4 comments/ 78958 views/ 20 favorites The Travel Trailer By: chopblock Who would have thought that the purchase of an old trailer could have brought such adventure? The original idea was to find an easier way for our family to camp out. I mean, my idea of camping is at the Marriott hotel, so when my wife said the trailer was a good idea, I jumped. We have had the trailer for about five years, but it was this summer that the value of the trailer really came out. I had reserved a whole week in the mountains with the intention of taking the kids and wife away from the hectic, day-to-day grind of work and suburbia. In the past, we have camped in the places with trailer connections and swim pools, golf courses and crowds. I thought it might be good this year to go a little more remote, so we packed up, and went to the high mountains with blue sky, fresh air, and relaxation, but no distractions for teenagers. After three days, I realized the error of my ways. The kids were bored, and it seemed like the only thing I did was clean up after them and cook their meals, while they tried to find entertaining things to do. In desperation, I loaded them up and took them down the mountain to my parent's house, where they could swim and play with friends. This left me with three more days in the mountains, with books, videos and my wife. It really seemed like the time would be quietly spent in fishing, talking, and maybe if I was lucky, some sex. Sandy and I just celebrated our 20th anniversary. We married when we were both 20, so the days for us of wild, all night sex had given way to teenage kids and stresses. We still loved each other, and to be honest, I would still like to have sex with her in any position, at any time of the day or night. Unfortunately, her motherly instincts have replaced her sense of adventure. I still find her very appealing. The weight she has put on in our 20 years of marriage has only served to accentuate her best feature, her breasts. Sandy was the first and only woman I had ever seen naked to this point in my life, but I can assure you that to now, this had been enough. The first time I had ever seen her in the buff was about two weeks before we were married. We had visited my Grandmother and Grandma lived in an old house with real key holes in the doors. My first thought as I heard Sandy splashing around in Grandma's bathtub was, "it is wrong to look at her naked". We were both raised in religious households where the idea of pre-marital sex was a no-no. But, she was gorgeous, I was horny and Grandma had gone to bed. I heard Sandy as she got out of the tub and I sidled over to the key hole. Looking in ever-so-slyly, I saw the nicest sight. Two firmly rounded breasts, with nipples the color of pink cotton candy. They were on the other side of the key hole, barely six feet away. The nipples on the ends of those rounded breasts were nothing like I expected. I have been around women that nursed babies for most of my life, and nipples had always been round, red and poking out. They tended to sag under the weight of nursing and with the unforgiveness of time. Sandy's were perfectly rounded, like they had been drawn with mathematical perfection by the world's best engineering firm and the nipples were slightly inverted and puffy. As she toweled them off, I didn't make a sound that might alert her to the fact she was being spied on. The erection in my pants hurt so bad I thought I would explode. Her nipples were so light and gorgeous and as she toweled them and worked them over in the cool night, I could see them slightly pucker. Almost as in answer to an unuttered prayer, she moved the towel down between her legs to dry off her moist, female area. My eyes followed the towel down to the "V" between her legs. I alternated between being embarrassed, being curious and being turned on. I had seen her in shorts so I knew she had a great ass, but she also had another great feature. You have probably seen women that had thin enough thighs that you can actually see light between their legs. I call this "Pussy Separation". Every boy spends half his life wondering about this place on the female body. Sandy's crotch was young, thin and she had perfect "pussy separation". For several months before our wedding we played racquetball regularly. As we would play I would always roll the ball intentionally into the corner. I could then catch a glimpse of her snatch as she would bend over in her tight shorts. My dream of her in spandex was nothing, however, in comparison to what came to my eyes through the key hole. First off, Sandy is naturally blond. She has never colored her hair and she has the kind of perfect strawberry blond hair that most girls try to get out of a bottle. But even with Sandy's extreme fair skin and blond hair, her bush was dark, almost black. Sorry to burst the bubble of all the adolescent boys in the world, but it is possible to have blond hair on the penthouse and dark hair in the basement. Sometimes the curtains don't match the carpet! But what really caught my attention were her external labia. They were right in front of me and located in that perfect separation. As luck would have it, Sandy slightly bent her knees and brought the towel into her "wonder triangle" to get the last drop of moisture. Her outer lips were fair and puffy. I caught a glimpse of the inner lips, which were perfectly pink and slightly hidden. Her clitoris was hiding right at the apex and it was pink and covered in folds of skin. Her dark pubic hair covered everything in a secretive mesh without being "gross". In other words, it was perfect, soft, and velvety and the place that I wanted to put my bursting erection. I went in later to admire that towel and try and get any scent that must have been left there by that beautiful slit. Fortunately for Sandy's virtue and for her decency (at until the wedding night), she first covered her bottom in panties and then slipped on a tee-shirt that covered her beautiful tits. For those perfect round globes, being lightly covered by a tee shirt almost made them more attractive. They bounced as if they were two separate, thinking entities as she walked towards the door. I scrambled before she opened the door and I rushed out and acted like I had been watching television in the front room. The dream that I had that night at Grandma's probably ruined her sheets. I can still remember the night and the dream. That night started a love affair that I have had, not just with Sandy, but with two beautiful tits and a perfect vagina for over twenty years. Even after several children she still has a velvety softness and tightness that makes me hot to trot every night. She also has two slightly sagging tits but they still have the perfect pink color of her youth with nipples that stick out a full inch if I suck on them or pull on them with my fingers. I don't get to suck on them nearly enough for my happiness these days and lately my travel into her "love canal" has been limited to only a few times a month. What a waste of the world's best body. Back to the trailer.... We were camping in a national campground at about 8000 feet in elevation. The campground was filled with families, children, tents and just a few trailers. The pull up into the mountains discourages most camping trailer aficionados so most people were roughing it in tents. The bathrooms at the campground were the type that consist of a hole in the ground and require a strong stomach to get within about 60 feet. That is why I am glad I have the trailer, because the flush toilet and shower make the experience in the wild much more agreeable. With the early August date and with the weather patterns of the mountains, it rains in a spectacular fashion almost every day. First, the rain clouds form to the south and then the thunder, lightning and wind roar through the area. This made camping in tents almost unbearable. The rains were strong enough on several days to flood the tents and wash out many of the camps and campers. This was fine with me because we had the safety and comfort of the trailer. When the weather got bad, we would hibernate in the trailer and watch a movie or play cards and wait for the weather to clear. Each evening I would sit in the dark and watch the stars and observe the campers in the campground. Occasionally, Sandy would come out and sit by me. As she did this, she would let me rub her tits through her clothes, but not undress her or insert my fingers in any secret places. Most nights, it was obvious that any weenie roast for me would not be between her legs. On our fourth night in the wilds, as I was trying to discreetly stick my left index finger in her as we sat around our campfire, we were interrupted by a fellow camper. She introduced herself as Adrienne and told us that her tent had filled up with water and that she had no dry clothes. Did we have something she might be able to wear until she could hang out her clothes and dry them off the next day? Campers have an unwritten law that you help each other out in the wild. Beside, Adrienne, told us that she was single, visiting the wild with her sister and her sister's husband. Her sister was playing "newlywed" so much that she didn't even dare spend much time around them, she told us. She had also come into the wilds with another friend, Megan, who taught with her at the local university. They were both journalism professors, we later found out, who had worked too hard on their dissertations to have much fun the last few years. They had agreed to come to the wilds to do some fishing and to work on a book they were authoring about ethics and morality. Megan proved herself an avid hiker and spent hours a day on top of the nearest mountain contemplating nature but not helping with the book. Obviously, Adrienne was bored, cold, hungry and looking for some company. I guess that explains her honesty and lack of compunction in talking about her sister and brother. I can honestly say that at this point, I was thinking only of helping out this bedraggled, cold and bored woman. She was about 35 and she was wearing a non-descript sweat shirt and jeans. Her hair was wet and hung around her temples in an unkempt mess. She truly looked worn out, in need of food and warmth. Sandy and I were just planning on going into the trailer for dinner and to watch a movie. Sandy, the compassionate, caring woman that she is invited her inside until she could find her some clothes and so that we could feed her. Adrienne readily accepted our offer. Sandy went into our bathroom and came back out with some clean jeans, a white t-shirt and some socks and a light jacket. Adrienne stepped into the bathroom, which is a large sized room in our older trailer and slipped out of her wet things. By the look of her bra and underpants that she tossed over the curtain for Sandy to hang up (our old bathroom has no real "door"), it looked like she hadn't changed for several days. My Sandy's concern for hypothermia and for Adrienne's well-being was obvious, so Sandy asked her if she would like to shower. She again, readily accepted and I lit our hot water heater. It takes about 20 minutes to heat up, so she wrapped up in a blanket and joined us for dinner. It was my turn to cook, so we heated up the marinated chicken, vegetables and fruit and sat down. The thought of her naked under the blanket finally came to my mind. What did this professor look like under that wool blanket? We had the usual small talk. We found out that Adrienne had taught for about 6 years at the local University. As the conversation shifted to her scholarly work, I realized that I had read much of her research and I had heard her talk at a symposium in Seattle the year before (I remember she had worn a tight leather skirt, but I couldn't remember her subject matter). I am an administrator at the same large University and had also taught journalism in my younger years. We found we had a lot of common acquaintances and friends. Nothing is more attractive to me than an educated, articulate person, so we went off on all the latest theories and research and politics. I again forgot that I was talking to a woman who was naked except for the blanket she had taken from off my bed. This thought came back to me when she shifted her weight and the blanket fell, exposing her right breast to both Sandy and me. It looked unintentional, but I thanked the "Breast Gods" because she did have a very beautiful and shapely breast. It was bigger than Sandy's and the nipple was dark brown. The nipple was very small, surrounded by an almost perfectly circular areola. I noticed I was staring and tried to draw my attention back to the conversation. Adrienne either didn't notice, or didn't care because she did not cover up. The nipple hardened in the cool mountain air. I was jolted back to reality with a glare from my wife for ogling the uncovered breast. The nasty look was interrupted by a knock at the front door. It was Adrienne's friend, Megan, covered in mud and shivering and looking for Adrienne. When she had returned from the mountain top she had also found all her clothes wet and found that she had no dry bedding. Fortunately, she had spied us through the window of the trailer. As the sun sets at this elevation, the temperature rapidly falls into the 30s. Megan was struggling with the beginning stages of hypothermia and we suggested she come in and eat with us and warm up. Sandy found another set of dry clothes (which were far too big for her petite frame). Megan stripped down in the bathroom and wrapped in a blanket and we ate and talked. The conversation drifted to things academic, but this bored my wife. She decided to bring the conversation back to a personal level and we soon learned more about Megan, Adrienne, Adrienne's sister named Chloe and Chloe's husband, Jason. Jason and Chloe were newlyweds and lived out of state. They had always wanted to camp, so they had talked Adrienne and Megan into being their tour guides. Their plans were to be in the mountains for about 5 days. Megan commented that for the previous two days, Chloe and Jason had spent most of their time "fooling around". This left Megan and Adrienne embarrassed and bored. They were ready to return to civilization after the downpours of the last two days. After dinner, Adrienne went into the bathroom and showered. I had asked them to be brief in their showers because of the limited amount of water in the trailer. She hurried and soaped up, rinsed, and jumped out of the shower and right into a position that I could see her around the curtain. Adrienne had a pretty body, almost textbook perfect. Her tits were big, with a hint of sag, but she had no stretch marks to indicate child birth. She also had something that struck me as different and it was only by staring that I realized she had no pubic hair. It was either shaved clean or removed permanently with electrolysis. I had rarely seen a woman's pubic mount that was completely exposed, and it was intriguing. As I looked up to her eyes, I realized she was also looking at me around the curtain in the bathroom. She had seen me eyeing her bald treasures, and she smiled with bemused friendliness. I turned bright red, but the boner I had in my sweat pants must have stood out in stark relief. It took me back twenty years to the other time that I had spied vulva through a bathroom door, the time I saw my wife through the key hole. She put on Sandy's clothes and moved over to allow Megan to go into the bathroom. I could see Megan as she dropped her blanket and my mouth dropped open. Megan had a waif-like, heart shaped bottom with enough separation to see her labia peaking between her legs. I hadn't really noticed before, but Megan had beautiful olive skin and I recognized she was Asian/American. Pictures on the internet have taught me that oriental women often have a very sparse bush. Megan hadn't shaved or trimmed her bush, but the outline of her womanhood stood out loud and clear. She also saw me studying her body, and with some degree of irritation, she pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water. I had time to take a mental picture of her, however. She had small breasts with brown areolas and she had a sparsely covered, thin, pouting pubic mound with a large clitoris, sticking out away from her petite frame. I would have loved to jump in the shower and soap her up, but the wife brought me back to earth with a cough and a dirty look. After she came out in my wife's oversized tee shirt, I saw how beautiful she was and how sensual her eyes were. She also had very thin legs and skin that was smooth and beautiful. She couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds soaking wet and she had very narrow hips. Her nipples poked through the soft fabric of my wife's tee shirt. When she sat down on the edge of the bed in the trailer, I could see up her shirt to her vagina. She had on no panties. I was in sensory over-load. It was getting close to 10 and the night had turned pitch black. There was very little light in the campground and with the exception of two fat neighbors who were fighting about the kids walking through their bedding, it was quiet and peaceful. Megan was ready for bed, but didn't relish the thought of returning to her tent and climbing into wet bedding. Girls in my trailer was a decision Sandy had to make. In answer to my prayers, Sandy said it would be perfect for them to share the extra double bed in our trailer. With our kids gone, we had plenty of room and we would be happy to let them use the double bed that folded out from the table in the dining room. We got the beds ready and then Adrienne remembered about Jason and Chloe. "We need to run down and let them know where they are," Adrienne said. I was the only one dressed, so I volunteered. I walked the 100 yards or so to campsite #12, hearing the usual noises of the campground. Parents were quieting their children, games and laughter echoed through the trees, and hushed voices hinted of lovers trying to be discrete. Tents don't muffle sounds or leave much to the imagination of fellow campers. Approaching Chloe's tent, I heard something that made me freeze, but smile at the same time. It was the voice of a woman desperately trying to come, yet be quiet at the same time. She was fairly hissing the words, "Okay, now you can put that thing in me, but don't come yet. I want to come first!" A few seconds later, she begged, "Get those fingers on my clit. If you don't make me come this time, I won't ever let you use my tits. Don't make me use that dildo Adrienne has in her suitcase," she snarled. After a few minutes of moaning and instruction she yelped as her body obviously crashed through a climax. I also heard a man moan as he came. There was just enough light shining through the tent to make out someone straddling the upper body of another person lying on a cot. My imagination made me figure there was probably a large penis wedged between some tits. Heavy breathing indicated their slow return to normalcy and they switched on a bright lantern in the tent. The bright silhouette of a man with a semi-erect penis climbing off a woman was highlighted on the side of the tent. I made as much noise as I could so they would know I was there. They rushed to cover up and asked who was out there. I introduced myself and told them that Megan and Adrienne were in our trailer. I invited them to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. sharp and invited them fishing with me in the morning. They said they would take me up on it and thanked me for the message. I smiled as I saw a glob of something hanging from Chloe's hair. It made me long for the days when Sandy would let me use her perfect tits for fun and frolic any time of day or night. As I returned to our trailer, I thought about what had transpired. I have never had sex with anyone but my wife and I haven't seen any women nude (unless you count nursing mothers). I was intrigued by the comment I had heard about the "dildo in the suitcase". Was there more than scholarly camaraderie between our two friends that were in the extra bed in my trailer? The Travel Trailer When I got back to the trailer, Sandy had cleaned up the dishes and the warm glow of the lights invited me inside. I set up the laptop computer (that is where I play my DVDs in the trailer) and we decided on a movie. I was outvoted 3 to 1 and we ended up watching "Yours, Mine and Ours" with Henry Fonda and Lucille Ball. I figured I would watch "Patton" later, if I had enough battery power. Since I had seen the movie about 20 times before, I picked up my book and started to read while the others watched the film. After about an hour, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. I turned off the light above my bed so the only light now was from the glow of the DVD. Megan and Adrienne were softly highlighted by the movie. As my eyes became more adjusted to the light, I saw that they were lying close together with a little bit of motion under the blankets right where their two crotches were located. I didn't dare move. I was afraid they might stop. They were more than friends!!! My eyes became even more used to the lighting, and I saw that Megan had closed her eyes. Obviously, Adrienne was getting Megan worked up to a mind blowing orgasm. I slowly turned my head to look at my wife. She was not watching the movie but the two women. I slowly moved my hand to her bush and found, to my surprise, that she was wearing no under pants and her thighs were splayed wide open. Her outside labia were warm and lubricated. Was she getting aroused watching two women in our trailer get each other off? Sandy moved her legs even wider apart, inviting my attention. I slipped my left index ever so slowly into her tunnel. She was sopping wet and unlike her usual response, her clitoris stood out at attention. I had always suspected that Sandy was not quite as backward about sex as her demeanor would lead one to believe. I remember back to our unconsummated make-out sessions when we were first dating. On one date, she wore a pair of light brown stretch pants that clung tightly to her ass. We passionately kissed in the front seat of my parent's car for a long time and then she slipped down in the seat and spread her legs, inviting some action on my part. I was the most backwards young man in the world when it came to knowing what to do to satisfy a woman. I clumsily started massaging her stomach and lower abdomen, looking for some sort of clue as to what she was looking for. She brought her pubic area up higher, trying to get some pressure against her mound. Taking this hint, I moved my fingers lightly down to the "camel toe" that was showing through her stretch pants. I was so inexperienced, that my fingers went down too far and didn't even drag across her clitoris. Sensing my stupidity, she again moved and guided my hand to her clit. Naïve and not understanding clitoral massage, I erred by pushing really hard against her button. She backed her pudenda away, and said to me in a whisper, "softly". I was flooded by this female reaction. Nothing would stop this excitement, if I could help it. Even through her stretch pants, I could make out a faint odor and it really keyed up my senses. After our marriage, I had an opportunity to get her naked and really lubed up. I then realized that the great odor was her vagina, sexually aroused. If I could take that scent and package it into candles, I would make millions. I worked over her mound through her stretch pants, my hand moving in slow, intense circles. She had thrown her head back and she was breathing heavily. As I gently rubbed her clitoris through her pants, she rocked her hips in rhythm to my massage. Her legs were spread so far apart I was afraid she would split. Her large nipples were outlined on her tight, white top. This was the best show I had ever experienced in my life. My heart was beating about 200 times a minute as my adrenaline was in overdrive. Suddenly, she thrust her pelvis forward and clenched her legs around my hand. She let out a few whimpers, shuddered and then mumbled something I couldn't understand. She sat there a second, gasped out a heartfelt "thank you" and looked over at me with a flush-faced, bleary-eyed, embarrassed, I love you look. My life was better than it had ever been! I had seen my first full-fledged, full-blooded, female orgasm. Back to the present, I saw Megan get that same look on her face that Sandy had shown me in my parent's car. An orgasm crashed through Megan's body. She bucked her hips athletically, pumping her vagina against Adrienne's hand. After a few minutes they kissed and Megan thanked Adrienne. Megan and Adrienne then looked our way. They were either checking to see if we were watching them, or checking what kind of action was being generated in the back of the trailer between Sandy and me. Sandy kind of froze when she saw their gaze come our direction. They pulled the blanket off of themselves to release the heat from under their blanket. I could see Adrienne's shiny, bald sex organs in the glare of a scene from the movie. Adrienne had obviously received Megan's attention before she focused on Megan. Both of them had their night shirts pulled up around their torsos, bunched around their tits. None of us had seen any of the DVD for a while, but the light it gave us provided a reason to let it run. We all waited for what might happen next and the tension was very heavy. I was the first to move. I pulled the blanket off of Sandy and waited for her reaction. At first, she was reluctant to continue our touch and feel session and she was quite tentative. Slowly, as I rubbed her external genitals, the smell of three pussies flooded the trailer. Sandy finally relaxed and spread her legs wider apart. From where the other two women were laying, and with me discretely staying out of their line of sight, they could both see Sandy lying there, vulnerable and exposed. It took a minute for Sandy to get worked back up, but she liked the idea of others watching her spread beaver. I pushed my finger as far as I could into the warm wetness of her vertical slit. The temperature in the trailer was cool, but Sandy had sweat beads forming on her forehead. I had learned a few years ago to really moisten up my fingers and work Sandy's clitoris over between two fingers. I used this method now and her pink nub stood out between my index and middle finger. Sandy will usually lie quietly and passively while I work her to an orgasm, but tonight she put on a real show. She threw her head from side to side and whispered for me to move my fingers faster. I had forgotten how truly perfect Sandy's vagina was. Her outer lips were tight and round. Her inner lips, when dormant, were hidden in the larger folds of her vulva. As she gets aroused, the light pink inner lips peek out like petals of a rose. Her clitoris is usually just a little "peek-a-boo nubbin'" between her legs. Now, in the heat of the moment, it stood out away from her body begging me to bring it to a thundering climax. In this context, Sandy did something that I had never seen her do before. She pulled her night shirt up and grasped both of her tits in her hands. Her usually large nipples had contracted in the cool air and excitement. They were unbelievably pretty and she grasped them and brought each nipple to her mouth and suckled herself. Pulling her lips away from each nipple, I could see that she had suckled them to a gorgeous red-pink color. The nipples stood out away from her round breasts as far as her clitoris did from her exposed pubic mound. Needless to say, I was fascinated by this show, both with the two extra women that were lying in my trailer, but also with the reaction from my wife. I had completely forgotten about my own sexual needs as I worked over Sandy's body and it was fascinating to watch Sandy shudder and squirm under my attention. Both Adrienne and Megan had pushed themselves up on their elbows and were smiling as I worked up Sandy's passion. Sandy could only handle this for a few minutes and the final explosion came quickly. She lifted her hips and pelvis up off the bed, pulled at her nipples and shuddered and came for about two full minutes. I could feel the inner muscles of her vagina tighten down on my index finger. She was soaking wet and I lightly licked off my finger. Savoring my fingers, I looked at our guests. They had pulled their shirts down modestly and all the female flesh that I had longed to ogle was now put away from my sight. Only Sandy was obscenely exposed, fairly oblivious to how far her legs were apart or how her nipples still were peeking out from between her own fingers. She had made quite the wet spot on the bed and she smelled divine. We looked up at the DVD and noticed that the movie was in the final credits. Megan reached over and turned off the computer, leaving us in complete darkness. Not sure what to expect, I heard them say, "Good night" and there was no more noise from their direction. Sandy laid by me, only distinguishable in the night by her breathing and by the smell that her orgasm had created. My dick was at full attention and feeling fairly lonely. Three women had had orgasms within ten feet of his location, but poor old Johnson was all alone, erect, and in pain. I was just about ready to go to sleep when my gracious, caring, lovely, bedraggled wife reached over and pulled on my pajamas. She didn't say anything but lightly grabbed the head of my penis through the opening in my underwear. Usually I prefer full contact, jam your dick into the hilt, hard and horny sex. Tonight, however, it seemed right to let her bring me to a climax with just her hand. She has such a light touch and she knows the sensitive parts of my dick that need attention. I just decided to lay there and enjoy her skill. Memories flood back before our marriage. That was when she had first shown how good she was at hand jobs, and she has used this talent at different times since the big wedding day. Before we were married, we were committed to no intercourse. We were horny, of course, but knew that we couldn't do the real "deed". Up to then, the most we had done was "Levi Lovin'", where we would rub each other genitals through our clothes. Sandy had gotten off a few nights before in my parent's car as I have described, and although we felt kind of guilty, we sure knew we were sexually compatible and I was surprised how often Sandy wanted me to rub her crotch through her clothes. She came numerous times by my working her cunt through her pants. One memorable night about a week before the wedding, we sat in Sandy's parent's house. We had necked and kissed and rolled around for about an hour. I was about ready to go home when my dreams unexpectedly came true. Sandy actually stood up unhooked her belt, and undid the clasp on her size 6 jeans (oh, what an ass!!!), and unzipped her pants. Now I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I sensed she was giving me a clue. I got up on my knees on the couch and started to tug and pull at her pants trying to get past the denim prison that held her beautiful, covered secrets. I remembered the image through the key hole. I was saddened when Sandy grabbed my hands, and told me that she was only letting me feel her, not rape her. She wanted to wait and didn't want her parents to hear our passion. Okay, I would take what I could get. I had never had a true anatomy lesson on a real girl, so I wasn't quite sure where to begin. I couldn't get her pants past the flair of her hips, but I could see her underpants. Seeing them, I almost laughed out loud. After many years of looking at catalogs, I had a fairly strong opinion about what girls underpants should look like and, curiously, this wasn't it. She wore the kind that started just below her belly button and were made out of the same material that you make body armor from. The double absorbent, reinforced crotch in her panties looked similar to a chastity belt. She pulled her pants down far enough that I could see her external genitals only covered by her armor plated panties. Awkwardly, I put my hand into her pants, scratching my arm on her zipper. I was determined that anything less than full amputation would not keep me from feeling that treasure, even if it was covered in steel panties. I was a little bit better at understanding where her clit was because of her orgasm I had observed in my Mom's car a few days earlier, so I worked my hand around above the crotch of her jeans and felt her labia through the cotton. The most fascinating thing was seeing individual pubic hairs sticking through the white of her panties. I turned on the lamp, because if I was going to give her a full gynecological exam, I wanted to see it. I was a little disappointed after a few minutes because I wanted her to get stark raving naked, but she only sat down next to me and pulled her pants down to around her ankles. She left her underpants on and told me that I could feel her under her panties. So, in her parent's front room, I stuck my hand in between her panties and her belly. It was difficult, with the angle and with her tight panties to get where I wanted immediately, so I first worked my way down to her pubic hair. I noticed, and was surprised by, the coarseness of her bush. Then, as I worked my hand down farther, I came across moist, soft folds of skin. My snaking fingers next came across her obvious little poke-em-out clit. She sucked in her breath and moved her hips in a way that told me I had come across something very sensitive. I just stayed there without moving for a long time; afraid she may wrap the package up again and leave me without the thorough knowledge of female genitalia that I so urgently wanted. I had my arm twisted at unbelievable angles to try and feel her twat but I didn't move, even when my arm started to ache and go to sleep. After a few minutes, she breathlessly told me, "You can put a finger up me, if you want". Perfect, but how? My index finger was smashed against her twat, so maybe if I just moved it around a bit, I could find the hole. Sure enough, as I got my finger moving around and felt some circulation return to my hand, her labia opened up a bit, like a safe giving way to an expert safecracker. I inched my finger between the folds and into her sex. Now, with success close and my hormones on overdrive, I pushed my finger as far as I could in a rapid upward motion. That was a mistake, because the angle that I was at made my finger push too hard against her pubic bone and not up her vagina. She jumped, and I retreated quickly, not sure if I had caused her permanent vaginal damage. Lovely creature that she was, she told me that when we got married, she would lay on her back for hours and let me see every fold, every pubic hair and every nook and cranny until I memorized it like my own first name. "Thank you, Sandy", I said as I smelled the remains of her virgin cunt on my finger. It had a musky, sexy smell like I had never encountered before. My dress pants tented out to obscene angles with my erection and it was apparent to Sandy that I was uncomfortable. Then she did something I didn't expect. She unzipped my pants and released the one-eyed dragon. It was the first time he had ever been released in the company of a girl, and I was slightly embarrassed with how quickly she worked, but I was emboldened by her aggressiveness. She worked her fingers up and down my penis for a minute and I could see her turning over an idea in her mind. Finally, she looked me in the eye while she continued to stroke my dick and asked, "Would you like a little relief?" I fairly gasped, "Like you wouldn't believe", unsure what she had in mind. She led me into the kitchen, just down the hall from her sleeping parents. She did this by never releasing my erect member. I can guess what her parents would have done if they would have come out in the kitchen at that moment, seven inches of my dick in their dear daughter's hand. Sandy was smart and she was always thinking ahead. The kitchen fit her needs for what she planned to do to me. Her mother's hand lotion was located in a bottle above the sink, and it was the only place in the house with tile instead of carpet. We left the lights off. The first thing that she did was to study my erection, with a kind of detachment and curiosity reserved for academic study. Then, in an awkward and unexpected move, she took the end of my dick in her mouth and lightly sucked and swirled her tongue around the end. I just about collapsed from passion and pleasure. She pushed me against the kitchen counter and lubed up her right hand with my soon to be Mother's hand lotion. She got down on her knees and encircled my dick with her lotion covered hand. She started moving up and down in slow deliberate strokes. She apologized for her inexperience and asked for direction. I think the only coaching I could give her was a loud grunt. The lotion was cool, her hand was soft, and her face was beautiful as she looked up at me in the moonlight. She twisted her hand over the glans of my penis at the end of each stroke, like an expert, but with a certain shy, coyness that was unbelievably exciting. She told me that I had to let her know when I was coming, because she wanted to make sure it didn't splatter all over the kitchen. This elicited another moan on my part. She sensed the boiling that was occurring in my balls, and she used her left hand to gently massage them. This was more than I ever dreamed possible in enjoyment and sexual excitement. I told her to move back, so I wouldn't stain her light blue, turtle-necked sweater. She prepared for the impending orgasm by getting a huge smile (she liked being in control) and I felt my testicles boiling. Suddenly, it felt like my balls exploded out the end of my penis. She put her left hand in front of my penis and the first stream of semen literally slapped off of her palm and dripped onto the floor. She giggled and kept milking my dick like a starving calf. The next stream sped past her hand, which was positioned too low and it fell to the floor. I felt so faint that I wasn't sure I could keep standing. Semen continued to shoot from the end of my dick, and Sandy was only able to contain a small fraction in her open palm. Finally spent, I looked around the kitchen. It was good we moved to the tiled floor or we would have stained the carpet in the front room more than a herd of cattle. It felt like some semen must have shot 20 feet. Sandy said it was the first ejaculation she had ever seen, and she openly wondered how it would feel to have a stream like that in her vagina. I would have shown her that night, if she hadn't walked to the sink, washed off her hand and pulled out a few paper towels which she used to mop up the sticky mess on the floor. She leaned over, took the end of my penis in her mouth and sucked hard. I could actually feel the remaining semen in my dick pulled out by her suction. She made a sort of yummy sound, went over and turned on the light and told me to make sure we got everything clean. I smile every time I go back to that kitchen and realize the first orgasm triggered by my wife occurred there on that memorable winter night using her Mother's lotion. . So there I was back in the present in the camper with my naked wife, two beautiful women laying about five feet away and my wife's hand as it slowly moved up and down on my erection. My pelvis started to move in the rhythm of Sandy's slow but steady work, and I was just about ready to come. The trailer doesn't have very good leveling jacks, so any motion is felt throughout the trailer. We were rocking. Usually, when Sandy is giving me a hand job, she waits for the orgasm, shoots my jism on my belly and chest, wipes her hand off on my clothes, smiles and nods off to sleep. This was my expectation tonight, but as I started to tense for the release, I felt Sandy shift her weight, encircle my dick with her lips and tongue and bring me to a climax in her mouth. I came violently, splashing my spunk on the back of her throat. I listened as she nursed and slurped all the semen from my body. I knew our guests had to hear this, as well as feel the rocking of the trailer, but no reaction came from them, only a short laugh, and a whispered comment from one of the girls about how we should all sleep better. Sandy did something completely out of character that night. She curled up next to me naked and slept in the buff for only the second or third time since we were married. I drifted off to sleep, with a smile on my face sleeping the sleep of the dead that comes after a mind numbing orgasm. The Travel Trailer My head was spinning. There was light coming in through the blinds and my mind slowly came awake. Two things were happening simultaneously. Someone was moving around in the bathroom of the trailer and an extremely pleasant sensation was traveling up my body. As I tried to sort out what was going on, I realized that my unit was stiff and was being sucked on by someone who was hidden under my blanket. Trying to sort out my senses, I looked up and saw Megan at the sink preparing something, probably breakfast. I could hear someone peeing in the bathroom, and as I turned my head, I saw around the curtain that it was Adrienne in the bathroom. Relaxing a bit, I now knew it was my wife giving me a blow job in the soft light of morning. I tried to relax and enjoy the attention being given to me by my wife. I sat up a little bit and reached my hands under the blanket, and gave both of her tits a little "I Love You" squeeze. She reacted by pushing my penis far down her throat. It was going to take me a bit to wake me up and give her a good plastering, so I laid there and tried to figure what was the proper reaction to this unexpected attention. I really was appreciative of the idea, but what I really wanted was a good fucking, and that didn't seem to be a possibility. Just then, Megan turned around from the kitchen and saw the action. She smiled and said she had told Sandy to wake me up for breakfast. It was already 6:45 and she wanted an early start for a hike. I noticed someone moving on my side and I saw Adrienne come out of the bathroom, still wearing my wife's tee shirt. She said, "Good morning". "Hi", I said, as nonchalantly as possible, seeing as my dick was getting polished under the blanket. "We've been up for almost a half hour and we told Sandy she had to wake you up or you might miss breakfast," Adrienne commented. This made far too many distractions for me to have an appropriate orgasm; besides, I needed to use the bathroom. I pulled Sandy's head away from dick and gave her a kiss. She sensed that I wasn't ready for a full blown sexual experience, but I told her she could use this method to wake me up any day. She climbed out of the blanket and walked naked to the back of the trailer. Both the other women looked at her as she walked away from them. I wasn't quite sure what to think of two women looking at my wife's bare ass, but I could understand. Like I say, she was 40 now, but her bottom had a pleasant plumpness without being fat. Sandy didn't really work out, but she knew how to exude a sexual presence and her narrow waist made her attractive to look at. I now had a certain dilemma. My Johnson was painfully stiff. As I sat there, I tried to think of any unpleasant thought to relieve the erection, but nothing was working. Every thought of my mother or some of the women from work (most of who are celibate and should remain that way) was washed away by either my wife walking past nude or me looking at the other two women cooking breakfast. The flag pole stayed at full mast. As the other women were busy in the front of the trailer, I tried to slip into the bathroom unnoticed. Adrienne turned around just at the wrong time and laughed. She said to Megan, "With a dick that big, maybe you would want to try men again." I blushed, but felt appreciative of the acknowledgement. I really hadn't ever compared my tool to others in the locker room. I was a late bloomer, so to speak, and I had been teased all through junior high as the other guys matured. My poor "corn nubbin" didn't ever seem to want to grow a beard and get big like the other guys. When it did, I was far past the mentality of looking at other guys dicks. I ran track and played baseball until I was about 20 and I had always stayed thin. I certainly wasn't teased any more about my physique. When I got to the bathroom, I ran into a really big problem. How do you pee into a small trailer toilet with your dick fully erect and pointing to the ceiling? Sandy pushed the curtain aside and walked into the bathroom. Seeing my dilemma, she laughed. "This is your fault," I commented. "Sorry," she said, but she didn't mean it. She got dressed and walked out of the bathroom and I thought of a solution. I pulled on some sweats and decided to run into the woods where, if I could get the right valves open with an erection, I could just pee into the bushes. As I walked out of the trailer, I practically ran into Chloe. I had forgotten we had invited her and her husband for breakfast and they were there to take us up on our offer. Her eyes ran down to my dick, still stiff and pushing out the sweats in front of me. I was totally embarrassed and didn't know what to say. "I guess this means you're glad to see me," she said. "I am sorry," I mumbled and ran into the bushes. Her husband was just walking up the road from their camp site. Hopefully, Megan and Adrienne would tell her the reason for the full salute and explain my dilemma. If not, at least she might find out why Sandy has a sly smile sometimes. When I got back into the trailer, everyone was smiling. This obviously meant that the explanation had occurred while I was in the woods. My balloon was now deflated, both figuratively and literally. We sat around the table (it was very crowded with all six of us) but we had a pleasant talk and found out a little bit about Chloe and Jason. Chloe was the wild child in their family and her farthest advancement in education was just barely finishing high school. This was in direct contrast to her older sister, who had worked hard all through school and had earned a Ph.D. in Mass Media. Even with the contrast, it was obvious they were close and they joked and bantered back and forth easily. I studied Chloe in contrast to Adrienne. The were about the same height, but where Adrienne wore her hair short and kept it "natural", Chloe had hair that was bleached with bright red streaks. As we finished breakfast, they both stood up to clean up the dishes. Chloe was dressed in spandex shorts which showed that her bottom had no extra fat. She had knotted her tee shirt around her stomach and she had a tanned and tight belly showing in the gap. They had similar body types, and they both were "built", although it was difficult to do a real assessment with the clothes they were wearing. She and Jason had been married about 4 months and she worked as a hair dresser. Jason had just gotten a job a few months ago as a driver for FedEx. It was honorable work, but it was obvious he was no scholar. Even at that, he was pleasant and laughed easily and although he wasn't extremely tall or broad, he took care of himself, it appeared. Jason and Chloe told us they were both 27. Adrienne demurred when asked her age. I would guess there was about 8 year's difference. As I told them about my plans for the day, the women all listened attentively, but Jason was distracted. I told them I was planning on hiking to a lake I had seen on the map, but it was about 4 miles away and the map showed some steep climbs in a few areas. I had planned on taking a lunch and spending most of the day in the high mountains. I knew they planted the lakes by helicopter so the fishing was great, but most weekend campers were scared away by the hike. Megan, the one who liked to hike, was excited with the possibilities and said it sounded like fun. Chloe said that she and Jason were up for the adventure. This was fine, but again, Jason was distracted and didn't make any response. I looked at him and he was focused on the back of the trailer. Sandy was in the back making up our bed and he was watching her. She wore tight jeans and a loose shirt, but I remembered that when she got dressed today, she didn't put on her bra. As she bent over to pull the blankets tight, the loose shirt billowed away from her body and her boobs dangled down like two very attractive pendulums. There was a lot of light streaming into the trailer and the pink points of her nipples almost glowed in the sunlight, exposed in her loose fitting shirt. Chloe also noticed his attention and kicked him under the table. Properly disciplined, he commented that he would love to fish and he and Chloe got up to go pack a lunch and get their fishing gear. This left only Sandy and Adrienne to decide. Sandy likes fishing about as much as dental work and she is not an "outdoorsy" woman at all. She said she would go if everyone else was determined to make the hike. Adrienne kind of laughed and said, "We might as well make it a team." They both went to get dressed and I made up the lunches. Sandy kept her jeans on and came out with a new shirt and to my frustration, a bra. She told me if she was hiking she needed a little support. I told her, "Just let me walk behind you and I will hold onto your tits and keep them from swinging." "No Thanks," she said, but she smiled. "Did you see Jason eying your breasts while you made up the bed?" I asked. "You're dreaming. What would he want with a middle aged woman when he can have sex with Chloe any time of the day or night?" "This may come as a surprise to you, but there are probably about 2 billion guys who would pay cash to see those things. I can't think of them without throwing a rod," I said. She reached over and tweaked my hard penis again to let me know the compliment was appreciated. I went in and after losing an erection by thinking about baseball, I put on some jeans, a shirt and sun screen. The sun at 9000' can take off your hide. I put everything into my back pack and we assembled out side our trailer. I found the right path and we started out. The day was turning hot but the hike was pleasant and not as steep as I suspected it might be. It is hard to carry on much of a conversation while hiking single file on a path, but we had an enjoyable time and I was surprised how easily we all talked. I guess seeing each other come must take some of the pressure off in a social setting. Sandy and I were in the back and we were able to hold hands most of the way. Jason and Chloe, since they were the youngest, got ahead of the rest of us. I walked right behind Megan, and even in her camouflage shorts, she was attractive. I watched her bottom, especially on the uphill parts of the hike and it was mesmerizing. Adrienne had taken my advice about long pants in the high mountains. There is nothing as appealing as a nice bottom framed in well fitting jeans. I was in full bottom-staring heaven. The hike was going to take about an hour and a half and after about 45 minutes, we were getting a little warm. We came to a small stream that crossed our path and we stopped to soak our feet and take a rest. I asked Sandy if she had put on her sunscreen and she told me she had. The other two women had both forgotten and I told them that we had packed some just in case. Megan came back and without any discussion took the sunscreen. She started to put it on her face and on her arms and neck. She then said that the warm day had convinced her to just wear her sports bra and not her tee shirt. She took off the shirt and had Adrienne come and help her spread it on her shoulders and legs. She wasn't exactly "busty" but again her extremely tight stomach and ass and her thin frame were just about perfectly proportioned. She pulled the straps of her bra down, and Adrienne spread the lotion far down her front, maybe a little too far. I couldn't see around to her hands, but the reaction of Megan seemed to indicate that something more than a friendly "hello" was taking place. Adrienne took off her shirt and the process was reversed, except that Adrienne also took her bra off. She said she wanted to make sure she got good coverage, but the look on her face would lead one to believe she wanted some attention. Megan started working the lotion into her shoulders and then down her front. I made sure I had a good location for watching and I saw Megan's tiny hands wrap around Adrienne's tits. The lotion covered her picture perfect skin and made the little nipples stand out like pencil erasers. She had no tan line on her tits and it led me to believe that she must tan topless. Adrienne had a perfectly proportioned body also, and the contrast of the two women was striking (opposites tend to attract). My attention turned to my wife and I could see interest in her demeanor. I think women can appreciate each other's fine points without having to see it in a "lesbian" light. Even with Sandy's bra on, her nipples were poking out and very apparent. I reached over and tweaked the left nipple and Sandy smiled. I was ready to throw three women on the ground and fuck them until they begged for rest, but Adrienne and Megan tied their shirts around their waists and we started off again. Now in addition to their cute asses, waggling in front of me a few feet, I got to ogle their bare backs and look at their breasts bound only by sports bras whenever we would stop and rest. They both had flawless skin and the flesh that was exposed was toned and tanned. Megan's olive skin glowed in the bright sunlight. We had now, long ago, lost sight of Jason and Chloe. We assumed they had just continued on ahead. We were wrong. The first sign that we had gotten close to them came from the moans of a women to the left side of the path. Adrienne put her finger to her lips and motioned for us to be quiet. We walked quietly through the woods to a point about 25 feet off the path. The woods covered the path in this area in shade. The place where the moans were coming from, however, was a small glen, bathed in sunlight. As we got closer, we saw Chloe, lying on her back. Completely naked, she had Jason's head buried in her snatch. This is the first time I had seen Chloe really naked, except for the silhouette on the tent from the previous night. What a sight she was! We hid behind large pine trees and watched the show. Chloe had exact replicas of Adrienne's tits, at least in shape, but the size was hard to ascertain with her lying flat on her back. They were large, with no slipping into her arm pits, even with her in this position. The nipples were in a huge state of arousal and they had shrunk down to the size of pinheads on her large mounds. The areola was dark but very small and her tits were bouncing softly as her pelvis gyrated under the oral sex. Jason was stripped down to his shorts, but his erection was protruding out the leg hole of his boxers. His dick wasn't as big as mine, I noticed. He pulled his face away from her crotch, only to be ordered back there in no uncertain terms. Chloe was desperately trying to get enough stimulation on her clitoris to get an orgasm. Jason either wasn't very good at it, or she just didn't come very easy. Jason was trying to work his shorts off, without breaking contact with Chloe's clitoris. Any time contact was lost, however, he was ordered back. The poor guy was frustrated and had even started to rub the end of his own dick. Chloe, with a slight exasperated tone told him, "You can put that thing in me, but only after I come. You never will let me finish if you come first!" This visual stimulation was really getting me hard. Chloe was beautiful, like her sister, but she seemed to take sex a little more intensely. I watched as Chloe finally shuddered through an orgasm and Jason just about jumped into her wating vagina with his rock hard dick. She was accommodating and thrust her twat up to meet him. Looking at her exposed cunt, I smiled. It looked just like the mental picture of her sister's that I carried in my brain from the previous night. It was shaved bald and with her arousal, the inner lips were puffy with moisture clinging to the outer lips. I only caught a brief glimpse before Jason's dick was thrust in there, covering her vulva from sight, but with her legs apart and with the arousal, the bright pink color of her intimate personal parts flared in the sunlight. Jason was lucky. The funny thing was that after only about ten or twelve good strokes, he shuddered and slid off her body. No wonder she always made him bring her to climax first. He wasn't very good. She laid there in the after glow of the experience but Jason quickly rolled off and put his shorts back on. His dick was already limp. The sun beat down at just the right angle to illuminate and frame Chloe's beautiful female organs. You could see the liquid coming out the bottom of her slit, dripping down onto the ground and over her ass. Her vagina glowed with a slightly coral-pink color and her clitoris still stood out away from her body. Her nipples and clitoris began relaxing in the sun as I watched. This poor guy had never really been trained in the art of slow lovemaking and he was married to a sex machine. Adrienne leaned over to us and said, "He is not the best when it comes to servicing my sister. I don't know what to do to help them out." Sandy smiled and said, "I think we might be able to help him." She walked into the circle of light, where Chloe was still lying, exposed to the world. Sandy, the woman I had known for twenty years and who I never suspected of having any kind of temptation to show her body to others, now said, in a loud voice, "Now hear this, you two are going to sit and watch while we show you the proper method to make a woman happy. Lesson one, foreplay!" Chloe jumped about four feet off the ground slapping her legs together and Jason just about died of embarrassment. "Do you mean you watched us just now?" Sandy said, "We watched you, but we weren't happy with the show. If Jason wants to keep this woman, there are a few skills he needs to learn. Now sit down and shut up". Chloe sat down, still stark naked, on the poncho they had spread on the ground. Jason wasn't sure what to expect, but he also sat down by her. Sandy can be quite the take charge person, but I had never expected this. "Again, lesson one is foreplay," Sandy said in a very mock-authoritative mode. She motioned for Adrienne to come and stand by her. "I will identify a few places on the women's body that you should be more aware of," Sandy started. "We will use the body of Adrienne, especially since it is so close to her Sister's, to demonstrate. Adrienne, please strip down to your underwear." By now, Adrienne was smiling and nodding in agreement with the arrangement that Sandy had orchestrated. She untied her shirt from around her waist and stepped out of her tight jeans. She wore conservative, pink underpants that covered her lower half in a modest, feminine way. Her navy blue sports bra flattened her beautiful tits, but it was apparent that this woman was built for love making, just like her sister. She put her boots back on her feet so she wouldn't get her feet cut up. "Now any woman will tell you that her body takes a little getting warmed up before you try and stuff your sausage down her slot. Let me point out a few things that will make penetration a thing you will both enjoy," Sandy explained in a mocking, self important voice. "When properly aroused, any place on a woman's body has the potential to be an erogenous zone. Remember this and remember that women like to be stimulated in different ways. Men always want to go straight for the tits and after 20 seconds of breathless squeezing, move down to the pubic region." Sandy pointed to Adrienne's tits and to her covered pubic mound. Her nipples started to stick out in highlight through the blue sports bra in appreciation for being noticed. "The best thing to do is to work slowly and look for clues as to what direction your lover would like." Sandy now rubbed Adrienne's hair, which was tied back in a tight, short pony tail. She worked her hands down behind her ears and to her neck. Adrienne tilted her head back and closed her eyes in the same manner that a cat does when you scratch under his chin. Sandy said, "You can see that Adrienne's neck is sensitive and by her reaction she would like to be stimulated here." Sandy kissed Adrienne's neck softly and moved up to her chin, Adrienne accepted the advance and you could see her softly sway, as if she were a tall tree in a slight breeze.