3 comments/ 75691 views/ 9 favorites Bushwalking By: rosebud_6 Claire had joined a bushwalking club about 2 years ago. They regularly went on trips through the Blue Mountains, walking along the trails leading to the waterfalls in the area. Most of the time there was about 10-12 people booked in for the trips. She like the over-nighters, when they all took their tents with them and set up camp for the night. They'd build a fire at one of the campsites, but only when there wasn't a fire ban, and all sit around and talk until it was time to go to bed. They usually had early nights so they could get up early to watch the sun rise. There were quite a few different types of people in the club. There were couples and singles. Gay people and straight people. Young and old. It was a club where you could get away from the staring eyes of people in the city and just be yourself. There were 52 members in total and all shared the same views of the club. About 2 months ago, a new guy applied to join the club. Dave and his wife just moved to Katoomba, from Brisbane for a tree change. He went through the usual initiation and majority of the club members accepted him because he'd heard about the club and it's rules from a previous member who could vouch for him. There was a strict policy that had to be adhered to if you were to become a member: 'What happens while bushwalking, stays in the bush.' Dave and his wife pursued different interests. She liked reading, going out for coffee and a movie with her friends, or dancing the night away at the local night club. She didn't like the bush because she was scared of spiders and snakes, but wasn't surprised when Dave told her he wanted to join the group. He had been a member of a few different clubs while they were living in Brisbane, so she didn't expect him to change just because they had moved to a different location. There was an outing scheduled for late October when the weather was just warming back up again and Dave and Claire both put their names down. They had gotten to know each other quite well over the past 2 months at some of the outings and enjoyed each other's company. They were quite similar in some ways. Although Claire had never been married she'd had quite a few boyfriends over the years and could tell some juicy tales over their campfire sessions with the other people in the club. Dave and Claire had gotten quite close on more than one occasion after a few drinks by the fire and Claire secretly developed a bit of a crush on Dave, even though she knew he was married. Dave considered himself an honest man who would never cheat on his wife, but noticed a stirring in his pants a few times while he was talking to Claire. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on that attracted him to her. She had long brown hair that reached down past her waist. Her eyes were the darkest colour of brown he'd ever seen and there were a few times when he wanted to reach out and pinch her on the bum when she'd been walking in front of him, that's for sure. Dave was at home packing all his gear for the camping trip when his wife Wendy came into the room. "I'm going to miss you this weekend." She complained. "You'll be fine. I thought you were going out with one of your girlfriends for a night on the town?" "Yeah, I am. We're going to a place called 'The Shack'. It's supposed to be an old hippy themed place. It should be good." She smiled. Dave picked up his sleeping bag and tent and tied them to the sides of his pack. He checked that he had enough clothes and turned around to see Wendy heading down the stairs to their living room. He followed her down, kissed her good bye and left the house. » Claire was pulling her hiking boots on when her phone rang. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey Claire. It's Jenny. Are you up to anything this weekend? Cause if not, I thought we could go over to Barneys and have a few drinks tonight?" "Oh, sorry. I'm just heading out the door now. I'm going on a camping trip this weekend." "Again? Didn't you just go bushwalking last weekend?" "Yeah, I did, but this time it's an overnight trip." "Why are you so interested in bushwalking Claire? You never come out with us any more. What's going on?" "I dunno. It's nice to camp out underneath the stars. It's so peaceful." "Don't give me that crap. There's a guy there isn't there?" "Maybe." "I knew it! Why else would you submit yourself to muddy camp outs with all those insects flying around if there wasn't a guy involved? What's his name?" "I can't tell you. What happens in the bush, stays in the bush Jenny. You know that." "Whatever." She laughed. "Have a good time. I'll see you when you get back?" "Definitely. Talk to you then." Claire hung up the phone and walked over to her bedside table. She picked up a lacy red bra and matching g-string. She thought about putting them into her bag but decided against it. What good would they do out in the bush when no-one would get to see them? She walked over to her walk in robe and pulled out some old clothes to take with her. She wished that she could afford to go out and buy some new clothes to take bushwalking. She knew that it was silly to want to take new clothes into the bush where they'd just get dirty, but now that she had someone to impress, she wished she had something just a bit nicer. She thought for a minute and walked back over to her bedside table. She picked up the bra and knickers she was holding before and stuffed them into her bag. As long as she felt sexy, what did it matter what she wore on the outside? » Claire arrived at the designated spot and unpacked her gear from the car. Dave spotted her and came over to help her with her stuff. "Ready for a long trek? I've heard that this particular track can get a bit difficult." "I'm ready for anything." Claire said, staring into Dave's green eyes. She loved looking into his eyes. She felt like he was staring right through her whenever he looked at her. He pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes and she felt a bit disappointed. Did he realize that she liked him? Or did he still have no idea? She followed him towards the other bushwalkers and they all greeted her and set off. She didn't realize she was the last to arrive, as there were only 6 people standing around waiting for her. "Where is everyone?" she enquired. "This is it. It's just us." Marty said as they were heading away from the parking lot. "I guess everyone must be busy this weekend. Although, I know a lot of them did this trip last year and weren't too keen on it." "Is it really that hard?" Dave asked. "Nah, it's a little harder than the one's you've done previously, but most of the others have just done it before, that's all. I really must find some new places for everyone to go to. I guess they're getting tired of the same old places all the time. I've just been so busy this past year building the new house and all." Claire smiled at the tour leader as he stopped at the gate to let her pass. Chris was leading the group, his partner Charles behind him, then Claire and Dave, with Emily and Cassie following them, and Marty bringing up the rear. Marty was in his late 30's and had been with the group for over 5 years. He especially like it when Emily and Cassie came on the camping trips as they tended to drink a lot around the fire and ended up kissing each other one night. They were just friends though, but enjoyed putting on a show for Marty who was quite an attractive guy. Along the way, there had been a few streams to cross and each time, Dave held out his hand for Claire to hold as she jumped over them. He liked to watch her breasts jump up and down each time she did this, but made sure to keep his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, so she couldn't see where he was looking. He turned around at one stage and noticed Claire checking out his arse as he walked in front of her. After a while, he let her go in front of him and continued walking for some distance. He was so mesmerised with the way her arse moved in those tight pants that he didn't realize that she stopped short and he almost bumped into her. What a close call! If he had kept going she would have felt his erection for sure. "What's wrong?" He asked her. "Oh, nothing. It's fine. You go ahead." She stammered. "Are you sure? Why did you stop?" "It's embarrassing. Don't worry about it. Please, you go ahead." The rest of the group had continued on up the track and it was just them who were left behind. "No, come on. Please tell me." "I can't Dave. You wouldn't understand." He lifted his sunglasses and looked into her eyes. "Try me." That was it. She was enraptured. As she looked into his eyes, her body started to shake slightly. "Are you OK? Please tell me what's wrong." "Umm..." Claire bit down on her bottom lip and a soft moan escaped her lips. She had been lost in her own little fantasy about Dave when she felt the silent orgasm coming on. The g-string that she had been wearing had ridden up between the lips of her pussy and was rubbing against her clit with each step that she took. That's why she had to stop short. She continued looking into Dave's eyes as she imagined his tongue running along the lips of her wet pussy. "Ohhhh!" she cried out as she felt the muscles of her pussy spasm. Dave looked at her and reached out to put his arm around her slender waist. She looked like she would fall over if he wasn't supporting most of her weight. "Did you just do what I think you did?" Dave asked. Claire went a bright shade of red. "That depends on what you think I just did." She replied in riddles. "Did you just ... have an orgasm?" "Ummm, well.. not.. well.. kinda yes." Dave felt his penis stand to attention. He had never witnessed anyone having an orgasm without him touching them while they were doing it. "How did you manage that?" he asked looking down at her hands. She hadn't been touching herself. He would have noticed that. "I umm... my knickers were rubbing against me and... I don't know, it just happened." She turned her head away embarrassed. She couldn't believe that she had just told him the truth. Why didn't she come up with a lie? Dave grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. She looked into his eyes and melted again. Why did he have to be so damn sexy? Dave pulled her closer to him and bent his head down to her level. He lightly brushed his lips against hers. Her lips were so soft. He couldn't help himself and he brushed against them again. How could one person turn him on so much without even realizing it? Claire could smell the light scent of coffee on his breath, as his face was so close to hers. The rough stubble on his face brushed against her cheek. He was going to make her come again if he kept this up. She closed her eyes, stood on her toes and reached up towards his lips to get a better taste of him. Suddenly he pulled back and let go of her. Claire almost toppled over as he pulled away. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm married. What am I doing?" he asked himself as he started off to catch up to the group again. Claire followed at a safe distance behind him. » They had walked for about 3 hours before they found a good spot to set up camp for the night. Claire had her tent set up within minutes as she had plenty of practice over the years. It was a small 2 man tent that she found easy to carry on her pack. She had quickly changed into a skirt that she brought with her and she stepped out of her tent. She glanced over at Dave and noticed him struggling to get his tent poles to stay together. She wandered over to him. "Need some help?" "No thanks. I can manage." "Listen, Dave, about before..." "Don't worry about it. Nothing happened." Claire looked at him strangely. "Why would you say that?" "What happens in the bush stays in the bush remember?" he turned his back on her and concentrated on getting his tent poles to stay upright. Claire turned and walked over to the picnic tables that were situated a little way from the clearing they had set up their tents in. She jumped up onto the table and sprawled out on the top of it. She still couldn't believe that she had an orgasm right in front of Dave. She'd never felt so embarrassed in her life. She was still laying there thinking about it when she heard a movement in the bushes to her left. She sat up and looked in the direction she thought she heard the noise. Dave had gone for a wander to find a place to pee when he came back and saw Claire laying on top of the table. He stood there for a moment watching as her breasts heaved up and down with every breath she took. He could see right down her top from this angle. He felt his hard on grow again when he thought about what had happened on their walk here. He imagined the two of them alone out here and his mind ran wild with thoughts of fucking her right there on the picnic table. He tried to think of something else so he wouldn't have to step out of the bushes with his pants sticking out like the poles of his tent. He moved around to the other side of the table and saw Claire sit up. Was she looking directly at him? He was sure that she spotted him and decided to step out of the bushes. When she saw that it was Dave walking out from the bushes, Claire relaxed a little. "Hey." She said. "Hey." He replied. "Listen. I'm sorry that I didn't want to talk about what happened before. I guess, I just didn't know what to say. I've never been in this situation before and I didn't know how to handle it." "What? And you think that I have orgasms in front of strange men often? Come on. We're both adults. We should be able to talk about this." Dave smiled and sat down next to her on the table. "OK then... if your pants were rubbing against you as you claimed them to be... why did it take you so long to actually orgasm after you stopped walking?" Claire wasn't ready for this kind of question and struggled to find an answer to it. "I guess, if I'm going to be honest with you, I should probably tell you that I was fantasizing about you and when you looked at me with your sexy eyes, that just pushed me over the edge." She had never spoken her mind like that to anyone. What was she thinking? "Yeah right." Dave said thinking about what she just said. "So, do you fantasize about me often then?" he asked, giving her a little nudge with his shoulder. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she joked. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't." He looked down and realized that the whole time he had been talking to Claire his erection hadn't gone down. How could he feel this way about another woman when he knew his wife was at home waiting for him? "That all depends on whether you think about me too." Claire probed. "Of course I do. How could I not? I thought you were sexy from the very first time I saw you." He guessed there was nothing wrong with telling Claire how he felt. It's not like he was going to do anything about it. He loved his wife very much and would never do anything to hurt her. "Really? I thought the same thing when I saw you." She looked at his facial hair and remembered it brushing up against her no more than a couple of hours ago. He had his sunglasses on again, so she couldn't see where his eyes were. "Well, then... what do we do about it then?" Dave asked as he layed back on the picnic table. He noticed a small red patch underneath Claire's shirt and when she leaned forward a touch, he realized that it was her g-sting sticking out the top of her pants. He felt more blood rush down towards his penis and couldn't believe how hard she made him. "What do you want to do about it?" Claire asked. "Well, what I want to do, is take you here and now on this picnic table! That's what I want to do." He confessed. She turned around to face him and saw his erection straining against his jeans. She removed her hand from the top of the table and lifted his shirt up slightly, and saw his snail trail pointing down towards his hard dick. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the minute. "Claire, you know that I can't do anything, don't you?" he said seriously. "Because you're married." She said. "Yes, because I'm married." She turned around further to look at his face. "What happened to what happens in the bush, stays in the bush?" "I can't Claire. I want to... Fuck me, I want to! But I can't. I'm sorry." He turned his head from her and looked out into the bushes. He felt so indiscreet right now and he loved feeling like this whenever Claire was around. She did something to him that he couldn't make himself act upon. There was no way he was going to cheat on his wife for a good fuck. Not in a million years. Right now his dick was telling him otherwise, but he just couldn't do that to her. Claire decided to test him and started running her nails up and down his leg. He let out a low groan and turned to look at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at his erection still straining to be set free. She ran her fingernail up his leg and over his crotch. He caught her hand with his. "Claire, I can't." He sat up and jumped off the table. He started walking away from her towards the group of people still setting up, but something made him look back. He turned his head around to see if she was OK. Claire was sitting there on top of the table, leaning backwards on her hands. Her legs were spread wide open and he caught a glimpse of her red g-string again. Damn it he thought and stopped in his tracks. Should he go back or keep walking? No, he was married, he thought to himself. He turned back around, towards his original destination and decided to keep his distance from her, from now on. » They were all sitting around the campfire, eating their dinner, when Claire looked across at Dave. He was staring straight at her. She picked up her vodka and took a sip. This was her 4th one tonight. She wondered how many beers Dave had had. Looking at the empty bottles lying around his feet, she counted 7, plus the one in his hand. She put her drink back on the ground and continued eating her chicken. Dave looked over the top of the fire at Claire. He had chosen to sit as far away from her as possible, to avoid talking about his feelings for her again. The trouble was, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her smooth legs glowed in the light of the fire and every now and then he would get a glimpse of that little red g-string when she crossed, or uncrossed, her legs. Damn her. She must have known that she was turning him on. "Night guys." Chris called out. He was holding hands with Charles. "We're turning in for the night." "Night." Everyone echoed. "Before you go, we're going to be getting up early tomorrow for a quick swim in the lake before packing up and heading to the next location." Marty informed everyone. Marty, Emily and Cassie returned to their conversation. Claire was now sitting by herself. She looked over at Dave who had discarded his dinner plate long ago and saw that he was still staring at her. She watched him take a sip of his beer and then stand up. He was walking over to her. She didn't know what to say to him anymore. Yes, she wanted to sleep with him, but she knew that he wouldn't do anything with her because he was married. She understood that, but the way that he kept looking at her told her that there was still something else there. What was she supposed to do? He sat down on the log beside her. "Enjoying your night?" he asked. "Yes. I am. You?" "It's getting better." He raised his beer. "I see. Well, in that case -- Cheers." She scooped her drink up and clinked the edge of the bottle against his. They both took a swig. Dave moved a little closer towards her. His leg was now touching hers. He must have been sitting closer to the fire than she was, as she felt the heat radiating from his jeans. Bushwalking "About what happened on the picnic table..." "It's OK. You made yourself clear. You don't want to do anything with me. I totally understand." "It's not that." He looked at her and saw a strand of her hair in her eyes. He lifted up his hand and brushed it to the side, tucking it behind her ear. "I do want to fuck you." He said bluntly. "I do. Ever since your little orgasm on the track back there, my cock hasn't gone down. It's so fucking hard right now and I don't know what to do about it." Claire looked at the crotch of his jeans and saw the material straining with the pressure beneath. She looked over the fire at Marty and the girls and noticed that they were still deep in conversation. They weren't paying attention to them at all. "Do you want to join me in my tent?" Claire asked. "I do, but I can't." "Because you're married. I get it. We're back to this again are we?" She looked at Dave and saw the sad look in his eyes. "So, what happens now then? Where do we go from here?" "I don't know." He looked up at her and stared into her eyes. "Right." She said. He had the sexiest eyes she had ever seen. She wished he would stop looking at her like that if he wasn't going to sleep with her. It was driving her crazy. She felt her knickers getting damper by the second. "I want to know what you taste like. Would that be cheating?" "I think it would be." "Yeah, you're probably right." He looked down into his lap and saw the bulge beckoning him on. "Are you sure? What about just a little taste?" "Well, it's not the same as sex... but I'm pretty sure it's cheating." She wanted him so badly right now. She didn't care if he cheated on his wife. She couldn't give a flying fuck. She just wanted his cock inside her. "But if you want to know...." She looked over at Marty again. He was still absorbed in his conversation. She put her hand up her skirt and hooked her finger underneath her g-string. She scooped up some of her pussy juices with her finger and pulled her hand back out again. She slowly raised her finger towards Dave's mouth. "Go ahead." He looked at her. "God you're turning me on right now." He looked down at the wet finger in front of him and bent his head down. He shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't resist the temptation. He took Claire's finger into his mouth and sucked gently until she pulled it away. "Fuck me. You taste damn good. I want more." He looked into her eyes again. "I'm going into my tent now. You're welcome to join me if you like." She stood up and walked away from him. She waved to the others and headed off into the dark. Dave was left sitting there by himself. What was he doing? He couldn't. Could he? No. It must be all the beer that he drank. It was going to his head. He looked down towards the ground and something caught his attention. It was his wedding ring. Shining in the light of the fire. He thought about Wendy. He couldn't do this to her. It was wrong. Very wrong. He looked up and saw a light coming from Claire's tent. He looked across and saw his only a few metres away. He stood up and said good night to Marty, Cassie and Emily. He started walking towards the two tents. Which should he go to? Claire's? Or his own? Claire was getting undressed when she heard someone walking over the gravel in front of her tent. She waited, sitting there in her bra and knickers. She heard a zipper and started to smile. Then she realized that the flap of her tent wasn't opening and that the zipper on the tent next to hers was closing. Dave had gone into his own tent. He wasn't following her after all. He had made the decision to sleep on his own tonight and he wouldn't be cheating on his wife after all. She felt angry and sad at the same time. She had put herself out there by letting Dave taste her and he had rejected her. What an arsehole! She felt abandoned... and still horny. She decided that she didn't need a man to get off and slid her fingers underneath her g-string. Dave slipped underneath his sleeping bag, not bothering to even take his clothes off. He laid there and waited for sleep to come. What a night it had been. He could still taste Claire on his tongue. He had come so close to following her and he still had an erection. He wouldn't be able to go to sleep with a hard dick, so he tried to think about something else to make it go down. He could hear Marty and the girls softly chatting away at the fire and decided to concentrate on their voices. If he strained to hear them, he could just understand what they were talking about. Blowjobs. Great. That's not going to help his cause at all. Then he heard another noise coming from the other direction. He laid perfectly still so he could hear what it was. A couple of seconds later, he heard it again. It sounded like someone softly moaning. He was hoping it was Chris and Charles. That would help him get rid of his erection. He didn't like thinking about gay men. He thought about where they had pitched their tent and realized that it was coming from the wrong direction. He heard it again and knew that it was coming from Claire's tent. Claire inserted one of her fingers into her wet pussy. She wiggled it around and considered her options. She could either, use her hands and have a long, deep orgasm or she could get out her vibrator and have a relatively quick one. She flicked her clit with her finger for a while longer and decided that she couldn't wait any more. She reached over into her bag and retrieved her vibrator. She never went camping without it and knew exactly how far away from the other tents she needed to be without anyone hearing it. She removed her knickers and switched it on. Dave had almost gotten his erection to go down for the night when he heard a faint buzzing noise. Was that was he thought it was? Could Claire really be masturbating just 5 metres away from him? His penis shot up again. Damn it! He unzipped his tent enough to stick his head out and looked in the direction of Claire's tent. She still had her light on. He could just make out the shadow of her legs sticking up out of her sleeping bag. She moved them every so often and he could hear the noise of her vibrator get louder, then sounding muffled for a while, then it got louder again. She was inserting it inside herself. He heard another soft moan and decided that she shouldn't be having all the fun. He undid his jeans and reached down for his hard cock. He grabbed it in his right hand and started pumping it up and down quickly. Claire moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy in a slow motion. She hadn't been this horny for months, why wasn't she coming by now? She decided to change positions. She sat up and turned over. She was on all fours now with one hand reaching behind her to control the vibrator. This was better. She could get a better angle this way and could push it deeper inside her. She felt it hitting her g-spot and the special clit tickler was right on the mark. She increased her speed and felt her pussy spasm. She was almost there. She thrust it just a little harder and came with soft cry. Dave could not believe the scene in front of his eyes. He could see Claire's shadow on the wall of her tent very clearly now. She was bent over on all fours thrusting the vibrator in and out of her pussy. He was so turned on right now. He pumped his hand harder and faster and came with a gush. Oh, that felt good. He looked down and saw the mess that he'd just made and started searching for some tissues. » "Wakey, Wakey. Time to get up guys. Breakfast is ready." Dave heard Marty's voice loud and clear through the thin walls of the tent. "Righto." He replied. He opened his eyes and sat up. He had no shirt on and his jeans were still unzipped. He remembered last night how he had used his shirt to clean up the mess that he made. He did his pants up and got out of the sleeping bag. His head throbbed. Great. A hangover. Just what he needed. He got out of the tent and started walking over to the clearing. He could smell bacon and eggs. At least they provided good food on this trip. Claire got dressed and exited her tent. She walked over to the fire and grabbed a plate. She pointed at the eggs and held up two fingers. "I'll have two eggs please. And a bit of that bacon too. Thanks Marty." "Not a problem. And for you?" Dave was next in line. "I'll have the same thanks." Dave looked over at Claire. She was wearing a bikini top, see-through white shirt, a pair of shorts and had a towel draped over her shoulder. He had forgot about the swimming trip. He'd have to go back to his tent and change. At least he'll get to see what's underneath her clothes, he thought. "Enjoy your night last night?" he asked her with a cheeky grin. "Uh-huh. It was fine thanks." She took her plate and walked over to one of the chairs that had been left out from last night and sat down to eat her breakfast. She looked back at Dave and saw his back muscles flex as he reached for his food. When he turned around, she saw that he had a large tuft of hair on his chest that lead down to the cute little snail trail she saw yesterday. She was making herself flustered again so decided to concentrate on eating her food. Dave watched her go and noticed that she was sitting away from all of the other seats at the clearing. She must be pissed off at him for not joining her last night. He received his meal and headed over to the log to eat. » They all set off towards the swimming hole together. Claire was walking at the back of the group thinking about what happened last night. Why did men always treat her like a piece of meat? She should do the same to them one day and see how they like it. The next time Dave said he wanted her, she should just jump on him make him have sex with her. That would teach him for wanting a taste of her and not following through. She looked up and saw the water a few metres ahead. She found a spot to lay her towel out and took her shirt and shorts off. She walked down to the water's edge and stopped. It was freezing. Her nipples went hard and she got goosebumps all over her body. Dave watched at Claire took her clothes off and walked down to the water. She had the best legs he'd ever seen. They were long and tanned with not a mark on them. Her calf muscles stood out as she walked and she had a flat stomach. She must go to the gym or something because her top half was just as toned as her legs. He watched her stop at the edge of the water as he slipped his shirt over his head. He wandered down to where she was standing and just before he got to her, he started running. He wrapped his arms around her waist and took her with him as he splashed into the water. "Fuck it's cold!" he yelled, shocked about the temperature of the water. "Arrrggghhh." Cried Claire turning around to slap Dave's upper arm. "What the hell did you do that for?" She screamed. She looked at the others who had just come down to the water's edge. Cassie dipped her toe in the water and cried out. "Ooooh. I'm not going in there. It's freezing!" she turned around and headed back to her towel. The others followed her lead. "I think we'll leave this swim to you guys." Marty said to the couple in the water and turned around to follow Cassie and the others. "See you back at the camp." "I can't believe you did that!" Claire accused Dave. "Ah, lighten up. I was just having a bit of fun." "I'm freezing my tits off." "Come here. I'll warm you up." He waded over towards her and wrapped his arms around her again. Claire melted into his body as she felt his muscly arms around her waist. She turned to face him and looked into his eyes. There they were again. There was no escaping their charm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her head against his chest. He felt so warm. Dave could feel Claire's hard nipples pressing against his chest. Her long legs were wrapped tightly around him and he felt his hard on from the night before returning. It felt wonderful to have a good looking woman pressed up against him, even if it wasn't his wife. He ran his fingers over her back and felt the goosebumps all over her skin. Her hair was in a wet clump, cascading down her back and he ran his fingers through it, trying to untangle it. Claire felt Dave's penis stiffen against her leg and smiled. She stroked the muscles on his back and gasped when she felt his hands grab her arse. He shifted her weight so she was sitting higher up on his stomach and she presumed that he didn't want her to feel his erection. She raised her head and look at his face. He was smiling. Maybe there was a chance for them to get together after all. She lent over and put her lips on top of his. He pulled away. "I'm sorry Claire, this is wrong." He lifted her off him and started heading back towards the shore. Claire felt rejected again. How could he keep leading her on like this and then pull away. Didn't he realize what he was doing to her? She followed him out of the water, picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself and reached for her clothes. She didn't even bother drying herself and started walking back to the camp to pack away all her gear. The others must be almost ready to leave by now. She didn't want them to have to wait for her. "Claire, wait." Dave called out after her. She didn't stop. » The group found a quiet little clearing surrounded by large boulders to set up their new camp for the night. This was to be their last night in the bush before the long trek back to the car park the following morning. Claire had spent most of the day talking to Chris and Charles while Dave had walked alongside Marty, Cassie and Emily. "What's going on between you and Claire?" Marty asked while they were searching for firewood for the night to come. How was he supposed to answer that? "Nothing. We're just friends. I'm married." He held up his wedding ring as if to confirm this truth for his new friend. "So? Don't you know our motto? What happens while bushwalking stays in the bush?" he winked at him. "Yeah, I know, but I'm not sure it would be the right thing to do." He looked down at Marty's hand to see if he was also wearing a ring. He was. "What about you and the girls? What's the situation there?" "They're out to impress me most of the time. When the weather's a bit warmer the group usually heads over to Wentworth Falls for a weekend and that's when they get drunk and get their tits out. You should come to that one. It's a blast! Sometimes they even go skinny dipping and that's when it gets interesting." he picked up some small sticks and added them to their growing pile. "Yeah, sounds good. Let me know when it's on." Dave thought about what he'd just agreed to. Could he really cope with naked women if he couldn't even handle Claire? "I'm going to take this lot over to the campsite." He picked up the pile of wood and started walking. "I'll see you back there." He walked for about 5 minutes and stopped before he got to the clearing. Claire was laying on a towel on top of one of the large boulders. If he was sitting at the campsite he wouldn't have been able to see her, as she was hidden by the larger boulders at the front, but because he had come from behind, he had a pretty good view of her body. He squinted into the sun to get a better look at her. It looked like she had nothing on and her whole body was shiny like she'd just applied oil all over herself. He could see her left breast sticking up above her arm and realized that she was sunbaking in the nude. He didn't want to give her a fright so he kept walking to the clearing to drop off his pile of wood. Claire was enjoying the sun's rays as she listened to her Ipod on top of one of the large boulders. She couldn't believe her luck when she found this secluded spot and wanted to take advantage of the sun before it set. She was thinking about Dave again. So much for jumping on him the next time he showed her some attention. This was ridiculous. She was going to have to confront him and tell him that if he didn't want her, he needed to stop telling her that he did. That's it. She was done with him. She felt something tickling her toes. What was that? She opened her eyes and looked down at her feet where she saw Dave holding a leaf and running it along the tips of her toes. "Oh my God! What are you doing up here?" she removed her headphones from her ears. "Just thought I'd come and pay you a visit." Dave smiled and watched as Claire hurriedly reached for her dress. "Don't! Please? You look so beautiful laying there with nothing on. I don't want to spoil that." He ran his finger up and down one of her legs and felt the oil transfer over to his skin. The bulge in his jeans was fighting to be released as he watched her nipples quickly stand to attention. "Dave, listen." She grabbed her dress and held it against her body trying to shield herself from his eyes. "I can't take this any more. One minute you're making advances towards me, and the next minute you're pushing me away. I need you to make up your mind. Do you want to be with me or not? Cause if you don't, you need to stop acting like you do." "I don't know what I want Claire. Well, I know what I want, but ... I can't. It just wouldn't be right." "OK then. Well, if you can't, then please stop leading me on. I've had enough." "Fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place." "No, you probably shouldn't have. Now, would you please leave me alone so I can enjoy sunbaking?" "OK. Fine. I'll see you later." Dave climbed down the boulders and walked around the back towards the clearing. He saw another picnic table located in a nook before the end of the wall of rocks. He decided to sit on it and wait for his erection to subside again. It seems he was doing this every 20 minutes. He laid down on top of the table and watched the clouds as they passed over the top of him. Claire decided that an hour in the sun was enough for her skin to brown but not burn, and started putting her clothes back on. She climbed down the rocks with her towel over her shoulder and walked around the back of the large boulders. She heard someone wolf whistle at her. She turned and looked into a little alcove in the rocks and saw Dave sitting on a table. Should she go over to him or just keep walking? He signalled for her to come closer. She relented and went over to him. "What are you doing?" she asked looking around at the private little clearing she was standing in. "Just watching the clouds change shape." He said pointing to the sky. She used to do that when she was a little girl and remembered seeing a chicken in the sky one time. "Why don't you lay down and join me? I won't touch you. I promise." He grinned at her and slid over to make room for her. They both laid on top of the table and looked up at the sky. "That one looks like a person." Dave pointed off to his left. When Claire turned around to look at the cloud Dave noticed a small birthmark on her neck. He traced it with his finger. "I thought you weren't going to touch me?" "Sorry." He pulled his hand away and put it in his pocket. "That's better." She looked over at him and stared at his profile. He now had about 3 days growth on his face and she noticed some little grey hairs coming through. She wondered how old he was. He turned to look at her. She couldn't bear to look into his eyes again and turned back to see if the cloud had kept the formation of a person or whether it had changed into something else. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing. How about you?" "I was thinking how good you smell right now." "It's the coconut oil." "Oh." He turned his face into her hair and breathed in deeply. "See, now that's what I'm talking about Dave." She sat up abruptly. "You can't keep doing that if you won't fuck me." Bushwalking "I can't help it. You're intoxicating!" "Huh." She had never had a compliment like that before. She threw her towel to the ground and jumped on top of Dave. She straddled his chest pinning his arms to his sides. "What are you doing?" Dave couldn't move the top half of his body. "I'm having sex with you Dave. That's what I'm doing." She grabbed onto her dress and raised her arms. It came off quite easily because of all the oil on her body and she flung it to the ground and she was left sitting on top of Dave's chest in nothing but a g-string. She could feel every breath that he took as he inhaled and exhaled. She leaned over and roughly shoved her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him passionately and bit him on the bottom lip. "Ouch. Claire, get off me please." "Make me." She challenged. He tried to raise his arms but the muscles in her legs kept him pinned to the table. He couldn't move. She smiled as she watched him squirm underneath her. She bent over and put one of her nipples just above his mouth. "Suck it." She ordered. "Claire, I can't." "Stop saying you can't and realize that it's not your choice any more." "Don't be silly. Let me up." "No." "Claire. Come on." "I said NO! You're not moving until you suck it!" She stared at him, determined to make him pay. He couldn't keep leading her on and then not give her anything. She was going to take what was hers. "Claire.... Mmmff." He mumbled, as she shoved her breast into his mouth. "Suck it Dave." "Mmmookkay." He relented. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked on it. It tasted like coconut oil, but it smelled divine! She grabbed hold of her other breast and pushed the first one even further into his mouth. She started pinching her nipple with her fingertips. Dave tried to move his arms again but he was definitely pinned down hard. He could feel them going numb with all her weight on him. He was watching her face and noticed that she had her eyes closed and a look of absolute pleasure had come across her face. "Ooohhh... that's good. Keep sucking." She felt Dave's teeth graze across her nipple that was wedged in his mouth and was worried that he might bite her, so she quickly removed her breast from his mouth. "What's wrong?" he smiled. "Nothing." She wondered what to do next. If she released his arms he would push her off, but if she kept sitting on him, she wasn't sure how to make him fuck her. She wondered if she could tempt him into sleeping with her. She moved her g-string to the side to give him an inviting view of her pussy. "Still want to taste me?" Dave looked at her moist pussy sitting only inches away from his mouth. He could see a dollop of her juices sitting right at the entrance to her pussy, ready for his tongue to lick up. He knew he shouldn't but he had terrible self control, especially when what he wanted was right in front of his nose and he could smell it's musky fragrance mixed with the scent of the coconut oil. Claire inserted her fingertip in her pussy and swirled it around in a circle. She caught some of her juices, pulled her finger out and ran it lightly over Dave's lips. Fuck it. This was too much for him. He decided that he'd just have a quick taste and then that would be it. He'd tell her that he couldn't go through with anything else. "Definitely." Came the reply. Claire shuffled forward releasing Dave's arms from her hold and shifted her body up towards his waiting mouth. She pulled her g-string even further aside to give him as much access as she possibly could and sat on his face. Dave shoved his tongue into her pussy with gusto, grabbing hold of her arse cheeks and pulling them apart. He pushed his tongue right up inside her and felt her pussy juices running down the side of his face. She tasted so good. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't bring himself to stop licking her. He thought about the club motto of what happens in the bush stays in the bush and was sure no-one would find out if he kept going. He looked up at Claire and noticed the sheer look of pleasure on her face as she let out a moan. She tasted different than his wife did. She was sweeter. Her pussy was tighter and the folds of her lips didn't stick out as much. He took her clit in his mouth and noticed that it was about twice the size of his wife's. He sucked on her clit and ran his tongue over the tip of it until Claire let out a cry. She was thrusting her hips in time with the flicking of his tongue. Her pussy juices were smeared all over his face and he was amazed that he couldn't get enough of her. "I'm coming!" Claire screamed as she thrust her hips and pushed down hard towards Dave's face. She had her pussy jammed against Dave's lips and she loved feeling in control of the situation for once. She felt her pussy twitching as her orgasm subsided and she looked down between her legs. Dave was laying there with her juices all over his face and smiling up at her. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. "Very much. Take your shirt off." "What?" "Take your shirt off." "Look Claire, I'm glad you got what you wanted, but I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm married." He grabbed Claire's arse and pushed her off him so he could sit up. Claire put her hands on Dave's chest and shoved him hard, back onto the table. "I said take your shirt off." She stared at him. "Claire..." "Now!" She leaned over and grabbed hold of his shirt with both of her hands and pulled them apart with all of her force. She ripped his shirt down the middle. "What the fuck?" Dave looked at his torn shirt in her hands and couldn't believe what she'd just done. "What the fuck?" he repeated. "Ooohhh, I like a man with hair on his chest." Clarie ran her fingers through Dave's chest hair, grabbed a handful with her left hand and pulled it hard. "Ouch!" "Shut up and take your jeans off. Or do you want me to rip them off too?" "Holy fuck Claire." He looked up at her and noticed a sparkle in her eyes that wasn't there a moment ago. "What the fuck are you doing?" "I'm having sex with you Dave. I already told you that." She reached over with her right hand, unzipped his jeans and unfastened the button all while still clutching the handful of his chest hair in her fist. "Claire, don't." She had a good hold of his chest hair and every time either one of them moved, she would pull on it which caused him to cry out in pain. "If you did as you were told in the first place, maybe you'd be enjoying yourself by now instead of screaming out in pain." She grabbed a fist full of his pubic hair with her right hand and released his chest hair. "You wouldn't want to go home to your wife with a chunk of your pubes missing now would you?" she teased. "Please don't." Dave winced. She wouldn't. Would she? "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't rip my pubes out. Please?" "That's better." She managed to slide his jeans down over his hips one handed, and in the process noticed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Do you always walk around with no underwear?" Dave wasn't in the position not to answer. "Only when I'm really horny. I like it when my jeans brush against my dick." He looked down and saw that Claire's grip hadn't loosened on his pubic hair. He watched as she bent over and took his dick in her mouth. Oh, why did cheating have to feel so good? He felt his cock grow harder as she wrapped her left hand around the base of it. She coated his dick in her saliva as she moved her head up and down taking his dick deep down into her throat. She started pumping her hand up and down in time with her head and within seconds Dave's dick was as hard as a rock. "Mmmm." Claire could taste the salty pre-come as she explored the tip of Dave's dick with her tongue. She would bring him to the edge and then stop. He would have to beg her to make him come. That would teach him to lead her on like he did. She pumped her hand up and down while she licked the entire length of his dick. She took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it gently. "If I let go of your hair will you do as you're told now? Or do I still have to keep you in line?" "You can let go now. I'll be good. I promise." Dave arched his back and closed his eyes. Her fingers released his pubic hair and she trailed them down to his balls cupping them gently. He felt her mouth return to his dick and moaned as he felt it slide back down her throat. He thought of his wife and how she didn't give very good head compared to Claire. Wendy didn't like going down on him much but would do so just to please him. She'd just take the tip of his cock into her mouth and move her head up and down. He stopped thinking about his wife as soon as he felt Claire sucking hard on his cock like it was an ice-block melting quickly in the sun. She sucked hard moving her mouth up and down and then swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock just as it was about to slip out of her mouth. Then she would take it back in again and suck hard all over again, moving her hands up and down rhythmically. Just as he was about to come she stopped and pinched his dick between her finger and thumb right at the base to stop the come from coming out. "Oh no you don't!" she had a firm grip on him and there was no way she would let him come that easily. She watched as he struggled to release the orgasm that had built up inside of him. "Try to lay still and the feeling will go away. Trust me." He looked up at her with his eyes wide open. "Let go. Let go!" he pleaded. "No. You're not coming yet. Lay still." She pinched his penis between her fingers even harder. She was determined to fuck him no matter what. "Are you serious?" he asked. He could feel himself ready to explode, but she wouldn't let him. He tried to lay still and to his amazement, the feeling subsided slightly. He continued to lay as still as he possibly could and the intense feeling slowly drifted away. He didn't know that you could stop yourself from coming like that. He'd never tried to stop himself from coming before and was surprised that Claire knew exactly where to put her fingers to make it stop. The feeling went away and he looked at her. Her hair was hanging over one of her eyes and she was staring at him through it. "How do you feel now?" she asked, looking into his gorgeous eyes. "How did you do that?" "Stop you from coming?" "Yeah." "I'm not giving away my secrets that easily." She bent over and took his dick into her mouth again, running her tongue along its length. "Do you like that?" "Oh yeah." He felt her tongue run from the base of his cock to the tip and back down again. He'd never had a head job this good before. "Don't stop." He watched her as she bobbed her head up and down taking in the whole length of his cock. He grabbed her head and pushed her down lower so he was deep in her throat. "Hey!" she shouted after pushing his hand away and coming up for air. "I'm in charge here remember? Not you!" she slid her g-string over her butt and down her legs and threw them onto the ground beside her dress and towel. Claire straddled Dave's legs and grabbed his dick in her hand. She guided it towards her pussy and sat down on his hips. She placed his dick on her opening and drove her hips downward so he slid slowly inside her. "Ohhhh." "Oh Fuck that feels good!" Dave grabbed her arse and thrust his hips forward so he could get his dick in as deep as he possibly could. He felt the tip of it hit the back of her pussy and he strained to get the whole lot of it inside her. "That's deep." Claire felt Dave's dick fill her up and her opening stretched wide to accommodate him. He had a very large dick and it felt good to have it inside her. She hadn't been with a man for a few months now and had gotten used to her little vibrator, so to have a large cock inside her felt absolutely marvellous! She flexed her toes and tucked them underneath her so she could push off the table as she moved her hips up and down slowly. Dave still had hold of her arse cheeks and spread them wide stretching the lips of her pussy open even wider so he could push himself deep inside of her. Claire lifted both her legs up and squatted over the top of Dave's dick and started bouncing up and down on her toes. She spread her knees wide and leaned backwards putting her hands on his thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of her. She placed one of her fingers on the tip of her clit and started stroking it slowly while working her legs hard to stay in position. She was glad that she'd spent so much time in the gym working on toning her legs because if she tried this a few months ago she wouldn't have been able to have stayed in this position for very long. She pinched her clit between her finger and thumb and began pulling on it softly. She felt the sun's rays on her pussy as she felt her orgasm rising from between her legs. "That looks so hot." Dave watched as Claire started rubbing her fingertips over the top of her clit. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her pussy and he watched as Claire's face slowly tensed up as she had an orgasm. He could feel the pressure on his dick grow more intense as he felt the need to come once more. He reached up and grabbed the back of Claire's neck and pulled her down towards his face. He kissed her hard on the lips as he felt himself sink deeper inside her pussy. "You're not thinking of coming yet are you?" Claire asked withdrawing his dick from her. "What are you doing? Put it back in." he pleaded. "Not yet." She turned around and got down on all fours straddling his face with her legs once more and took his dick inside her mouth again. "Mmmmm.. you taste like me." She licked him up and down tasting her own come on his cock and started sucking on him again. "Oh Fuck!" Dave reached up and grabbed her arse with his hands, pulling her closer to his mouth. He stuck his tongue inside the folds of her pussy and licked her from front to back. She was so wet. He softly ran the tip of his tongue around her arse and watched as it puckered up as Claire involuntarily contracted her muscles. He wanted to fuck her in the arse. "I want to fuck you doggy style." She stopped sucking on his cock and turned around too look at him. Doggy style was her favourite position. "OK." She climbed off him, let him up and turned around to face the rock wall that was surrounding their little hiding place. She backed up so that her knees were close to the edge of the table top and she pointed her arse out towards Dave. "Come closer." He pulled her closer to the edge and bent down. He licked her pussy from behind and started playing with her clit from underneath. He watched as her arse contracted and relaxed as his finger slid over her most sensitive part softly. He ran his tongue over her arse again and she pushed back towards him. She obviously liked it when he did that. He slid one of his fingers into her pussy and started playing with her arse with his thumb. It was wet from his tongue. He noticed that she kept pushing her hips back towards him in response so he thought he might see how far she would go. He slowly pushed his thumb into her arse. "Oh God!" she could feel one of Dave's fingers inside her pussy and his thumb slowly but surely sliding up her arse. She pushed her hips back more to coax him further inside. He was turning her on so much. How did he know exactly what excited her? "Open your legs wider." Dave stood back up and spread Claire's knees as far as they would go without making her fall off the picnic table. Her arse was now in line with his dick. He grabbed his dick and slipped it into her pussy. He inserted the tip of his index finger up her arse and slowly pushed it in until he could wiggle it around and loosen it up a bit. "Oh yeah! That feels good." Claire felt Dave's dick hitting her g-spot with each thrust and his finger wiggling in her arse. "Don't stop." "Fuck this looks good." Dave watched his dick sliding in and out of her pussy as his finger slid in and out of her arse. She was so wet and her juices were coating his whole dick so it glistened in the sunlight. He removed both his dick and his finger and deciding that this was his chance. He grabbed her arse cheeks, spread them wide and shoved his dick up her arse. "Ahhhh..." Claire felt her arse being stretched wide open as it was filled with Dave's big cock. "Holy Fuck! What are you doing?" She felt like her arse was on fire. She'd never had something so big inserted in her arse before and she felt like she was going to split in half. "Just relax." "I can't. It hurts! Take it out." She struggled to turn around but Dave had a hold of her arse tight and she couldn't move. She tried to pull away from him, but her legs were open too wide for her to push her body forward and he kept pulling her back towards him, so she couldn't do anything but kneel there and take it. "Relax, Claire. Trust me. I'll go gently, but just try to relax a bit and you'll enjoy it more." He had the head of his cock inside her arse and he could feel her contracting firmly around him. He pushed his dick in a little further and pulled it out gently before pushing it further inside her. "Ouch, Dave, it hurts. Please stop." She could feel him sliding in and out of her arse and each time he pushed further inside her, it felt like she was bearing down to go to the toilet. And then it happened. He pushed himself all the way inside her and the uncomfortable feeling was gone! She actually liked the feeling of having his cock inside her arse! She couldn't believe it. He started to withdraw his dick slowly. "Wait. Keep going." "Keep going?" Dave couldn't believe what he'd just heard her say. "Yes, keep going. It's starting to feel really good." "Are you sure? It's not hurting any more?" he slowly pushed his cock back inside her again. "Ohhhh. Yeah, that feels good. It doesn't hurt at all now. Please, don't stop." She could feel him all the way inside her and she pushed her arse out towards him even further. She could feel an orgasm rising up through her body. "Fuck me harder." "If you say so." He withdrew his dick until it the head was almost out and then shoved it back into her arse. She was so tight! He was close to the edge now and he guessed that she was too. He kept thrusting his cock in and out of her arse while he spread her arse cheeks wide. "Oh fuck! Oh yeah! I'm going to come!" Claire could feel Dave's balls slapping against her clit each time he thrust in and out of her arse. "Oh yes!" "Ohhhhh." Dave moaned as he felt his come travel the full length of his cock and shoot out into Claire's arse. "Holy Fuck!" he couldn't remember the last time he had sex this good. He looked around and noticed the little clearing they were fucking in. The sun was still shining, the air was fresh, he had a hot naked woman kneeling before him and he felt invigorated! » That night, as everyone was gathered around the campsite, Dave sat next to Claire and watched the light from the fire bounce around her face. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever been with and he liked how straightforward she was towards him. As the fire burnt down, Claire took his hand and led him toward her tent for round two of their sex romp. He decided, now that he'd already cheated on his wife once, there wouldn't be any more harm done if he did it again and he'd continue having sex with Claire even though he had to go back to reality afterwards when he went home to Wendy. He felt bad for cheating but since the sex was so good, he couldn't go back to his normal life without his little camping trips every so now and then. If what happens while bushwalking stays in the bush, then he might have to go more often.