couldn't give her a ride home anyway. I still had finals. Her last weekend of spring break was my first weekend. We had one Saturday before she had to head back to school. 

We agreed to meet. We met at her house, hardly neutral ground. It was tense but we managed a couple of laughs despite my anger. We didn't kiss. When I had to leave the hug was awkward. It was worse than hugging a smelly cheek pinching great aunt.

When she closed the door I did not expect to see her again.

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Claire was not as short of funds as I was in those days but she was hardly riding high. She called me at my mom's three times the week after she got back to school. For those of you born after the payphone era, that is a lot of quarters. I offered to call her instead but she refused. 

I scrounged a little extra gas money and was able to detour by Claire's college on my way back to school. We splurged on a couple of burgers and shakes. We both skipped the onions. We found a quiet spot near the river. It was warm enough for us to lay in the grass and talk. For the first time since Christmas, our words were free of recrimination or accusation.

She was still an unbelievably good kisser. That was all we did. We were starting over. I didn't try to touch her breasts or between her legs. We kissed, both content to see what happened next. 

Reams of paper and several drained Bic roller ball pens is what happened next. I changed my summer plans. I had intended to stay and work on campus, take classes, see if I could finish up in three years. I couldn't get out of the first session but by the Fourth of July I was home, busy burger flipping, floor moping and spending as much time with Claire as I could.

For some reason we spent less time in Claire's basement and more time at my house. Claire and my mom settled into reasonably stable orbits around each other. My house was too small for fooling around in unless mom was out, which was rare.

I lived in the sticks. The town had three bars, four churches and a Post Office. That was it. A quarter or mile or so down a gravel road past my house an abandoned farmhouse became our make out spot. The floors were too dusty and dirty to sit on, much less lie down on, but we were young. We could make out standing up. There was something hot about pressing my body into Claire as she leaned against a wall.

I discovered that if I wiggled one leg between hers, Claire would take considerable pleasure in grinding her crotch against my knee. She had her first orgasm that way; I guess I should say she had her first orgasm with me that way. She was comfortable letting me caress her breasts again. She would loosen her bra but, as before, her shirt stayed down.

She wasn't leaning against the wall that day. I was. My right knee was between her legs, and my foot was braced against the wall. I pulled her toward me with a hand on the small of her back. The other massage her breast underneath her unfastened bra. We were kissing of course, tongues dueling with each other like a couple of Kung Fu masters. She was rubbing herself in circles against my knee as I pressed it up against her. 

I lightened the pressure of my hand on her breast, grazing her nipple instead of pressing against it. She moaned around my tongue. I stroked the hard nub of her nipple then pushed it into the soft mound of her breast and was rewarded with another moan.

I broke our kiss and pulled my hand from under her shirt. Claire's eyes snapped open I saw disappointment in her eyes. Seeing that made me feel good. I put my fingers in my mouth and wet them. I didn't pull her shirt up, not exactly, but I had to move it out of the way. My wet fingers began to caress her nipple. That time her moan was more of a groan. 

She leaned in, seeking my mouth but I didn't kiss her. I wanted to watch her face. 

She opened her eyes, questioning me without speaking.

"Uh-uh baby. I love your mouth but I want to watch you. I want to watch your face while I play with your nipple." I gave her nipple the gentlest of pinches. It slipped between my moist fingers. 

She gasped.

"You like that Claire?" She nodded but didn't speak. "Should I do it again?" Another silent nod. I rolled her nipple very softly between my fingers. Her body twitched.

"More?" I whispered. She nodded. 

I touched my lips to hers briefly. "Say it then. Get it out of your head, make it real. It's okay. Tell me what you like."

She was quiet. I resigned myself to having pushed a little too hard. I rested the flat of my hand over her breast.

"No," she whispered. "Play with my breast like you were doing. Please."

I re-wet my fingers and plucked at her nipple. "You mean like this? Baby, that's not your breast, that's your nipple. You're nipple is almost as hard as my dick. Is that what you want? You want me to play with your nipple?"

"Yes," she gasped.

I kissed the side of her mouth. "Okay." My fingers rolled and pulled at her, a little harder than before. "Tell me if it is too much." She nodded in answer.

As my fingers worked at her nipple, she began to press harder and harder against my knee. She pressed a final time and then grew very still, only her hips twitched. One hand flew to her mouth and she bit the side of her hand. I closed my fingers on her nipple and tugged, not hard but harder than I before.

"Let it go. I want to feel you cum on my leg. Let it go," I offered in encouragement. She didn't need it.

Her other hand flew to press against mine. A long muffled, panted groan hissed past her teeth.

She fell into my arms so suddenly I almost let her fall. She clung to me, panting and shaking. I couldn't help pressing my hardon against her leg. I wanted to jerk my pants open and stroke myself until I joined her but I was afraid I'd pushed enough today. 

Her chest began to shake and I was afraid she was crying. I heard her chuckle and relaxed.

"You okay?" I whispered into her hair.

"Oh, yeah, I'm definitely okay. Holy cats."

I kissed the top of her head. "Now you know how I felt it the basement that time, except my orgasm was even better since you did it for me."

She tilted her head to look at me from under her bangs. "You did that to me, it was your hand on my back, your lips on mine, your fingers on my nipple and your words in my ears. You did that to me every bit as much as I did it to you."

I hadn't thought of it that way. I bundled her up in my arms, squeezing as close to my body as I could.

"I love you." 

She squeezed me back. "I know," she whispered and her breath tickled the hair on my chest. I was glad that was settled but in the back of my mind I wished she would have said it back.

My cock gave an involuntary twitch against her leg.

She pulled away, looked down and began to giggle. When I looked down a huge wet spot, just to the left of my fly, greeted me. 

"I told you that you should wear underwear," she giggled. "Explain that to your mom."

I shook my head. "Underwear wouldn't have helped. You turn me on too much." 

"I like that," she whispered and kissed my cheek before stepping away and standing on my left side. "Show me," she murmured against my shoulder. "I want to watch you cum again."

I turned to face her. "Unbutton my pants then," I whispered as I stood away from the wall.

The feel of her fingers against the skin of my belly nearly made me cum. She undid the buttons and without being asked, pushed my jeans down off my hips. I moved my legs up and down and they collapsed into a blue puddle around my ankles. 

My cock was nearly vertical. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked me. It felt wonderful but I wanted to jerk off for her. I was getting very turned on by the idea of her watching me.

I leaned back against the wall and rubbed my hand over the head. Most of the lubrication I needed had soaked into my jeans. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked along the inside of my thumb and first finger, then wrapped my hand around my dick and started to jerk off. As I did more precum was milked from my cock, I swirled my hand over the head, keeping my cock slick enough to allow for fast hard jerks of my hand. I encircled the base of my cock and balls with my left hand and squeezed. I had had several months to expand my jerk off repertoire. I liked the deep ache that resulted. I pushed my balls forward so that my stroking right hand could bounce into them, turning the ache into a crescendo of aching excitement.

Claire pressed against my side. My left arm was nestled in her cleavage. She rested her head on my chest and watched me pound away at my cock. 

The ache in my guts threatened to turn to pain as the pressure built. I held back as long as I could. When my hips began to buck I exaggerated the movement. I was immature enough to imagine Claire might be impressed at the distance I could achieve.

Maybe she wasn't impressed but I was. The first eruption landed an easy six feet away. The second flew nearly as far. Ejaculation appears to follow a logarithmic decay. The last gasp dribbled over my hand.

I let my ass fall back against the wall. I didn't want to get cum on my jeans. I milked the last few gobs from the head of my cock. My brain wasn't fully engaged yet and I raised my hand to my mouth and began to lick it clean, forgetting to worry how Claire would respond. I had gotten into the habit of doing that, cleaning my hand. I usually wiped most of the mess off my chest and belly with a towel or shirt, but my hand I licked clean. On occasion, no dirty shirt at hand, I might wipe my chest and belly off with my hand and eat my load, but usually it was just a quick swirl of the tongue around my thumb and fingers.

Claire's stare made me aware of what I was doing. Nonchalance seemed the best defense. I met her eyes and continued with what I was doing.

"Do you always do that?" I heard curiosity rather than disgust in her voice.

"Most of the time," I admitted. "Does it bother you?"

She tilted her head considering before answering, "No," and left it at that.

She reached for my softening cock with her left hand and squeezed one more drop onto her finger. She licked it off with the same contemplative look on her face. She dropped her hand and shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'm pretty sure I don't like the taste but I don't think I hate it either."

I let the usual post-orgasmic haze settle over my body and mind. If I was in my own bed I would have rolled over and taken a snooze but not here; the floor was filthy. It crossed my mind to sneak an old mattress down here somehow. Getting it past the house without mom seeing it would be the only hard part.

"Do you like thinking about me doing that?" Claire whispered.

Had I missed something? "I'm not following. Doing what?"

"Putting my mouth on you," she whispered, taking me by surprise. When she spoke again it was louder, her voice firm. "You know, giving you a BJ, sucking your dick, blow you, smoke your pole. You know," her smile widened as I gaped in surprise, "fellate you, you big dork."

I grabbed her and pulled her around to lie on top of me as she squealed. She had to straddle my legs; my feet were still bound at the ankles by my jeans. I pushed my confused cock against her crotch. My poor dick didn't know whether it should take a knee or gear up for another play. 

I locked my lips over hers and drove my tongue into her mouth. Her giggling subsided abruptly as she sucked eagerly at my tongue. Her hands reached up to grab my face.

When she pulled away, she was panting.

Holding her eyes with mine, I spoke softly but clearly. "I think about you doing that all the time, except when I'm thinking about making love to you and except when I'm thinking about going down on you, eating at the Y, muff diving, eating you out, eating your pussy." It was my turn to grin. "You know, thinking about performing cunnilingus on you."

Claire was flushed and no longer smiling. "You think about that? You want to do that to me, put your mouth on me?"

I wasn't sure she liked the idea but it was too late to back out now. "Yes, I do. I think about it a lot. I think about it every time I beat off. I don't want to just put my mouth on you. I want to stick my tongue in you. Does that freak you out? Turn you off?"

"No," she admitted with a shake of her head. "It doesn't freak me out. It surprises me I guess. Why would you want to do that?"

"I want to do it because it would be with you. I want to do it because I think you'll like it. Because I hope you would love it. I want to do it in order to make you crazy with pleasure."

I sank to my knees, forcing her to take a step back. I grabbed her ass with both hands and held her still as I pressed my face into the crotch of her jeans and sighed.

"Let me do it now." I pleaded. "You can't get pregnant from my mouth. Oh Claire, I can smell you through your jeans." I ran my hand up between her legs. The crotch of her jeans was damp. "Baby, you're wet. Please. I want to make you cum again."

She wiggled her way out of my hands. Her face was twisted in surprise or fear or both. I let my hands drop atop my bare legs. My dick, which had made nearly a full recovery, began to beat a hasty retreat. I sighed, stood and pulled my pants up.




Summer Camping Ch. 02-03



Part 2 Fair play! 

The next morning I awoke to the sounds of voices. As I lay there in our tent, I looked over to Sandy and she was still sleeping peacefully. After our love making she had put on her camping "jammies" which consisted of yellow sweat shirt and sweat pants, along with a pair of white socks to keep her feet warm at night. Even in sweats, she looked fantastic. 

I turned my attention to the voices I was hearing. Two male voices talking about something that sounded important. I got curious and unzipped our tent door and stepped into the morning light. 

After a good stretch and wiping the sleep from my eyes I noticed a park ranger was over at the "Squatters" campsite. One of the guys, later I found out his name is Tony, was being lectured on the rules of camping at Yosemite. 

As the warnings state, bears live in the woods and they come around looking for food at night. I looked at their site and saw that along with several beer cans scattered about, they had left their food out on the picnic table over night. Park rangers don't like that and this guy was letting Tony know just what he thought. Tony looked tired, but alert to what the Ranger was saying. I couldn't see anyone else around their site, and I assumed they were all sleeping. 

I went ahead and started cooking fire, dug out our breakfast from the storage bin and set up the camp stove. I was always in charge of breakfast when we were camping. Sandy took care of lunch and dinner, as long as no fish were involved and nothing had to be barbecued. My Sandy is definitely a girlie girl. 

After the ranger left, Tony stood there for a minute and looked around their site. Seeing me he waved and said good morning. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the lucky winner of the free peek at my wife. But I waved back anyway. 

It took me a while to get breakfast ready, but once it was done I went in and woke Sandy. She smiled at me, "Come back to bed for a bit babe." She said sexily. 

Now once I'm up and moving I know better than to lay back down again, especially with Sandy looking so good. So I told her "No way, breakfast is cooked and it's time to out and climb something." 

She knows me and expected nothing else. 

Sandy emerged from the tent still in her yellow jammies and sat down with me to enjoy our bacon and eggs, and coffee. "Have you seen our neighbors yet?" She asked meekly. 

"Just one guy. He said good morning." I answered. I told her the story about the ranger and she just laughed. "Serves them right" she said. 

Our plan for the day was to hike up to Mirror Lake, or Mirror Meadow as it has become mostly grass now. 

Sandy said that before we went anywhere she was taking a shower. "I smell like we've been fucking" she whispered. I had to smile at that, remembering the night before. 

As Sandy was getting ready to head for the showers, Cindy came out of one of the tents. She was dressed in a pair of pink short shorts and a white tank top. I have to admit she looked pretty good too. 

As she moved around the site she looked over at me and waved. Of course I waved back, not wanting to be rude to a pretty girl in short shorts. She had a very good shape to her. The shorts showed off her great ass, and the top allowed her firm round tits to show their stuff too. To my enjoyment she turned and slowly walked over to the table where I was sitting. 

As she approached I noticed that her nipples, although not showing through her top, were displayed like little acorns sitting on end. A very nice sight indeed. 

"Where's Sandy?" She asked. 

"Inside getting ready for a shower" I replied. "Coffee?" I offered. 

She just scrunched up her nose and shook her head no. 

Sandy came out and spotted Cindy and I talking. After the good mornings Sandy announced that she would be back after she showered. 

"Wait up and I'll go with you." Cindy said. The two of them walked down the path together towards the community showers. I sat back and watched as they went. 

Those shorts really did show off Cindy's cute butt. 

About that time the Squatters camp started to come alive. 

First out was Tony, followed by Mark. They both looked around like they had no idea where they were. I heard Mark ask Tony what was for breakfast and Tony sharply replied, "Whatever you fuckin make I guess." 

Mark spotted me and waved his hello. I waved back, still wondering, was he the guy? 

Mark wandered over and said good morning and asked if I had seen Cindy. I explained that the girls had left for the showers. Cindy hadn't told him that she was going anywhere, so I told him that they had been gone for a few minutes already. 

Mark was now checking out the pot of coffee sitting on the table. I didn't really want too, but I offered him some. 

Seeing Mark with something to drink, Tony came over and introduced himself and helped himself to some coffee as well. 

Shortly there after Dave came out and came over then Scott. 

Mark asked where Danny was and it was agreed that Danny wouldn't be seen for quite a while. 

I guess most of the beer cans were his from the previous evening. No mention was made of my wife, or of the comments made by any of the guys. 

After the coffee was gone, as well as the last of the bacon, the guys told me that they were planning on floating down the river all day. I told them that we would be gone until dark and asked them to keep an eye on our site. 

"Sure, if we are here" Tony said. 

Now the bunch of them looked like they were in their early twenties. Mark was a blond about 5'9" and seemed like a surfer type. Tony had dark hair, he was a little shorter than Mark, but not really smaller. Scott was the heaviest of the group with a short goatee and a bald head. And Dave was the tallest. Tall and thin. He had longer, messy hair and seemed to be stoned already. 

The four guys went back to their camp and started getting ready to go to the river. After waiting about 30 minutes, all but Mark decided to take off and start without Cindy or Danny. 

Mark came back over and sat at the table while I cleaned up our site and got ready to go for the hike. I was tempted to ask about the night before but I figured I should just shut up about it. 

Mark started talking about Cindy. "This was supposed to be my chance to get away from being married for a while." It seems he really didn't want her along on this trip and was more than eager to tell me about it. Apparently they had been married for a couple of years and this was to be his guys night out experience. 

I explained that Sandy and I didn't spend enough time together at home and this was our time to be together. 

Mark laughed and said "After last night, I don't blame you for wanting her around." 

With that said I sat up and was ready to start asking questions about who saw what and who said what, but just then the girls came back from the showers. I didn't want to say anything about in front of them. 

Sandy came into the site and after seeing Mark, went right into the tent. Cindy stopped to talk to Mark and then told him to come along while she got ready to go. 

After a minute Sandy called me into the tent. "Did they go back to there own camp yet?" She asked. 

I said they had, and she asked me to sit and talk while she got ready. Sandy then told me about the trip to the showers. 

"The lines at the women's shower were so long with moms and kids, and we had to wait for an open stall. It was ridiculous." 

The she talked about Cindy. "She was so impatient that she wanted us to shower together to save one of from having to wait even longer. I told her no that she could go first, and I would wait." 

Sandy said that she had declined because the stalls were too small. "Cindy wanted to sneak into the men's shower because there were no lines. She is a wild one I think." 

Sandy went on, "At the last minute a group of women and kids finished up and we both got stalls to ourselves. But that Cindy is a talker, and kept up talking from the stall next to mine about Mark being a jerk, for the whole time they've been together he treats her like shit around his friends.

Sandy said that just as she finished her shower and was drying off Cindy stuck her head into her stall and said, "I'm ready when you are." "And then she just stood there watching me shower." 

Sandy admitted that it was unnerving standing there nude with Cindy watching but that it really didn't seem that out of the ordinary. Sandy just isn't used to showering in front of anyone else. 

I made a joke, "Maybe she wanted to get a look at you after hearing us last night." I said smiling. "Or maybe she's just Bi." She turned and looked at me and asked somewhat seriously, "Do you think she is?" 

As we got ready to go, after dressing and putting everything away Mark and Cindy came out of their tent and started for the river. 

Cindy looked awesome in a 2 piece bikini that really showed how she was put together. 

She and Mark stopped by our site and said that they would see us later. I was caught unaware as Cindy leaned in close and said "So, you like my suit, huh?" and smiled at me. I guess I had been checking her out just a bit too long and she noticed. 

I turned to Mark and he was busy looking Sandy up and down. He leaned over and whispered something into Cindy's ear and she just pushed him away. 

"You guys should come swimming with us instead of the hike" Mark said. 

I just shook my head and said that we would stick to our plans as they were. 

"Too bad" Mark said leering at Sandy. 

Cindy reached out and pushed him on the shoulder and called him an asshole. With that they turned and left. 

Sandy waited for a few minutes and asked me, "You don't think she said anything to Mark about seeing me in the shower, do you?" 

What could I say, "I don't know, maybe" 

Later that evening, after a long day on the trails Sandy and I walked into our camp. Both of us were tired but feeling good. 

We had shared a beautiful day in Yosemite and had not pushed the walk too hard. We had stopped and had lunch on the trail, with no blanket to sit on, and had avoided much of the other hikers most of the day. 

As we settled down to rest we noticed the guys and Cindy sitting around the fire in their campsite. Cindy waved and called us over. When we got closer we saw that there was a new face in the crowd, that of Danny. It seemed that Danny had slept most of the day and had elected to not go down to the river. 

We introduced ourselves and were offered each a beer. Not ready to seem rude we accepted it and sat around for a few minutes talking with group and giving an account of our day. 

Mark spoke up and said, "Too bad you didn't come swimming with us instead of hikong, you missed out." 

Sandy asked "what did we miss." 

Cindy got an expression on her face that screamed "shut up" but to no avail. "Cindy flashed her tits to everyone at the river" Mark said laughing. 

Cindy, now angry said, "You pulled my top off you fucking moron." 

All the other guys started laughing at that and Danny spoke up for the first time. "Well, now I can say that you have the best titties I've seen so far on this trip. Now just show us your pussy and I'll let you know how that rates too." All the guys, even Mark laughed at the remark. 

Mark turned to me and added, "Maybe you got something from Sandy today that makes it worth missing out, huh?"

Sandy had a funny look in her eyes, and started to blush. "Let's go make our dinner babe" she said at last. 

As we ate our dinner, Sandy looked at me and said in a quiet voice, "Do you think Cindy has nicer breasts than I do?" Loaded question number one. 

"Of course not why do you ask that?" I replied. 

"I think that Danny is the one who saw me naked last night. Why else would he say what he said?" 

"Oh that's just silly, he's just an asshole, and who cares what his opinion is anyway." I said.

Sandy just looked at me with a sad look about her and said that she was going to shower tonight instead of in the morning. I said that I would go down with her after we cleaned up the site. 

Sandy seemed distant as she went into the tent to get her toiletries for the shower. "It's warm tonight. I think I'll change into something lighter tonight." She was saying as she went into the tent.

I had some trash to discard and moved over to the far side of site where the trash bin was located. I saw Sandy come back out of the tent and I stopped dead in my tracks. Sandy had on a white T-shirt and a pair of boxers that she only wore around the house. She looked great, but she never dressed like this out of the house. You could see the shadows of her nipples through the shirt and the boxer shorts were loose enough where they just barely hung on her hips, almost to the point of exposing her butt crack. 

I watched as she moved about the camp site, picking up cups and other trash, and then she went to the water spicket that stood between our camp and the Squatters camp to rinse off her hands. As she bent over to put her hands in the flow, I heard someone say "I bet she's a great fuck too." 

I was behind the tent and blocked from view from the neighboring site. I looked over at the others and noticed all the guys, and Cindy, staring at my wife. Mark stood up and called to her. 

"You want another beer Sandy?" 

Sandy turned and looked at them and shook her head no. 

"We're going down to the showers in a few minutes but thanks anyway" she said. 

Mark called out again. "Come here for a minute, I want to tell you something." 

Sandy turned and looked for me, but where I was standing she couldn't see me. She turned again and walked slowly over to their fire. 

"What do you want to tell me?" She asked as she came close to them. 

"I just wanted to let you know that Danny told us that you have a beautiful set of tits and that you shave the hair off your pussy lips, is that true? Can we see for ourselves?" 

Sandy stood there as if paralyzed. When Mark spoke Cindy got up and went into the tent. 

I stood there surprised that Sandy didn't turn and run, or at least tell Mark to go fuck himself. But she just stood there as if she didn't know what to do. I was about to call out to her but then she took another step toward the group. I just stood there. 

Dave, who was sitting closest to Sandy turned and reached up and hooked a finger in the waistband of her boxers. He looked up at her and smiled. 

Why didn't she stop him?

Then he slowly pulled the front of the boxers down. 

In the dim light I could just make out Sandy standing with back to me, facing the group of men. As Dave continued to pull down the front the boxers, they slipped off of Sandy's hips and fell down to her feet. 

"Holy fuck" I heard someone say. 

Finally Sandy reached down and yanked her boxers back up to her knees and turned away from everyone. She finished pulling up her shorts as she walked away, back to our site. 

As she reached our site Mark called out, "Nice ass too Sandy." 

Sandy went into the tent, never even noticing me standing in the dark on the other side. 

I stood for a minute trying to process what had happened. Why had she gone over there in the first place? Why didn't she stop Dave from exposing her? What the fuck? I walked over to the tent and pushed my way inside. I looked at Sandy and she avoided eye contact with me. I needed some kind of explanation from her, but I wanted her to tell me without my having to accuse her of anything. 

She just stood up and asked if I was ready to go. Then she walked out of the tent with her towel and shampoo and started the walk to the showers. I caught up with her after a short distance. Sandy didn't speak all the way to the showers. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet too.

Once there we checked and both men's and women's showers were empty. I stopped and asked her if she was all right. 

She looked me right in the eye and said "Sure, but don't hurry because I want to take a long shower since no one else is here." She kissed me then she walked into the women's shower and closed the door. 

I still didn't know what to think. So I went in to the men's shower and began to rinse off. 

As I soaped myself down, I was thinking of what had happened. I should have run up and beat the shit out of Dave, at least, but I didn't. I was too interested in Sandy's behavior, her clothes, her inaction. 

Did she want Dave to pull down her pants? Did she want the rest of guys to get a look at her body so they could over rule Danny's comment earlier? My mind was in turmoil and I couldn't think straight. I pushed my head under the spray of water and stood there. 

Suddenly there was a voice. "So, you saw what happened out there didn't you?" I turned and looked for the source and noticed the shower curtain had been pulled back. Cindy stood there, naked. 

As I stared at her she walked into the stall and pulled the curtain closed behind her. I looked at her for a moment without saying a word. My eyes traveled down her body, over her perfect breasts with her dark nipples jutting toward me. Down across the flatness of her stomach and lower. She was shaved. The nub of her clit stood out proudly. 

She noticed my gaze and she moved her legs apart for me to see more. Smiling she slowly inched toward me. Finally she stopped and said in a whisper, "You missed out at the river, and the all the guys got to see Sandy's pussy, so I thought now would be a good time to let you catch up. Besides the women's shower is full" 

I felt her small hand enclose my now erect cock. "I guess this means you like what you see?" 

With her other hand she reached up and took the soap from the holder. She rubbed the soap building a lather in her palms and then she reached down and cupped my balls with one hand while she continued to stroke me with the other. 

"First I get to wash you, then you wash me, OK?" 

Cindy slowly lowered herself onto her knees in front of me and moved her hand from my balls to my legs. With her hand she coaxed my legs further apart and gained access to my ass from between my now spread legs. Her fingers moved over my ass cheeks and then found their way in between them. I felt her fingers graze my ass hole and stop. 

With one hand still stroking my hardon, Cindy pushed a finger from her other hand slowly up into my asshole. Sandy had done this to me a couple of times, and I remember cumming harder each time she did it. 

Leaving a finger inside of me in back, Cindy staeted to lick the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip and the then working the head deeper into her mouth. 

As I felt her lips close around the shaft I knew I was lost to this. All thoughts of Sandy just left me. I wanted this girl to suck me and drink my cum. I wanted inside of her. She looked wonderful on her knees in front of me. Naked, with the water running over her soft skin. My cock buried in her mouth as she sucked the cum out me. 

I felt it coming, building within me. My excitement and the erotic feeling of this woman's mouth was causing me to build to orgasm quickly There was no way I was going to stop her now. It felt so good. she looked so good. 

I warned her that I was close and she just pushed her finger deeper into my ass and continued to suck me. My hands moved to the sides of her face and I started to push deeper, into her throat. 

Then I came. Oh God it felt so good. She sucked and mouthed my dick and swallowed every spurt of my cum. When I was finished she continued to stroke me with her hand and she looked up at me. 

"I liked that, I could feel your body cumming, back here" she said as she wiggled her finger in my ass. Slowly she withdrew the finger and then she moved that hand back to my balls, rolling and gently squeezing them in her palm. 




Summer Camping Ch. 02-03



"I hope you have more in here, because I'm not done yet. But now it's my turn to be washed." She giggled.

Cindy stood and pressed her body to mine. "Here" she said, handing me the soap. "Start with my back." Then she quickly turned and pressed that beautiful ass, the one I had admired earlier that day, onto my semi hard cock. 

"I saw you checking me out the first time we met." She told me.

I started with her back but very soon moved my hands around to her breasts. They felt even better then they looked. As I massaged each globe she pushed back with her ass against me. My still semi hard cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass. 

"I could tell that you wanted me. And today when you saw me in my bikini, you looked like you were stripping me naked with your eyes." She continued. "If I had known you were so going to be this much fun to play with, I would have teased you even more."

Her nipples were hard and stood out as little cones at least half an inch. I rubbed her tits and pinched the nipples with my soapy hands. I released one breast and moved my right hand down to soap her bottom while I allowed my left hand to wander over both breasts. After what seemed like hours of this, Cindy turned her head and looked back at me.

As I soaped her breasts and ass, She felt my finger press against her puckered ass hole. I was toying with it for a while, and then I moved my cock into position to slide over the orifice when I slowly pushed and pulled her against me.

"I've never been fucked in my bottom before." She said coyly. "Maybe we can do that before the trip is over?"

I felt a surge of blood into my dick at her suggestion.

"That a boy" she said as she reached back and found me hard again. Cindy turned allowing the water to rinse the soap from her ass and then back turned her back to me again. Then she pushed her ass to my hardon once more. Standing on tip toes she was trying to maneuver my cock between her legs and into her pussy, or maybe, her ass. 

"No, wait" I said, and I turned her so that she was facing me. I then dropped to a sitting position in front of Cindy. She knew what I wanted and smiled down at me. 

Lifting one leg she placed her foot against the back wall of the shower, and then moved her other foot out, giving me total access to her now gaping, hairless pussy. Her lips were open and clit shown pink in the showers light. I moved my mouth closer and buried my tongue as deep into her pussy hole as It would reach. 

Women don't taste the same as all other women. Cindy was sweet. She smelled of excitement and her pussy was slick with her wetness. I loved it. 

I sucked at her labia and pulled at them with my lips. I twirled her clit with my tongue and then sucked on the sweet pink marble with earnest.

I love to eat pussy. I love the look, the feel, everything about it. And I love to make a woman cum. It gives me a sense of power, I guess. I was going to give Cindy what she had given me. And I was enjoying her pussy as much as she was. 

Feeling my tongue go from the depths of her cunt to the nubbin of her clit and back again, soon had Cindy moaning and pushing her cunt into my face. Finally reaching down and pulling my face hard against her folds as she bucked and humped my mouth approaching her orgasm. 

As she started to cum I returned the favor and slipped my middle finger into her tight little ass. With my other hand I stroked my rock hard cock in my own excitement. 

Cindy felt my movement and looked down to watch me rub myself. "Oh fuck baby. I love seeing you do that for me." She cried.

I pinched her clit once more with my mouth. Then I quickly raked my tongue across it from side to side.

This was all she needed it seems. She was rocked by a strong orgasm that caused her ass to clamp down on my finger and pussy to ooze juicy cream onto my tongue. 

Soon she slowed her movement and stopped her moans. She slumped against the wall of the shower and stood there, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. 

I had one more thing to do before I was done. I stood and turned Cindy away from me and moved in behind her. 

"Oh ya" she moaned as I slid my ridged cock down the valley of her ass, across the puckered hole and then pressed hard into her pussy. I slid in without any resistance until I felt her bottom out. I was against her cervix. I had never reached this far into a woman before. I was buried to my balls and could go no further. We fit perfectly. 

Her pussy was tight. I felt her cunt lips sliding up and down my shaft. I pulled and pushed. She pushed and rotated her hips. I felt her pussy slime coating my balls despite the water from the shower. Suddenly she jerked and started to tense again. She pushed more urgently and reached back and took my hand in hers, squeezing my hand, she grunted and then again exploded in pleasure. 

Sandy never came this many times. And she never came so violently.

Feeling Cindy cum like this, caused me to hurry towards my own cum. I fucked her fast and hard and I too reached my peek filling her sweet pussy with my cum.

We continued to fuck after we had both cum, enjoying the warmth and the feel of each other's bodies. Our wetness mixed and churned and we pushed into each other again and again. 

My hands were caressing those wonderful full tits of hers. Her body was wet from the shower and beautiful in the light. She stood up and let the water spray over her face and hair. She was gorgeous. I finally slipped out of Cindy's slick hole.

Cindy turned to face me and we stood letting the water cascade over us as we explored each other's bodies with our eyes and hands. This kind of thing was just a fantasy to me until now. She stretched up to kiss my mouth. Her lips were soft and full. 

Amazingly, I was soon hard again and I moved to show that I wanted to enter her once more. 

My cock was against her belly and she slipped her hands between us to toy with my balls and shaft.

"You're still hungry, aren't you?" She said, as she again stroked my member. 

I lifted her up and held her with my hands under her ass and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She leaned in and kissed me again, our tongues swirling around each other's mouths as I moved into her well fucked pussy. We fucked each other slowly. At times I just held her still, my cock buried inside of her depths, marinating in our combined juices. 

It didn't take long for my excitement to grow out of control. As I came inside of her again, I felt the walls of her pussy contract as if trying to suck out every drop.

As she repeatedly squeezed my cock with the muscles in her pussy, she smiled up at me and asked, "Do you like that?" 

I was now holding her in my arms feeling her breasts against me. I held her with her legs draped over the bend in my arms, supported under the back of her knees. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass. Her arms were over my shoulders and her hands were now stroking the back of my neck.

"Oh yes, I love this." I answered.

Cindy looked at me and said something that really rocked me to the core.

"I think you and I fuck good together." She said. "I think we should see each other after the trip is over." Then the big question. "Do you love Sandy?"

The fog of lust started to clear from my head. 

I was still buried in this wonderful woman when reality suddenly came crashing back into my thoughts. 

"Oh fuck, what have I done!" I thought. I was now panicking. I had lost any sense of time and had been here with Cindy for who knows how long. 

Cindy realized what was happening and she pressed back into me trapping my now deflating dick inside of her. "What is it? What are you worried about?" she asked almost with a laugh in her voice. 

"My wife! She's waiting for me and she's going to catch us together!" I whispered in fear of being heard. 

"No, she's fine" Cindy assured. 

"What do you mean?" I said still worried. 

"Well, I'm sure she's fine or she would have come looking for you by now if she wasn't." Cindy reasoned. 

Looking me in the eyes, she pulled me close, pressing in with her hips, causing my flaccid dick to slip just a little further into her gaping and sloppy wet pussy.. 

Cindy pulled my face down to meet hers. As she kissed my mouth I pulled back.

"I need to go check and make sure Sandy hasn't figured this out. I have to go." I explained. 

"OK, if you want to go, fine, I'll even go with you. But remember I told you that the women's shower was full?" Cindy asked. 

I nodded my reply. 

"Sandy's not alone over there right now you know? I figured that you and I should get together to try to keep things even." 

"Who's over there with her? Mark?" I said with a jolt of jealousy suddenly blinding me to my own situation. I pushed her back and my now deflated cock slipped from inside her. 

Cindy settled to the floor and reached down to hold onto my slippery dick one last time. She grinned up at me and said, "You feel good to me, I'm glad we did this." 

Then Cindy just smiled and handed me a towel.

Part 3 The rest of my story.

After Cindy and I left the shower, she told me to go back to the tents and wait. I wasn't waiting for anything. I hurried to the women's shower room and found a crowd of people standing outside. Seeing this, Cindy turned and headed for the campsite. 

Up at the front of the crowd, by the door I saw Sandy. She was talking to a Park Ranger and looked distressed. Was she looking for me?

I moved up to the front and reached Sandy. She looked at me and started to cry. 

The Ranger seeing that Sandy knew me, said that someone had reported an attack in the women's shower, and when he got there, Sandy was the only one inside. 

I turned to Sandy and thought to myself "Oh shit, what has happened" 

I asked Sandy if she was all right. "It was just a big misunderstanding that's all, let's just go!" 

The Ranger looked at Sandy with an eyebrow raised and asked, "So there were no men in the shower with you tonight?" 

Sandy looked at me with a worried look. "Well, yes they came in but I was already finished and dressed by then." 

"Ya, Bullshit!" a woman standing beside me piped in. "I saw what you were doing in there. You were fucking that guy," she demanded.

The Ranger turned to me and asked, "Are you her husband?" I nodded my head yes. 

I looked at Sandy expecting her to rebut the woman, but she remained silent.

"Look, I have to file a report about this and I'm going to need the truth," the Ranger questioned.

"I told you the truth," Sandy said defiantly. "Nothing happened."

The Ranger looked annoyed by the situation and said, "OK, look, I'll stop by your campsite in a bit and let you know the status of this. Just go back there and wait for me please."

I really was in a spot. Did something happen? Why else would that woman say that about Sandy? What if Sandy found out about me and Cindy? I too just wanted to get back to the site.

When we returned to our camp site our neighbors were packing up the camp. I looked at Cindy and she made a grimmus like face and held her finger to her lips for me to stay quiet. 

Sandy went right into the tent and stayed there.

I watched as the guys loaded their gear and then Cindy came over and gave me the blanket back. "Nobody knows about us, OK?" she said. "Just deny it if anything comes up." As she said that she looked down at my cock and smiled. 

Cindy handed me a small note paper. I saw that it was a telephone number. "Please, call me soon, you fuck me so good." She sighed, smiled again, and then turned and walked away. 

I put the paper in my wallet.

After the Squatters had left Sandy came out of the tent and announced that she wanted to leave too. 

"It's 3am Sandy!" I said. "What happened over there tonight?" 

Sandy again insisted that we go, right away. She didn't want to be there anymore.

We packed our stuff and got it all loaded up when the Ranger pulled up to our site. "You folks leaving?" he asked. "Yes, she wants to get out of here." I replied. 

"Well, actually that's good." he said. "You'll be out of here before I have to ask you to leave in the morning" 

I just looked at him puzzled. 

"It seems that there were a lot of things going on in the showers tonight, both women's, and men's." He said looking at me with a knowing stare. 

"Try to leave quietly please. There are a lot of good folks still sleeping." He said walking away.

"We'll be gone in 15 minutes." I replied, embarrassed.

Then I wondered to myself. Was she attacked in the shower? Did they peek in at her while she bathed? Did someone force her to fuck them? One of the guys? Which one? Mark? I couldn't ask her. Not after what I had done.

The ride home was silent. I didn't want to talk about it, anymore then Sandy did. 

My dear Sandy. I love her so much.

We knew that we would have to find some way to tell each other the truth, sooner or later. 

I came up with the idea of telling this story, and then Sandy could read it. Anything would be better then telling her what happened face to face. But I had to be honest and up front. The truth has to be told.

She will read my story. She's accepted this idea as a good one. 

The plan is that she will write her own account of what happened, when she is done reading mine. I really need to hear what happened that night. I hope Sandy forgives me for what I did with Cindy. I hope she forgives me for not being there to defend her from the other guys taunting and harassment. But more then anything, I hope she forgives my failure to stop the guy who may have attacked her in the shower. Wish me luck. 

Continued, with Sandy's story



Summer Camping Ch. 02



When I was finished fumbling with my pants I worked up the courage to look at Claire. She was going to be pissed and I deserved it. Her lip was trembling. I hurried to her and pulled her to my chest. She had her arms curled up against her chest. I rocked her and murmured into her hair.

"Hey, don't do that. I'm sorry. You make me nuts, that's all. Don't cry. Don't be upset. I'm an idiot."

We swayed there, holding each other. 

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with you, that I can't give you what you want. You're so...intense sometimes." 

I held her at arm's length. "That's bat shit crazy girl. I don't take back anything I said. It was all true. I get too wound up at times; I know that. Just tell me to back off, give you space. I promise, I'll listen."

She sighed and nodded. "Okay."

"Good." I said with what I hoped was a determine nod of my head. My face broke into a grin. "But I still want to eat your pussy someday."

She just stared at me, then punched me in the chest but there was no power behind it. It was just for show.

We talked about going camping that afternoon. Mom said okay, which nearly caused me to have a heart attack. Claire's parents added the Cindy-must-chaperone proviso and we were set.

That's how I found myself standing in the dark, brushing pine needles off my hands and knees, cursing the dark, cursing Cindy, almost cursing Claire for not ignoring her sister and sleeping in my tent but mostly cursing myself for not bringing another goddamn flashlight.

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The day had been great. Even Cindy hadn't gotten on my nerves, not too much anyway. I got Claire to listen to a cassette of a new band I was getting into, the Pretenders. She had been non-committal but our tastes in music were similar. I figured the band would grow on her. 

After that I ceded control of the tape deck to the girls. The rest of the drive was spent in mostly in the 70s, musically speaking, with a bit of Beatles thrown in but mostly touchy-feely rock, Bread, Carpenters (which I refused to admit I liked), non-Gabriel Genesis. You know.

The tents went up without so much as a single bent pin. I got a little of my perv on watching the distorted images of the naked girls in the chrome trim of my car as they changed into bathing suits. Even the half-mile hike to the river wasn't bad. It was hot as hell; under the canopy the air was thick as a sauna, but the path was clear of brush and the ground was smooth and level.

As with the campgrounds at this end of the park, the coarse sandy beach at the river's edge was mostly deserted. There was an older couple, way older than Claire's folks, probably social security old. The old dude looked naked from a distance. The truth was far worse. His huge flabby belly completely hid a seriously over-stretched red Speedo, visible only from behind. His boobs were bigger than Claire's. The girls nearly strangled on suppressed laughter. We shuffled past him and the missus. Thank God she wore a one piece. A bikini would have put me off my feed for a week.

Cindy wore a one piece as well. She was barely a year younger than Claire; she'd turned eighteen a few days ago. They were two years apart in high school. Claire's birthday was early enough to get her in, as one of the younger first graders, while Cindy's was just late enough to force her to wait a year to start school. To an objective viewer Cindy was cute enough but I only had eyes for her sister.

Claire's bikini was, no surprise, on the modest side but it was still eye catching. It wasn't a string bikini but it was definitely tinier than the one that had left the tan lines I'd seen last summer. I had been so fixated on her boobs back then I had missed how hot her ass was.

I remember thinking, "Note to self -- walk behind her on the hike back dumbass."

We splashed around, the girls unable to refrain from squealing every time they wandered into an underwater plant. The river was low, which probably explained the lack of a crowd. Only a single canoe floated past, the other times I had been here it looked like the river ride at Six Flags. 

I waited to see if the girls noticed the woman was topless. As they got closer it was evident the guy was naked as well, not that you could see anything other than the side of his leg.

Cindy noticed them first and gushed. "They're naked."

"Yup, they are," I offered. 

Cindy turned to me. "Why are they naked?"

"How should I know? Swim after them." I shrugged. "Some people enjoy being naked out in the open. It's no big deal."

"It's gross." Cindy's nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Really? I do it all the time." I didn't but it sounded like a good idea.

"You do not!"

I looked at her quizzically, shrugged and reached for the buttons of the cut offs I was wearing.

Cindy swiped a tidal wave of river water into my face, squealing, "No way, don't you dare."

I couldn't allow a splash like that to go unchallenged.

I waded toward her. She offered ineffectual squealing and slaps of water as a defense. I was able to get one hand around her arm and one on her hip. I squatted and with more luck than strength hoisted her above my head. I didn't want to hurt her in the shallow water so I spun and heaved her toward the deeper channel in the middle of the river. I assumed her squealing was the usual don't-you-dare-throw-me-in-the-water squeals that were part and parcel of the game.

As I released her I realized Claire was screaming, "Cindy can't swim."

"Well just fuck me," I thought to myself as I dove after her.

I wasn't strong enough to throw her far. I'm not sure the water would have even been over her head if she had thought to stand up. I grabbed her as soon as her head shot above water. She was already panicking. She whacked me on the side of the nose hard enough to send tiny black and white stars corkscrewing through my vision. 

She threw her arms around my neck, pulling me off balance and we both went under. The river made a broad sweeping turn, which is why the beach was built here. The current was pretty mellow along this stretch. The only problem I had was Cindy's flailing.

A couple of side strokes and we were in waist deep water. Cindy was still clinging to my neck. I carefully splashed a few feet further into the shallows. Even the slow current had carried us to the other end of the beach. I could see Claire angling toward us. Mr. Speedo stood one hand over his eyes, his posture was clearly meant to suggest that he was capable and ready to intervene at a moment's notice should the need arise. 

Cindy to let go of my neck. She was shivering and I let her rest on my chest. Holding her was nothing like holding Claire. I was simply offering her comfort and trying to make up for being a total dick.

"I'm sorry Cindy. I didn't know you couldn't swim."

By the time Claire splashed back into the river, Cindy was sniveling her tears to a halt. As Claire touched her on the arm, Cindy punched me in the chest but there wasn't any power behind it. I think it was for show.

"Asshole," she snarled at me. 

"Yup, I agree." I answered. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you couldn't swim."

"I can swim," she snapped. "Not very well but I can swim."

Claire snorted. "You can dog paddle."

Cindy glared at her sister. "Are you taking his side?"

Claire turned and glared at me. She punched me in the chest but there wasn't any power behind hers, either. "Asshole," she snarled at me, then ruined the charade by laughing.

Cindy did her best to glare at us both, settled for a final, "assholes" with a strong emphasis on the final 's' turning it into a 'z' sound, making it perfectly clear she was using the plural. 

Claire gave her sister a one-arm hug and they turned to walk ashore. One of them tripped and down they went amide a flourish of high-pitched squawks. They bounced up spluttering and giggling. Jesus. 

I took Cindy by the elbow and walked her to shore, Claire followed. They both were still snorting.

Mr. Speedo was waiting. I noted, with renewed horror, that he was toothless. Well that explained the lisp.

"You kids need to settle down before someone gets hurt." He sniffed at the air. "You kids been drinking? I can have you kicked out of here for drinking. You know that don't you?" He paused, hands on hips. I struggled not to laugh. "Where are your parents?"

We ignored him as he continued to sputter, whether for his sake or his wife's, I haven't a clue. 

It was too muggy under the trees for idle repartee. The rest of the short walk was spent in silence. I lagged behind, trying to look at only Claire's ass and mostly succeeding. I recalled a piece of advice my father had given me, to wit: "It doesn't matter where you get your appetite as long as you come home for dinner." I wondered if he were still around if he'd have any other words of wisdom. 

The tents were sweltering. I was afraid the nylon would melt. We tied the flaps back, hoping that would help and rummaged around, digging out towels, soap, toothbrushes and toothpaste. I forgot my toothpaste. Claire offered to share theirs as we began to trudge towards the showers.

I thank her and wondered if, that being the case, shouldn't we just all shower and get cleaned up together. That struck me as being the more efficient option. Claire praised my commitment to efficiency and pledged to consider my plan on the way to the showers. I expressed some niggling doubts in regard to the sincerity of her pledge. Cindy just stared at us, rolled her eyes and walked faster.

I took advantage of her brief absence to put my arms around Claire. I started to hug her but we both agreed wet swimming suits were a serious drag when it came to hugs. We did manage a few kisses. A few were all it took to start to get me hard. 

I pointed at my crotch. "Great. Nice going Claire. Now what am I going to do? I can't go walking around like this." I griped at her with exaggerated exasperation. 

"You'll manage." She took my hand and we followed Cindy.

Little piles of dead brown leaves clustered in the corners of the bathroom. I was afraid the showers wouldn't work. I called over the wall to remind the girls to let the water run for a while to clear the line as I twisted the knob on the one closest to me. The wall went nearly to the ceiling. Rusting wire screens closed the gaps between the rafters.

I contemplated the screens as the shower spit and coughed. The space between the top of the wall and roof was maybe six inches. Did they really imagine sex-crazed men would slither through the gaps without the screens? When they could simply walk outside and go in the women's door? Beats me. 

The showers were fed from a tank on the roof. The sole source of heat was the sun. Given the lack of campers, the water was almost too hot. I showered quickly, slipping my feet out of my flip-flops one at a time. I was paranoid about smelly feet. I washed my hair with the bar soap. I had gotten a buzz cut before the trip. Claire had never seen me without long hair. She kept rubbing her hand over my head, fascinated by the stubbly feel of it. 

I rinsed the river water out of the cut offs I was using for trunks and wrung them out. I had neglected to bring a pair of shorts with me. That might have been on purpose. I don't really remember now. I wrapped the towel around my waist, taking extra care to tuck the ends in. I wanted to appear edgy and dangerous, not buffoonish. 

I picked up my cut offs and went outside to wait for the girls. I sat on one of the logs that surrounded the service building, careful to make sure the towel covered everything that need to be covered. I closed my eyes and tipped my face to the sun, marveling that something 92 million miles away could feel so hot.

I could hear Claire and Cindy giggling and talking, but not what they were talking about. I was an only child. I wasn't sure how siblings behaved. If I had a brother would I be joking around with him, naked in a shower? 

When I heard the showers die I tossed my trunks over my shoulder and started filling the five-gallon water container from the potable water tap. It was just beginning to overflow when the girls emerged, giggling and pulling at their hair with towel draped fingers. 

Claire had on lime green terry cloth shorts. If there are any pictures of her in them I am sure she destroyed them before her kids could mock her. They looked hot on her but they were quintessential late 70s fashion and time has not been kind to late 70s fashion.

She had on a faded blue tee, with sleeves that barely dipped over her shoulders. If I had been looking at her outfit, I would have questioned her color palette but I wasn't looking at her outfit. I was looking at the outline of her nipples. She had never been braless around me before. 

I looked away quickly, reminding myself I was only wearing a towel. If I was worried about sporting wood in my trunks, sporting wood wrapped in a towel was a whole new level of worry. I knew from bitter experience worrying about getting hard, usually made me hard. In the past, my dick had been a vile betrayer in that regard.

I focused on burping the plastic water jug and securing the top. I straightened up, re-tucked my towel before turning and picked up the water jug. It was heavy and the handle was thin hard plastic. It was already gouging into my palm. Hauling water back to the tents was going to be a pain in the ass. I set it down and was wrapping the cut-off jeans around the handle when Cindy snatched my towel away.

My hands dropped to cover myself as I stood and turned.

"Woo hoo, Sam's joining the nudists." Cindy chanted, dancing just out of my reach.

"Ha, ha," I snapped. "Give it", I said. 

"Give it? The towel? I thought you said you did this 'all the time'. Or were you giving us a line of baloney" Cindy asked in a mocking voice.

I raised both hands, no longer trying to cover myself. "No, not all the time. Just when I can Cindy." 

I could tell she hadn't expected me to do that. She stared, mouth slightly open.

I turned and headed toward our campsite. I could hear Claire start to giggle and a splutter or two from Cindy.

The only thing I could make out clearly was, "You asked for it."

Well, that might not be true but she got it.

By the time I sat the water jug atop the table at our campsite, I totally fucking hated the thing. I had to switch hands every few feet and even with the jeans wrapped around the handle my hands ached. Each palm bore a vivid red slash. 

I was pulling on a pair of baggy gym short when I heard the girls' voices. The shorts were survivors from my freshman gym class. Gym shorts back then were all cotton, baggy and not very long in the leg. Without an accompanying jock-strap there was a real danger of cock and ball dangle.

Cindy was very quiet. Claire tossed me my towel with a quick, "Here you go."

"Thanks." My car was open and the windows down. I reached through the driver's window and grabbed the keys out of the ashtray. I opened the trunk and retrieved the coil of cotton rope and bag of clothespins I had tossed in there before we left. I rummaged through the box of cooking supplies sitting atop the picnic table and located a knife.

"Hey Cindy," she looked up, startled. She was chewing her lower lip. "Give me a hand will you?"

I didn't wait for a reply but turned toward a thicket of smaller trees. I was surveying the options when she stopped beside me.

"What do you think?" I asked nodding with my head. "I want to put up a line so we can let our towels and suits dry. I don't want them right under the trees though. Look at all the sap on the bushes."

She pointed. "What about over there, those two. They aren't under the taller trees and they'll get more sun."

I nodded. "I was thinking about them but they aren't very far apart." I looked back toward the larger trees. "But if we run the line to one of those," I pointed with my chin. "The line will run right under these drippy bastards."

She nodded then looked back toward the tents. "Pull your car down. All the stuff except the tarp is out of it. Park it past the trees so it doesn't get sap all over it. Tie one end to the roof rack and the other to the tree."

"Perfect. The keys are in the ashtray, pull it down here will you?"

She gave me a quizzical look. "You sure?"

"You can drive can't you?" She nodded. "I mean better than you can swim?" I grinned at her scowl.

"Fine, don't blame me if I scratch it."

"Darlin' it's a Pacer. A scratch ain't gonna hurt it none." My Texas accent is awful.

By the time she pulled the car down, I had one end of the line tied around the branch of the furthest tree. My hands were sticky with sap. 

"I don't want to touch the rope with all this sticky shit on my hands. Can you tie off the other end?" I asked Cindy as she got out of the car. Her legs caught on the vinyl seat and produce a very farty sounding squeak. She blushed. 

"Really my dear, what would your mother say?"

Cindy squinted at me. "You know all your accents sound the same don't you?"

"Fuck off," I said and stuck my tongue out at her. "Claire, your sister is being mean," I hollered as I walked toward the tent. 

"Uh-huh," Claire called back. She was sitting at the table. She never looked up from her book. 

"Can you run some water over my hands and hand me the soap? I got tree sap all over them and I don't want to get it on anything."

"No problem." When she rose she leaned forward and I caught a glimpse of the top of her breast.

Claire handed me the soap and opened the spout as I held my hands under the jug.

"Careful, don't waste it. Dragging that thing back and forth is going to be a huge pain."

She nodded, as I scrubbed at my palms and fingers. I had to use my fingernails to scratch the stuff off and then clean it from under my nails. I was still at it when Cindy came back. She sat down opposite Claire and immediately let out a "woo hoo". She did that a lot. I was afraid it was going to get irritating.

"Claire, does mom know you swiped her dirty book?" Cindy teased. That got my attention.

"It is not a dirty book."

"Oh yes it is. You think you're the only one to sneak a peek at Once Is Not Enough big sister?"

Claire tossed it aside. "I wished I would have snuck a longer peak. It sucks, even the dirty parts are boring."

"Hey, how about a rinse over here?"

Claire leaned down the table, stretching out to reach the spigot without getting up. As the water started, I rinsed my hands off quickly and she twisted the spigot closed. 

I dried my hands on the seat of my pants. If that stretched the front of the shorts over my crotch, it simply couldn't be helped. Both girls were staring but I was only interested in Claire's reaction. 

She picked up the book, ruffled its pages between her fingers and tossed it down again. "I didn't bring anything else to read. Shoot."

I stepped over the damp ground at the end of the table. Instead of sitting on the bench I sat on top of the table and put my feet on the bench. My back was to Cindy but I turned so I could see her. My legs ended up facing Claire. Unfortunately, my cock tended to park on the left and it was the right leg of my shorts facing her. I imagined she could see my balls and the base of my cock but not much else. I set part of my mind working on ways to move to the Claire's other side without being obvious.

"What did you bring to read?" 

Cindy's face flamed. She mumbled something.

Claire was grinning. "She brought Flowers in the Attic."

"Shut up." Cindy stomped away and flung up the screen flap of the tent and flopped onto one of the sleeping bags.

Claire's grin faded. "Are you mad at her? About the towel?"

I tossed my head. "No. I think I got her back on that one."

Claire snorted, "That you did."

I twisted around and pulled the box with the cooking odds and ends toward me. I had to lay my right leg atop the table in order to reach it. A cool breeze wafted up the leg of my shorts. I was giving Claire a much better view. Whether or not she was interested in the view was another matter. For my part, I really was searching for one of the enamel tin cups my family had used on camping trips for as long as I could remember. Flashing Claire was a bonus.




Summer Camping Ch. 02



"Want a drink?" I asked Claire, hopping off the table. She had her nose in the book but her face was flushed and I could see her nipples pressing against her tee shirt. Maybe she had found one of the "good parts" in the book or maybe her eyes hadn't been entirely on the book.

"No thanks."

I walked to the end of the table and filled my cup. I unzipped the flap of my tent and retrieved my own book. Cindy lay atop her sleeping bag, one arm over her eyes. I stopped to refill my cup and then sat back down on the tabletop, this time on Claire's left.

I held the cup out as I sat down. "Sure?"

"I'm good."

I thumbed through the book, glanced at the table of contents before beginning to read. I pulled my left leg up and rested it on the table. I tried to lose myself in the book, a simple task most of the time. I didn't want to appear nonchalant; I wanted to be nonchalant. 

The breeze I could feel on my cock wasn't making it easy either. I turned a page but gave up on actually reading. I forced myself to not look at Claire, listening instead for the sound of turning pages. After a moment I turned another page, pretended to read, listened.

Her book was silent. I felt a familiar feeling of fullness growing in my cock. I wasn't hard, not yet, but my dick was awake and paying attention. 

I flipped another page and turned to pick up the cup of water, glancing at Claire as I twisted. Her eyes dart back to her book. I repressed a smile and went back to "reading." 

My head wasn't in the book, it was reliving the look on Claire's face when she watched me jerk off in the old farmhouse. I could feel my heart pounding and with each beat, my dick expanded, inching its way down my thigh. I could feel when it reached its full length, now each heartbeat added to its rigidity and girth. 

I felt Claire's eyes as well. I could see no reason to continue playing coy and looked at Claire over the top of my book. I reminded myself to keep an eye, and an ear, on Cindy's tent. 

As I had hoped, Claire's eyes were glued to my crotch. She was not even aware I was looking at her. I flipped over another page, partly for Cindy's benefit if she was listening, and partly as a pretext to move the book to my left hand. 

I looked past Claire but Cindy's tent was too dark to see much. I could see a slightly darker shape atop the sleeping bag but little else. Wary that unseen eyes were watching, I did my best imitation of a distracted reader unconsciously scratching an itch, an itch that happened to be on my left thigh. I scratched and then tugged the leg of my shorts to one side.

My intention had been to pull the leg of my shorts over to give Claire a better view. My cock had ideas of its own. Once the head was outside my shorts, the shaft pushed the fabric aside, needing no further assistance from me. My balls slipped free at a more leisurely pace. My erection pointed skyward. It rose above my thigh. Claire's body was my only shield should Cindy choose to look out of her tent. 

I watched Claire over the top of my book. She held her paperback open with both hands, forearms resting on the table. Her face was only a few inches from my cock. I tried to read her expression and failed. 

She looked up. I limited myself to a half grin and a discretely raised eyebrow. 

"You're crazy," she mouthed at me. I dipped my head in acknowledgement and turned another page. 

Her eyes drifted back to her own book. Momentarily, she wet a fingertip and turned a page in her own book. She shifted position, holding the book from the bottom with her right hand. 

The left she let casually rest atop my left leg. Her fingers began to roam over up and down my thigh. From the tent Cindy would see nothing more than her sister rubbing my leg, if she could see anything. I had to stifle a moan when her fingers wrapped around my cock. 

I longed for her to jerk me off but that was impossible. One, there would be no way to hide my ejaculation if I came. Second, the arm and shoulder motions associated with jerking someone off are stereotypical and not subtle. No matter, Claire traced her fingers over my cock, stopping to squeeze it once more. 

Every once in a while she would let go of me and turn a page of her book, maybe she really was reading. I sure wasn't. Waiting for her hand to return was agony. Sometimes it returned immediately, sometimes she would turn two or three pages before resting her arm on my leg again. It dawned on me that she was teasing me. 

We would glance at each other but made a point of not gazing blissfully into each other's eyes, not wishing to arouse her sister's suspicions. The next time I caught her eye I risked mouthing, "tease" at her. The grin that split her face made it clear that that was exactly what she was doing. 

When she touched me again, she ran one fingertip over the crown of my cock. When she licked the same finger, pretending to wet it to turn a page, I nearly gave the game away by moaning. I covered my indiscretion by pretending to sneeze. Claire smirked into her book. 

Claire heard the rustling from the tent first. She stayed cool. She didn't jump and scramble making it obvious something was going on. She calmly pulled my shorts back over my boner. Claire looked over her shoulder at the sound of the tent zipper. As she did, I reached down and tugged the bottom of the leg, tucking my balls back in. 

I was covered but there was no way to hide my boner. 

"Hey sleepy head," Claire called to her sister. I lowered my book to my lap to hide the tent in my shorts. Cindy sat beside her sister. 

"I wasn't sleeping. It's too hot to sleep." When she whined she sounded much younger than Claire. "I'm starved. When are we going to eat?"

Claire laid her head on her shoulder. She was smirking but only I could see it. "What do you think Sam? Too early to start a fire?"

I shook my head, both in answer and in wonder at the game she was playing. Surely she didn't want me to hop off the table and get a fire started, not with my shorts tented from my own wood? 

"No open fires remember," I answered, not looking up from the book I was not reading. "It's too dry. I can get the camp stove started if you want. We should go with the burgers first don't you think? The hot dogs will probably keep longer." I looked up. "You want me to get the stove going now or wait a bit?

"I'm pretty hunger, too. Do you mind getting it set up now?" Her eyes danced with glee.

I shrugged. "As m'ladies wish." 

I made no effort to hide the bulge in my shorts; I couldn't have if I wanted. I wasn't sure what Claire was up to or had she assumed I wouldn't rise to the occasion? Claire returned to her book. Cindy's eyes widened perceptibly but otherwise didn't respond. 

My dick got the message its services would not be immediately required and had begun to deflate by the time I had wrestled the two burner stove out of its box and filled it with fuel. For the first time ever, it didn't demand muttered curses before lighting. The small pan could accommodate only two burgers, ever the gentleman, I gave the girls the first two. Cindy wolfed hers down before I even started mine. Chips and almost cold Cokes rounded out the meal. We didn't even bother with paper plates.

After, we sat at the table and argued over the sort of meaningless shit only young people have time for. Who was the better Beatle, John or Paul? Was Wings as good as the Beatles? "Band on the Run" is better than "Sgt Pepper's." No it fucking is not. Disco sucks. No punk sucks. 

Alliances coalesced, only to dissolve minutes later, Claire and I versus Cindy, Cindy and Claire versus me, Cindy and me against Claire. When even arguing grew dull we dug out a deck of cards and played rummy. I suggested strip rummy but the girls acted like they thought I was joking. I wasn't. I didn't even care that all I was wearing was a pair of shorts and ratty old sneakers.

Cindy was a fucking beast at cards. Claire and I would have been bare-assed after a few hands, which would have been perfectly okay by me. The light bled from the day and it grew too dark to see the cards. I didn't feel like messing with the lantern. It didn't seem reasonable to me that the universe would allow both the stove and lantern to light easily on the same day. A glance confirmed it needed new mantles and I had zero desire to fuck around trying to tie them on by flashlight. 

We retired to the girls' tent, both tents were small but theirs held two sleeping bags to sit on. We tried telling ghost stories, flashlight under the chin, the whole works, but what had seemed truly spooky as a twelve year-old at summer camp was just totally lame at eighteen or nineteen. Besides, no one had a new story to tell. We fell back into arguing. I maintained that in its way "Friday the 13th" was as good as "Halloween" and that to compare the two was just silly. One startled more than frightened but so what? It was meant to startle. It was true to itself. 

In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to bring up two movies that, in their essence, punished people for having sex. 

Somehow Claire ended up lying with her head in my lap. Having the back of her head separated from my dick by a thin layer of cotton was -- distracting. I contented myself with rubbing her hip and side. 

The hand that stroked Claire's hip managed to slip underneath her top but I made sure I never went above the line of her ribs. Cindy suggested we get a room. I seconded the motion but Claire only snorted. 

The conversation lagged. I hinted I was tired, thinking Claire would come over to my tent for at least a little while. When I scooted from under her head she raised up to give me a quick kiss goodnight but that was it. 

"What the hell," I muttered to myself as I crawled out of the tent. Once it was clear there would be no trip without Cindy, I had reconciled myself to the fact that the passionate necking time would be severely curtailed but I had expected there would be some. I convinced myself that Claire was just waiting until Cindy fell asleep. 

I lay there in the dark, listening to the cicadas warming up, listening as the soft voices and giggles grew less frequent and finally ceased altogether. Claire must be lying low, making sure her sister was asleep. That had to be it.

I occupied myself by replaying the afternoon in my head, stretching reality to fit my needs. Images of Claire and I diving into the tent and making love gave way to images of her sitting in the passenger seat of my car, shirt pushed over her magnificent white boobs, one foot in the car, the other on the ground, naked from the waist down, her fingers spreading her pussy wide, beckoning my mouth - me sitting on the table, cock poking out of my shorts - Claire turning and swallowing my cock without saying a word, sucking me while behind her Cindy crouches in the tent, her fingers digging frantically at her pussy - I'm lying back on the table with two pairs of hands and two mouths playing with my dick, two girls begging to be fucked, telling me it's okay, this is what they want, what they need. The constant in all the images is me and my cock and a lot of cum.

I woke with a raging set of blue balls. I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been asleep. I didn't feel like groping around trying to find my watch and realizing it didn't matter. The only flashlight was with the girls. I listened, trying to pitch my hearing below the whir of the cicadas, the very same cicadas I had hoped would hide the sounds of our love making from Cindy's ears. I was a fucking idiot. This whole trip was a gigantic fucking mistake. Claire had made it clear that as much as we might fool around, even to the point of masturbating, she would not let my cock into her sacred fortress where ever we were. 

I dropped a hand to my hard and aching cock, intending to jerk off but stopped. How would I clean up after? Given the day's excitements I predicted a prodigious load. Come morning, I didn't want to have to trudge to the shower with dried cum all over my belly and chest. 

The shower? That was an idea. I didn't even need to shower. I just needed a place to jerk off. My towel was pinned to a clothesline a dozen yards away. I had an extra but I didn't want to use it on the first day. Beyond the tent flaps, the night looked pitch black. At least there was a wide path to the showers. I thought I could manage that even without a flashlight.

That was how I came to be standing in the dark, trying not to scream in frustration and attempting to rub the pinesap off my hands and knees. 

I considered surrendering. The universe clearly had a mind to butt fuck me that night. Well fuck the universe. I set off, shuffling to avoid tripping, wondering what the fuck had happened to the moon. Even on an overcast night, the clouds should be backlit, providing enough pale light to keep you from walking into a fucking tree. 

I found myself wishing the loggers had stripped the place bare. No trees, no stumbling over roots, no trees, no national forest, no national forest, no camping, and no camping meant no fantasizing about finally losing my cherry. No camping meant sleeping in my own bed in my air conditioned room with the luxury of beating off a half dozen times with a hamper full of tee shirts, socks and towels to blot away the residue of my self-abuse. Fuck! I managed to keep the shout inside, letting it reverberate inside my skull, amplifying and intensifying until my silent shout was, in itself, sufficient to justify my rage. Fuck!

I was almost at the service building before I realized I could see. The place was lit with yellow lights, the kind billed as not attracting bugs. The lights were wildly successful if one defined success as not working worth a shit. 

The place was deserted. I looked around, hoping perhaps I would spot Jason lurking in the shadows. The hockey mask wearing fuck wouldn't have a chance in the mood as I was in. Plus, he couldn't fucking touch me. I wasn't having sex while he drowned his stupid ass. I was -- hallelujah and praise Jesus -- a card carrying virgin. My cock, at least as far as pussy was concerned, was pristine. Beyond hands and spit it had barely been used at all. 

No Jason. Nobody. Just me, yellow lights and a forest worth of flitting bugs, endlessly slamming their heads into the glass that denied them access to what must appear to them as bugdom's Promised Land. I wasn't making fun of the mindless doomed little fuckers. I embraced them as kindred spirits. 

There were no mirrors in the bathroom, not glass ones anyway. Above each sink a scoured rectangle of stainless steel provide enough of a reflection to allow you to comb your hair. My hair was buzzed. I didn't need to comb it.

The steel was warped. I was staring at a fun house image of myself. The yellow lights made me look as demonic as I felt. The more I stared, the more I wondered if perhaps the imaged wasn't distorted after all, perhaps I had wandered into the Twilight Zone or Outer Limits and the twisted image was the real me. The fucking nose was bulbous enough anyway. 

I tried to rip it off the wall. It was screwed on with those goofy screws with two dimples instead of a slot or a Philips cross. The edges were sealed with silicone caulk. I ripped a fingernail half way off trying to pry up an edge. The pain was sudden and overwhelming. I shook my hand, trying to fling the pain away without success. I drew back my arm and punched the steel mirror. 

Over the course of my teen years I had been forced to buy two doors. My mom seemed to imagine that doing so would teach me not to hit things when angry. At the last second a part of my brain, the part that always watches me with cool contempt, reminded me that punching a piece of steel bolted to a cement wall was in no way whatsoever similar to punching a cheap hollow core door.

I pulled the punch, but not quickly enough. This time when I tried to fling the pain away, dark droplets flew through the air, splattering the stainless steel basin and tile floor. At first all I could do was squeeze my hand underneath my other arm and hop around bent over at the waist. As I performed the dance of the smashed thumb, or in this case busted hand, I saw Claire staring at me.

When the pain subsided enough for me to think halfway clearly, I pulled my hand out of my armpit and studied it under the dim lights. The skin over the first two knuckles was split. As I flexed my fingers, grateful I could move them, the splits started bleeding again. The back of my hand looked as if it were already swelling. I felt along the bones. There was no one spot that hurt more than the rest and I had already discovered I could move my fingers. 

The taps were the kind you had to hold to keep them turned on. I understood the need to save water but having to touch a dirty handle in order to get water to wash your hands sort of defeated the purpose. I held my hand under the cold-water tap and let it run. 

The throbbing slowly gave way to the deeper gnaw of really cold water. Claire stood, unspeaking and unmoving. For a fleeting moment the ridiculous childish part of my mind offered up the suggestion that this was all her fault. Every other part of my brain threatened to beat my inner child to death if he didn't crawl back under the bed.

The water eased the pain or replaced it with a different, more tolerable ache, but it washed away the blood before it had a chance to clot. I let go of the spigot and the water promptly shut off. I let my hand drip for a moment. The bathroom was devoid of paper towels. I pushed open one of the stalls with my hip and tore off some toilet paper. I stuck a couple of wads atop each knuckle and tried to wrap more around my hand. Of course I had punched the wall with my right hand. I had nearly given up when Claire appeared at the door of the stall. 

She reached past me and tore off a long strip of paper. I held out my hand without being asked and she wrapped the flimsy stuff around my hand. The cold was wearing off and the pain began to creep back into my hand. In a cruel parody of getting a boner, every heartbeat squeezed a little more pain into my knuckles. 

I tucked my hand back into my left armpit and with a quick glance to ensure the seat was down, let my body plop onto the toilet. I spare another glance at the stall's wall. Seeing no obvious drying boogers, smears of shit or dried trails of jizz, I leaned my head against the cool metal and closed my eyes.

"What was that all about?"

"Nothing Claire. Just me being me, being stupid. Thanks for helping," I waved my papered hand at her briefly by way of clarifying what I was thanking her for, then re-holstered my hand in my armpit. "I'm fine. You should head back before Cindy worries."

"Cindy is out like a light. It would take a tornado to wake her."

The bugs plinked against the lights and the cicadas roared but neither Claire nor I contributed to the hubbub. I was wondering if it would be possible to sleep here, propped up in a toilet stall. I didn't know what Claire wondered but if it was about me I was sure it wasn't good.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, long enough for my legs to start to go to sleep. Claire leaned against the door, fascinated by something on the wall behind me, just above my head.

"What were you doing up here?" My voice echoed in the empty room, sounding much louder than I had intended. "Do you need to use the john? If you need to go, go, I'm fine."

"I was looking for you." 

"Why? Did I wake you?" I thought I had extricated myself from the tent without making a sound.

"I wasn't asleep." 

I looked up at her but her eyes were still fixed above my head. "It sounded pretty quiet next door. I figured you and Cindy were sleeping." 

"No. I was waiting for her to go to sleep, really go to sleep. I could tell she was faking."




Summer Camping Ch. 04



Part 4 Sandy's turn to talk 

Let me start by making a few comments about my husband, Bill. I love him to death. He is my friend and my lover. He's my partner for life. 

But after reading his account of the activities in Yosemite I feel the need to come clean with a few secrets of my own. 

Over the last year or so I have discovered a pastime that just fills me with a lustful joy that I have never known in my 29 years of life. 

It all started with a trip to the mall. 

I was shopping for bras and I had gone into a small shop that feature women's under garments. 

After I picked out a few prospects I went to the changing room to try a few of them on. As I entered I noticed a man, sitting on a chair outside the rooms, waiting, I assumed on his wife or girlfriend. I paid him little attention, but I noticed he was there. 

The "fitting rooms" where small cubicles, with slotted doors for privacy. I checked and found that the slots were turned downward preventing anyone from seeing in, but noticed that someone inside could still see out when looking downward, through the slots in the door. 

I picked a room and went in to try on my choices. As I removed my clothes I noticed that when I got close to the door I could see the man sitting in his chair, but only when I was close to the door, and I could only see his legs and feet.

As I moved away the angle of the slots prevented my seeing out at all. It sent a shiver up my spine knowing that soon I would be standing 5 feet from a strange man, while topless. The thought that he might see me gave me a strange thrill. 

I smiled to myself and went ahead and tried on the bras knowing that in fact, there was no way that he could ever see me while protected by the slotted door. To my delight I had picked bras my usual size 34B, but found that they were too small. I was happy knowing that the weight I had gained was at least going someplace on my body where it would be appreciated. I dressed and left the fitting room in search for the correct size. 

I picked out a nice, but not too fancy black bra in 36B and headed back to the fitting room. 

Entering I didn't hesitate and just stripped form the waist up freeing my cooped up breasts again and enjoying the freedom one feels when removing a bra. I reached up and lifted each breast, rolling them around and played with my nipples for a few seconds. I was just relaxing and having a moment to myself. 

I turned and reached for the new bra when I noticed movement in the direction of the door. I turned and looked and there was the man, sitting in the chair. Only he had moved it much closer to the fitting room and I could see him plainly. He was looking up at me through the slots of the door. I was stunned. 

I quickly turned my back to him and covered my breasts with my hands. After a few seconds I turned slightly and looked over my shoulder to see that he was still watching me. He was. I stopped and then realized that I was getting excited. My nipples were getting hard and my vagina was getting damp and slippery. I liked that he was seeing me. My mind was a buzz and I didn't know what to do. Finally I decided to do something that I never thought I would. 

I pretended that he wasn't there and turned to face the door. I lowered my hands and stood with my breasts exposed for this stranger to see. I could see his face and I watched as he smiled at me. My breathing became fast and I felt faint. I looked at him and he just sat and enjoyed my show. The longer we stayed like that the more I wanted to expose. 

Finally I knew what I had to do. I reached down and unsnapped my pants, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of both my jeans, and my panties. I pushed down. Down and didn't stop until my pants were at my feet. 

Without looking at my audience I stepped out of my panties and stood there, raising my arms above my head and fluffing my hair with my hands. I was totally nude. I moved my feet apart and stared back at the man. The look of shock that was on his face was priceless. I discovered a power that I had never used before. A desire that I didn't realize I had. A desire to be seen. 

Without thinking I boldly reached for the door knob to open it and give him a clear view of my naked body, but just as I turned it, a woman, his wife came out and said she was ready to go. I was really hit hard by this. I was offering to let a stranger see me naked, up close, and he just walked off with a frumpy looking woman instead. How could he not stay and see me? 

That's actually the way I felt. I was more than a little surprised at myself later while replaying the event in my mind. What was I, some kind of slut? 

Over the months to follow I found out that I wasn't really a slut. I just liked to act like one. I hope Bill understands.

I had never cheated on my husband but I did find several opportunities to show myself, discreetly, to a number of unknown men, and a couple of women who just happened by at the right time. I find great sexual excitement in exposing myself. But I never dared share this secret with Bill. But he did reap the benefits at night when I remembered my adventures of the day. 

Now to the story at hand. 

Bill, my dear husband, loves to sleep outside with the animals and the bogeyman. He calls it camping. I call it a waist of good room service at a hotel where we should be staying. But I love him and I want to share his interests as he shares mine, well some of mine. 

Our summer trip to Yosemite was under way and we were looking for our assigned camp site when we noticed that someone else had set up there instead. To avoid a problem we just went to the office and told them of our dilemma. They sent a guy over and he told them to move back where they were assigned and hurry because the reserved guests were waiting to set up. 

As we moved onto the site I noticed that the group next door, Bill and I called them the Squatters, (you know from the old settler's days) were all guys. Young guys. And some looked kind of cute. 

As I got out of the car, I stretched and made a big growling noise, well it was big for me. I pushed my fists to the sky and stretched some more. I heard one of the guys next door say, "All right! A sexy tiger to play with." 

I turned and looked at him and he smiled. I smiled back, and then went to help Bill unload the truck. 

My thoughts were of the fun ahead with Bill and I hadn't even considered the guys next door to be of any interest to me at all. Not yet.

We set up the tent and unloaded the rest of the gear when Bill said he had to find the restroom and that he would be right back. After he left I removed my vest leaving me with a "longjohn" shirt on and a pair of cargo type shorts. The shorts with all the pockets. I tossed the vest down and then turned to go into the tent when one of the guys shouted over to me, "Hey don't stop there, take it off, take it all off!" 

I stopped for a second, blushing, and then I looked back at the guys to see who had said it. They all just stood there watching me, smiling. I thought it best to retreat inside the tent, instead of replying. 

Bill came back and we settled down and started dinner. All the while I was aware of the guys checking me out. Whenever I happened to look their way they would smile and make comments to one another that I couldn't hear. Bill was oblivious to their stares and he just went about the business of making the camp as comfortable for me as he could. He knows that I only camp for his enjoyment and that I would rather be in Vegas at a resort with waiters and soft beds. He loves me and I cherish it every day. 

While we got ready to eat we talked and made our plans for the next day, but all the while I was looking at the guys next to us trying to figure a way to maybe slip a little wardrobe malfunction into the schedule without it seeming deliberate, or most important, without Bill seeing what had happened. 

Then the floor dropped out of my little fantasy world. 

Out of the tent next door a girl appeared. She was pretty. She had on a pair of shorts that looked like someone had painted them on, and a flimsy little top that showed her boobs to be of course, obscenely perfect. To make matters worse she and one of the guys came over and introduced themselves. 

Cindy and her husband Mark. Mark was a good looking guy but kind of creepy. 

Cindy however seemed like an extremely nice person and we hit it off right away. We talked for a while and they borrowed a blanket before heading back to camp. 

I was surprised at myself. I was disappointed because I had competition now for the attention that I was just beginning to really enjoy. 

After a bit we had our dinner and were cleaning up, when I turned with my back to the squatters camp. I bent over to retrieve some trash that had fallen onto the ground and behind me I heard one of the guys say, "That's the position I would want her to be in if I ever got the chance to fuck her." I quickly looked up to see Bills reaction but he had apparently not heard the comment. 

I turned to the guys and looked at them all just leering at me like I was a rabbit to a wolf. I stood there and one of the guys, Dave turned out to be his name, just said "Oh ya, she heard that. Check out those nips." 

I looked down and looked at my own breasts and they were topped with obviously hard nipples. I then realized that I was getting horny and this caused my nipples to tighten even more. The guys just stared and watched my body react. 

I couldn't help myself as I reached up and covered each breast with my hands and turned and walked back toward the tent. I heard laughter behind me and I realized that they all knew I was affected by their words. I wanted to hide in the tent. 

Even more important, I suddenly wanted to cum. 

I hurried to help with the clean up, but I was so aroused by what had happened that I needed to do something about it. 

I formed a plan and put it into action. 

I told Bill I wanted to turn in early. I was ready to bend over the picnic table for Bill, or anyone, by then and I wanted to get to bed as soon as possible. But Bill being a good camper and follower of all the rules had to secure the site before he would come to bed. 

I went ahead and climbed into our tent. After making up the bedding and positioning the blankets to provide a soft place to lie, I stripped off all of my clothes and looked about the tent. Deciding what I should do, I was ready. 

I lay on my back with my feet close to the door of the tent and wantonly spread myself for Bill to see as he entered. 

Then a thought crept into my mind. What if the tent door flipped up and it wasn't Bill? What if it was Dave? Maybe I should get on my hands and knees with my bottom pointed at the flap, just in case it was Dave. After all that's the way he would take me if given the chance. 

Laughing to myself and enjoying my own nasty thoughts I ran my hand down between my legs. I was wet. Oh and I was sensitive too. I let my finger roll my hard little clitty around for a few seconds and then I had to stop. I was so close I almost went over the edge. 

Just as I was about to do it again, I heard the zipper on the tent door slide up. I clamped my legs together and tried to hide the fact that I was masturbating. When the flap flew open, Bill was standing there staring at me, naked in the light of the tent. . 

As he looked I slowly let my legs fall open and I summoned him to me. 

In the darkness, behind Bill I saw movement. Someone was there. Were they looking into our tent? Could they see me? I spread my legs even more showing anyone out there everything. And then we heard it. 

A loud "whoop" and something like "OHH YA!" Shattered the moment. 

My realized then that I was being looked at by someone in the darkness. And then I thought about Bill's reaction. Did he know that I knew someone was looking? Did he realize that the reason I opened my legs further was to be sure they could see it all? I looked up at Bill and just saw shock. Then anger at the one outside. I had to react. I had him shut the door, and I tried to act as though I was embarrassed. But I didn't want Bill to ruin the moment by getting mad or jealous. So I begged Bill to fuck me. 

I wanted his mouth on me down there because that's what feels best to me. As he ate me out I thought of the men next door. 

Someone, maybe all of them had seen my open naked vagina, or pussy I should call it at this point. Vaginas are hidden away in white cotton panties. Pussies are wet, and spread open. Open to be filled by a mans cock or tongue. I had a pussy on display for all to see. 

Now I wanted to make sure that everyone next door, even Cindy, knew that I was being fucked and sucked. I wanted them to hear my pleasure. So didn't hold back. I fucked my man with everything I had. 

Later after we finished, the cheers from next door confirmed my success. They knew what we had done. I bet they wanted me too. Too bad boys. 

Then I thought of Cindy. What if they have her instead? What if they turn to her for relief from the teasing I put them through? Out of my own jealousy, I wished she wasn't there. I wished she was at home where she belonged. 

The next morning Bill awoke me with news of breakfast. One thing I do love about camping is breakfast and morning coffee. It really does taste better then usual when you're camping. Maybe it's just that your brain thinks you could starve out there in the woods and it makes you appreciate it more. I don't know. But I like breakfast. 

Something that I really don't like is to feel dirty. And after a real good fucking you get all sticky and smelly. I needed a shower and had to pee, so I went into the tent to get my things together. 

After I came out I found Cindy and Bill sitting at the table talking like old buddies. I didn't know if I liked her coming around talking to Bill, but I trust him to behave himself. 

Cindy asked if she could come along to the showers and I felt better about going. At least she wouldn't be here to seduce my husband while I was away. Funny how that works isn't it. What may be ok for me...... 

So after a minute Cindy was ready to go and we started the long walk to the showers. On the way Cindy started talking about her husband Mark. Mark is the cutey with blond hair. Cindy had mentioned earlier that Mark had not wanted her to come along on the trip. But now she was getting into details about the problems. 

"Mark get's all upset when I am around his friends." she told me. "He worries that one of them is going to try to fuck me."

Sounds familiar! 

She went on to tell me more. "Mark turns into a real jerk when he's out with his buddies and I can't stand the way he treats me some times." Then she added, "He's a sweetheart most of the time though. It's just when his friends are around that I can't stand him" 

About half way down to the shower Cindy reached out and took my hand into hers. I looked at her and she seemed concerned about something. 

"I'm sorry for the way the guys were acting, last night" she said quietly.

"I told them to shut up, but they wouldn't stop. Even Mark was being an asshole about you guys, making noise last night." She said. 

I acted surprised, "Oh No! You heard us?" I asked. 

"Are you kidding, the guys were practically standing next to your tent trying to hear you." She laughed. "One good thing, Mark got so excited that he dragged me to our tent and screwed the hell out of me."

She got suddenly serious, "But then he got pissed off when Danny told him it was his turn to fuck me and they almost got into a fight. You didn't hear them arguing?"

Surprised, I said "no, not at all." 

Cindy then went on to explain that Mark likes to play games but he never would do anything to harm her. "When he gets too drunk he likes to grab my ass or my tits and act like a big man in front of his friends. But he'll kill anyone who tries to touch me." 

At that point we were nearing the showers and found ourselves in the back of the line. 

Families, singles, EVERYONE was trying to shower before the day got underway. The wait was boring and the funniest part came when Cindy wanted to sneak into the men's shower because the line was so much shorter. 

The thought of showering in a man's shower room made my pussy tingle. But we waited and finally made it in the women's. 

Once inside we went to our own stalls. Each stall is made of cement blocks with plastic curtains for privacy. I went in and showered while Cindy went into the stall beside mine. 

She continued to ramble on about Mark, her family, his job and his friends. I had just finished showering when I reached down and felt my pussy lips. They were still a bit swollen from the pounding they had enjoyed the night before.

I was leaning over with my legs spread checking to see how my pussy was doing when I heard Cindy say "Something interesting down there?" 

I stood up straight, my hand covering my pussy and looked at Cindy standing at the entrance of my stall. "You'll go blind doing that I hear," she joked. "Or maybe that's just guys who go blind" she said smiling. 

I moved my hand away quickly not wanting her to think that I was caressing myself and I said, meekly, "I was just checking it. After last night, you know" . 

"Hey routine maintenance is always a good thing." She said smiling. 

As I dried off and dressed Cindy just stood by and watched me. 

I felt the little tingle that I always get when I'm showing myself. I was uneasy about it now. She was looking at me naked and seeing all of my secret places. I think it was because I felt that I wasn't in charge with her barging in like that. I didn't set this up as a quick flash or an "accident." She came in and was looking without permission. 

As I passed the towel between my legs I felt that the wetness forming there. There was almost as much as the night before. I was sexually charged. And to my horror it was obvious. 

Cindy just said, "Don't worry about it, I get that way sometimes too after a good fucking. Everything excites me." She smiled at me and continued to watch me get dressed. 

Once back at the camp Cindy went in to get ready to go swimming with the guys. She and Mark went to their tent and I ducked into ours to change for our hike. I was still flustered over the shower show and I knew that it was going to be a long day on the trail. I would rather have stayed at the site and fucked some more with Bill. 

As we got ready to go Mark and Cindy came over and said good-bye. Mark was checking me out hard. He asked if we would rather go for a swim at the river with them. The thought of swimming with a bunch of horny guys kind of appealed to me but Bill had his heart set on a hike to the lake. 

In all honesty, after seeing Cindy in her swim suit I figured that I would look awfully plain in what I would have to wear. 

I had no suit and would have to wear a shirt and shorts. Cindy's bikini put her way out of my league for a sexy girl contest. But I was tempted. 

All that day, hiking with Bill to the dried up lake, my mind conjured up all kinds of visions of me swimming naked with the guys. Or I could accidentally forget my bra and wear a shirt that would go see through when wet. Or better yet I could put on some shorts that were too big and have them fall of after I dived into the water. And then we could all search for them together. 

This fantasy was getting the better of me and I needed to calm down. 

Bill and I headed back to camp without any further adventures, sexual or otherwise. By the time we got back I was tired, horny, and dangerously daring. 

After a few minutes around the camp, Cindy waved at us and called us over to there camp site. 

As we got closer I noticed that the whole group was there. 




Summer Camping Ch. 04



For the first time we all introduced ourselves and they shared their beer with us. 

As everyone sat around talking I kept noticing that Danny was checking me out a lot. Each time I would look his way he would just smile and let his eyes travel over my body. He made no effort to hide the fact that he liked what he saw. 

I liked the attention. 

Dave was doing pretty much the same thing but he was busy getting drunk more then flirting and talking. 

Mark made an announcement to Bill that if we had gone to the river he would have seen Cindy without her top. Cindy seemed pissed about it and told Mark to shut up. But then to my dismay, Danny spoke up and said that Cindy had the best looking tit's he had ever seen. 

By this time I was convince that Danny had been the one to see me naked in the tent. 

Fighting the urge to ask "Hey! What about mine?" I just sat there and listened to Cindy get all the praise. 

Danny continued by saying that Cindy should drop her pants and show her pussy so that he could compare it to any other pussy that he had seen so far. Cindy jumped up angry, and walked away. All the guys but Bill laughed and I just wanted to go. 

Once back at the tent I decided to push it one more notch. I knew that I could compete on any level for a man's attention, if I wanted too. 

I went in and put on a T-shirt and some shorts. I deliberately picked a pair that I knew were too big. I thought that I would tease the guys by letting the shorts ride low, and then pull them up before anything could show. 

After our shower tonight, I would let them listen to Bill and I going at it again. I would get their attention back. I would make them want my tits more then Cindy's.

I left the tent and looked for Bill. I knew he would be asking me about my attire and I wanted to make sure he knew that I was dressed just for his enjoyment. 

I looked around but he had taken off somewhere. As I walked around the camp I heard Mark call my name. He asked if I wanted a drink and I told him, "No thanks we, are going to the showers soon." 

I expected the guys to make some sort of comment about Bill getting to take a shower with me. And even though I knew it wasn't going to happen, I was ready to make them all think that it might. 

Mark called me again and asked me to come over to the firelight. 

As I approached, I realized that they could now see me more clearly. I checked and I could see my nipples showing through the shirt. 

I kept walking forward. My mind wondered if my dark bush showed through the shorts and I felt it. The tingle was back between my legs.

I stopped short of the group and stood there knowing I was showing a lot more then most of them had already seen. 

My nipples hardened. 

Danny smiled at that. Tony just sat there and stared. Scott put down his beer and moved over asking me to take a seat. 

To my shock, Mark quietly talked to me. "Danny here says that you shave the hair off of your pussy lips. We all think that you should let us all see." 

At first I was stunned. Cindy was there and looked like she was still pissed off about the river incident, but I decided that this was a way to even the score. 

I took a deep breath and whispered in reply. "OK. Who wants to see first?" I bluffed.

I made no move at all but stood in the light, waiting. 

Dave turned around and reached up with left hand and took a hold of my shorts. "I guess I'll go first." he said quietly. 

I looked down at him and didn't say a word. I was in a daze and was sexually excited beyond words.

I thought to myself. "He wont pull them down, no way has he got the guts."

With that Dave pulled my shorts down and they dropped to my feet. 

I was nude from the waist down. All of the guys could now see my naked pussy. 

Danny spoke up and said "See I told you. She shaves the lips." I heard Scott gasp and say "shit!" 

Dave then reached up and tried to touch my exposed pussy with his fingers. The rest of the guys just sat and stared at me, I was just as Danny had apparently described me. 

Then, I snapped out of it. Looking was one thing, touching another. I moved away from Dave's fingers just as he was about to make contact with my now dripping slot. 

I reached down and pulled my shorts to my thighs, and stopped. 

The guys could stil see my pussy. I turned and bent over and pulled up my shorts the rest of the way. Without realizing I exposed my ass to the group as I bent and then stood up straight. 

Mark made a final comment. "Nice ass hole too." I heard as I hurried back to our site. I almost ran back into our tent. I was so excited. I tried to calm down. 

Where was Bill? Had he seen me? My God what if he had? I was so stupid. I risked everything by doing that. 

Then it really hit me.

Oh my God I had done it. I had showed myself to the guys and gotten away with it. I was so worked up I wanted to strip naked and run through the campsites letting everyone see me, touch me, even fuck me.

I needed to cum again. I needed a dick. 

But Bill was off again when I most needed him. I would wait. But after only a short while waiting, I was getting pissed. I would go and get myself off in the shower. The hell with waiting for Bill.

Then Bill returned and came into the tent. He looked worried. I figured he was afraid that I was mad because he ran off without telling me where he was going. At this point I didn't want to talk about it. 

I said "Ready? Lets go then," to Bill and we left for the showers. 

I hoped to God that there was no one down there this time of night because I wanted to make myself cum in peace. 

I wanted to shove my fingers into myself and dream about what I had just done. What a turn on it is to show off like that. 

Bill never said a word the whole trip to the showers. I don't know why for sure. But I really didn't care either.

I was wet and ready by the time we went to our separate buildings. 

To my relief, I was alone in the women's shower. I could play all I wanted. 

When I went into the showers I checked each stall to be sure I was alone. The place wasn't as clean as I hoped but it never was. There was leftover soap, and empty bottles of shampoo from the day, and the floor was still wet. But in my condition I really didn't care. 

I chose the last stall, the farthest from the entrance and went inside. 

As quickly as I could I stripped naked. I turned on the water and waited for it to get hot and then dove under the spray. 

The water felt wonderful. I rinsed my hair and reached for my bottle of body wash. It was a cheap kind but it had the effect of making my skin slippery and smooth when I applied it to my wet skin. 

I immediately reached down to my pussy and felt my clit already hard, and my wetness already flowing. 

I wanted to come fast, and then try to enjoy a second cum at a more leisurely pace. 

With my right hand I worked my breasts and nipples. With my left, I worked my clit. Stoking it quickly and alternating a back and forth pressure with a circular caress I was soon close and about to go over the edge. I was standing there panting in the shower spray, my legs ready to buckle and my pussy starting contract violently with the first blissful waves, when I heard the door to the shower room swing open and then slam shut.

My private world had just gotten more crowded. Damn! 

I wasn't finished yet! 

That was another thing about camping that I hated, no fucking privacy. 

I waited and I listened for whoever had joined me to start their shower and hopefully leave again soon. But nothing happened. 

I was just to the point where I figured someone had just come in and then left, when I heard it. 

"Sandy?" 

It was a man's voice! But it wasn't Bill! 

"Who's out there?" I demanded. 

Silence. then footsteps coming closer.

I reached for my towel and quickly wrapped it around myself. Fear started to set in. "It's me, Mark" I heard.

"And me, Danny" another voice announced. 

My breath caught, "oh shit" I whispered to myself. I reached for the curtain and pushed it open enough to poke my head out. 

"You guys can't be in here!" I said firmly.

Then I saw them. It was not just Mark and Danny, it was all the guys from the squatters camp. They walked towards my stall, "Are you alone in ther?" Danny asked. 

"Hey you guys get out of here" I said trying to sound authoritative. 

As they got closer I pulled my head back into the shower and held the curtain shut. Soon they were standing right outside my stall. The only thing between us was a flimsy plastic curtain. 

"We just want to take a shower too." One of them said. 

"What? NO! Get out of here" I said pulling my towel tighter around me still holding the curtain closed. 

"Come out here and talk to us for a second" I heard Mark say. 

"No! Go away!" I said. But as I said it I pulled the curtain back and I stuck my head out looking at the men. 

"Your going to get into trouble being in here" I said. 

With that Tony said, "But the men's shower is no fun, and we want to get cleaned up too." 

The guys all laughed. "I get this stall" Tony said pointing at the shower stall next to mine. 

"Not if I get it first" Danny challenged. 

Then both men started peeling off their clothes. I watched with unbelieving eyes as the two guys stripped naked. Danny jumped into the stall next to me first. 

"Oh my God" I whispered to no one. 

I looked at Mark and he said smiling, "See, no reason to be shy with us"

The other guys including Mark then stripped off all of their clothes. Mark looked down the line of stalls and counted. "Shit we're going to one short, I'll have to share a shower, with Sandy.." 

Me too, I don't like this shower" Danny said, stepping back into view. 

My eyes traveled down his hard stomach and rested on his long hanging cock. Water dripped from the tip, and off his loosely hanging balls. 

I looked up at his face and he just stood there smiling. "I think we all want to share with Sandy" Mark said. 

With that all five naked men came to stand in front of my stall. I didn't know what to say. I was afraid, yet getting excited. I backed into my shower and closed the curtain. 

I stood there for a moment and then decided that I should try to leave. I turned my back to the curtain. 

What would I do? 

I heard the shower curtain being pulled back on the rod and felt the air get colder. "How about if we just want to watch while you finish washing" Dave said. 

"I'm done already" I said. 

"No, your not" Mark said. "You need to wash the soap out of your hair still." 

I turned to look at the five men, standing naked at the entrance to my stall. I looked down and saw that Mark, Dave and Tony were hard. Their cocks pointing at me like snakes ready to strike. 

Danny smiled at me and said, "It takes more than a pretty woman in a towel to get me up, Sandy." 

I focused on his soft but very large dick. I must have stared at it for at least a minute when Danny spoke in a soft voice, "Come on, see if you can make get hard Sandy. Show me again." 

As the five men stood there watching me, I felt my resolve weaken. I was trapped! 

There was no getting away now. 

I decided to make an attempt to show them that I was still in charge. "Fine" I thought. I will just get rinsed off, get dressed, and go. Besides they had seen most of my body already.

I turned my back and released the towel from my front. Still holding it covering my in back I said "Fine if you wont leave then I hope you get caught in here and that you all get into trouble." 

With that I tossed the towel onto the bench. 

With my back still to the group. and my ass displayed to all, I stepped back under the water spray and rinsed the remaining soap from my body. 

I knew they could all see my butt and back but I did everything I could to stand so that my front was still blocked from view. 

As I rinsed, my nipples grew hard. Then came the tingling between my legs. I was losing it. 

Slowly I turned to face the men. Four of them stood, now with hard pricks and broad smiles. 

I looked at Danny, he was still soft. "More" Danny said. 

I focused on his soft cock. 

My body was uncovered fully. These men were hard from looking at me. My pussy was alive and wanting. 

Then there was Danny. What did he want? What would it take to make him show his lust for me? 

I backed into the stall and leaned against the wall. I stared at Danny's beautiful soft cock.

"Let me see it Sandy" Danny said gesturing toward my pussy. 

I lowered my eyes and covered my pussy with my hand. Then I lifted my leg and placed my foot on the small bench inside the shower. I pushed my pelvis forward and removed my hand clearing their view of my most private part. 

"Oh ya" Scott said. The first words I had heard him say were in honor of my pussy. Now his second words were at seeing it open and excited. 

Danny moved into my stall. He was still soft but he was growing. "I want more Sandy" he said to me. He stepped up close to me and looked me in the eyes. "Make me hard baby girl" 

Leaning back against the shower wall with my legs spread wide, with Danny standing naked right in front of me, it dawned on me. I was going to be fucked. I was going to be fucked by Danny, and then probably all of the rest of them as well. 

Danny lowered himself to his knees in front of me. My open pussy just inches from his face. My hands went down and my fingers pulled the lips of my pussy open for Danny to see. His long tongue flicked out and tasted me. I arched my back and my hips rolled forward crushing my needy pussy onto his hungry mouth. He pushed his tongue up into me and ate me. Just when I knew I was going to cum he stopped. 

He stood up and moved closer. I reached down and took Danny's cock in my hand and stroked it's length. He grew hard and long. With my other hand I reached and caressed his big balls. They rolled in my hand as I looked him straight in the eyes. 

By his cock I pulled him against me. I pushed down on his member and placed the tip against my gaping pussy. 

Lowering himself just enough, the tip slipped inside of me. As he stood up, the length of his cock burrowed into my slippery hot pussy, he was buried to the hilt. 

I didn't even feel it coming. It hit me like a freight train. Danny hadn't even pumped it once and I came like I had never cum before. I made sounds, obscene sounds. I gripped his shoulders and held him there, as I pushed back with my shoulders against the shower wall and pushed forward with my hips. 

He started slow. I found myself pulling him back each time he withdrew from my pussy. His rhythm increased as he fucked into me and his orgasm approached. Soon, too soon, I felt him swell inside of me and then he groaned. Pulse after pulse he shot into my center. He slumped. When he looked at me, he said in a quiet whisper of a voice, "Best pussy I've had all week." 

I should have slapped him, but instead I was elated. It was good for him. I was the best. I wanted more. 

As Danny backed out of the stall, Dave stepped in. 

"Wait!" I said. 

I turned around and put my hands on the block wall. I spread my legs and then bent over at the waist. I offered myself to Dave, "Like this?" I asked. 

He just moved in behind me. His hands roamed over my ass and down to my pussy. He took his thumb and slowly stroked my ass hole. "Not there" I said. "OK" he said in a disappointed voice. 

I felt his cock at my entrance and he pushed into me. His hands now slid over my back and around to my breasts. He was the first one to touch my tits. He squeezed and massaged each one as he humped his dick deep into my pussy. 

Once again I was close to cumming. Only this time I felt it build. I pushed back onto his thrusting cock and reached down to work my clit, urging my body to hurry. 

My orgasm grew and wave after wave of bliss hit me. My body convulsed causing me to moan with each throbbing pleasure wave that washed over me. I heard Dave grunt, and then he pistoned in and out of me with such force that he pushed my head into the wall and pushed my pussy into another series of small spasms. 

Mark moved into place. I turned to him and he looked at me up and down. His hands by his sides and his ridged cock pointing at me. There was a drop of precum oozing from the tip. 

"What about Cindy?" I asked. 

"Hah! She went to bed, and what she doesn't know wont hurt her."

"Oh" I said as I stood there feeling his eyes on me as he took in my nude body. "How do you want me?" I asked looking at Mark through half open and very satisfied eyes. 

Mark stopped moving. He looked uncertain, as if the reality of what was about to happen had finally set in. 

I slowly sank to my knees, lowering my face just inches from his drooling dick. I reached out and put my hands on his hips and looked up at him. "Think about it for a second, there's something I want to do first." 

I leaned in, opening my mouth as I got closer and then to my surprise, his dick twitched upwards, and then a blast of cum hit my face. 

The surge hit my chin arching upwards across my open mouth, my cheek and my left eye. I flinched and then reached out to grab his throbbing member and force it into my hungry mouth to let him finish his orgasm there, but before I could touch it he pushed my hand away and turned his back to me. 

I was shocked. "What's wrong?" I asked him. 

He just stood there with his back to me for about a minute. The other guys stood and watched with mixed faces. Then Tony broke out in laughter, followed by each of the other guys in turn. 

Mark looked at them and said angrily, "FUCK YOU! Assholes!" 

He never looked at me but I could see his hand was covered with his own cum as he walked out, embarrassed. 

I had made a man cum without ever touching his dick. 

I could taste his sperm on my tongue and lips. I wiped the cum from my eye and looked at the other men. I had to smile as well. I felt pride in how I had affected Mark. 

I thought of Cindy, and how she might feel knowing I had made her man cum like that. That I had some of his cum in my mouth for a minute, before I swallowed it down.

Before I could say anything Tony lifted me to my feet and pushed me back into the water spray. 

"I need you to wash that shit off before we do it."

I looked at him and reached down to my pussy and felt the cum running out and down my legs. 

I directed the shower spray to my groin and washed the smeared cum from the outside of my body. I turned my face into the water stream and cleaned off any trace of Mark. 

Tony then pushed me against the wall again and entered me face to face, like Danny had. 

Tony knew what he was doing. And Tony, had a big cock. He forced my back to the wall and he pushed his massive cock into me one inch at a time. I had never had one this big. 

Tony stood with his back to his buddies and cheek to cheek with me. As he pumped his cock into me I, for the first time opened my eyes to see the three remaining men standing there watching me. 

Good God they were watching me fuck! Showing yourself is wonderful but having people watch you fuck? They were going to watch me cum? They were going to see me as their friend shoots his spunk up my pussy? This was too much for me and I quickly rose to another orgasm. Minutes later I came hard again. 

I watched the faces of the men, some of whom I had just fucked as wave after wave of orgasm wracked my body. I began to wail and scream and I watched them watch me. 

I felt Tony tense and erupt into me and I just kept cumming. 

I had never cum this often and this hard. I felt like I was exploding and I went limp, almost hanging on Tony's impaling dick. 

When I stopped cumming,, the world stopped making sense. I had stopped screaming, but the scream continued. 




Summer Camping Ch. 04



I looked at the guys and they were all looking at the door to the showers. 

"Oh My God!" a woman screamed. "Help! Someone Help!!" I heard outside the shower building. 

The guys looked at each other and panic struck. Tony pulled out of me and he and his friends all grabbed their clothes and ran. 

I remember Scott, standing there for a moment looking at me then at his retreating friends, as if he didn't know what to do. "What about me?" I half expected him to say. But he didn't. I watched him grab his clothes and run naked from the women's shower room. 

I too grabbed my things and threw on my T shirt and shorts. 

There was noise and shouting outside. I stopped! 

GOD NO! Bill! Where was he? Would he find out? Did he already know? 

I scooped up the rest of my belongings and headed out the door. 

As I opened it I ran into about 10 fellow campers that were coming to investigate. I also ran into a Park Ranger. 

That's my story. I love you Bill. I hope you understand.