****** A Camping Trip by Skeptisaurus ******
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A Camping Trip


I have a lot of strange memories of the 1980s. Way too much alcohol, too many
bands where the guys dressed as women, too many friends without jobs and too
many cars that were just not cool to be seen driving. That's not to say there
were no good memories in the making. One of the earliest involved a weekend
camping trip that my wife and I shared with another couple.

Laura was a friend we both knew from our early days in high school. She was no
supermodel but had great eyes, long curly blond hair, and a wild attitude that
made her a fun person to hang out with. Though she didn't introduce my wife and
I, Laura was partially responsible for the two of us getting together after my
breakup with the girlfriend from hell. Her current boyfriend was not a bad guy,
though a little older than the three of us with a son and an ex-wife in his
life. A quiet guy who didn't last too long as Laura's love interest. I honestly
can't remember his name at all.

My wife was and still is one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. A
wonderful smile, bright green eyes and a mind that just won't quit were just a
few of the reasons I was attracted to Ann. I still feel I'm a lucky guy in that
she put up with all of my bullshit over the years we've been together.

We all planned one summer to go on a weekend camping trip. We took off after
work that Friday, driving in separate cars for about an hour to a place not
very far outside the suburbs. Warm country air and the smell of trees and
green, growing things had replaced the parking lots and the stink of gasoline.
The only view better than the outdoors was Ann, sitting in the passenger seat,
her blue shorts riding high up her thighs and clinging to her rounded hips in a
way that was as distracting as the low-cut top that displayed enough cleavage
to make guys stare even if they tried not to.

Arriving late in the day, we had enough time to check in and find our cabin
before sunset. Not a small building by any means, the place had a large kitchen
area with a well-used propane stove and picnic table. The sleeping area was
large also, equipped with a rough stone fireplace that was big enough to roast
a pig. Ann and I chose a bed next to the kitchen, across from the fireplace
while Laura and the boyfriend made camp next to the fireplace. From the kitchen
I noticed the boyfriend checking out my wife as she bent over to unpack,
stretching her thin shorts so tightly over her beautiful ass that it became
obvious that Ann was not wearing any panties. I don't think he knew I'd seen
him staring, but Laura did.

"Hey," she said, "that's not the view we came here for!"

He turned a bit red and we all had fun laughing about it. I opened the cooler
and tossed him a beer, giving him a grin that said, "No Problem." The only
problem for me was the way I was beginning to fill out my own shorts thinking
about the way he was watching Ann. I popped open my beer and went outside,
saying something about looking for firewood. I'd gathered enough to start a
small fire when I was startled by a voice behind me.

"Do you like it when guys check me out?" It was Ann, and as I turned around I
was treated to the sight of her bending over, hands on her knees. I could see
all the way down her shirt, between her firm B-cup breasts to her smooth belly.
My shorts started to get tight again as I took my turn staring.

"Guys can't help themselves," I grinned. I tossed the last piece of wood onto
the pile and picked up my beer. "Wanna go make out in the woods?"

She walked over to me, putting her arms around my waist and gently brushing her
hip against my cock through the front of my shorts.

She put her lips against my ear and whispered, "Wanna go fuck in the woods?"
Her hot breath made a shiver go up my spine.

I dropped the empty beer can and put my arms around her waist, not caring if
anyone was watching. I was hard as a rock already and I could see by the way
that her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt that she wasn't
kidding. My hands slipped down to cup her ass as our lips met, sending my heart
racing. I felt her wet tongue slip into my mouth as we lost ourselves in the
moment, the sun down behind the trees casting long shadows beneath the red-
orange sky. Finally we broke the kiss, and I could feel myself leaking inside
my shorts.

Ann ran her hand across my chest, under my T-shirt and said, "Let's go for a
walk."

We wandered hand in hand for a short distance, until the trees became thick
enough to offer some cover. We embraced again, and I pulled her against me, my
fingers working their way under the back of her shorts, our tongues dancing
together. I could hear her moan softly through the kiss as I caressed her naked
behind and began to work her shorts over her rounded hips, pulling gently from
the bottom. I felt my zipper going down as she moved to gently bite my neck,
and then felt my own shorts coming down, exposing my hard cock to the gentle
evening breeze.

"Not so fast," she whispered, as her hand wrapped around my pulsing shaft. I
thrust my hips forward, and she cupped my balls with her other hand as she sank
to her knees among the dry pine needles. "I want to taste you first."

Her tongue wetted the end of my cock and I couldn't help but let out a groan.
All the time thinking we were only twenty yards from the cabin and could be
easily seen by anyone walking a short distance. The thought of getting caught
sent a hot flash through my body as I felt the warm wetness of her mouth
envelope the tip of my cock. She began to jerk me off into her mouth, her
tongue playing with me, her moaning like a vibration that was beginning to coax
the cum out of my balls. I put my hands into her long hair, and as she looked
up into my eyes I could feel myself getting ready to explode into her mouth.
She reached back and gently pressed a finger into my ass and I lost all
control, my orgasm seemed to rise from the bottom of my feet, gathering in my
balls and pumping into her mouth, just a tiny bit escaping and running down
over her red lips to wet her chin and drop onto the forest floor.

Panting and shaking a bit, I leaned against a tree as she stood up and kissed
me, still holding my now very sensitive member in her hands.

"Let's get you dressed and head back for another beer," she said.

"What about you?" I whispered. "It's hardly polite to just leave you hanging."

"Hold that thought" She said with a grin, and released my swollen prick and
walked back towards the cabin, giving me a great rear view as she walked away,
straightening out her shorts and tucking her shirt in.

I pulled my shorts back up and followed Ann into the cabin.

"Well, is it true?" Laura said with a grin as I walked in the door. Her
boyfriend was about two shades of red and looking at the floor while Laura sat
on his lap. Judging by the empties, both of them were on beer number two or
three and I could smell the aroma of some very good pot as well.

"Is what true?" I asked, playing along.

"That you were giving it to your wife in the woods just now." I thought the
boyfriend was going to die, still looking at the floor. No sense of humor.

"Why," joked Ann, "afraid you missed out on the fun?" We all laughed, even
Boyfriend.

"Well, one thing's for sure," I said. "We missed out on what you guys have been
smoking and I think it's time to spark another one."

We pulled up a couple of benches and spent the next several hours sitting in
front of the fire, drinking beer, talking and passing a few joints around. It
was a warm night, and the heat from the fire made it even hotter. We were all
pretty loosened up and soon Boyfriend and I had our shirts off and Laura had
stripped down to shorts and a bikini top. She had smaller breasts than my wife,
but well formed and tight. The shadows created by the flickering firelight
highlighted her curves in a way that made me wish I could see more, and I could
feel myself beginning to get a bit excited as I managed to sneak an occasional
glance. She moved closer to her boyfriend and put her hand on his leg, and I
could see her fingers tracing tiny circles on his inner thigh. I got up and
stirred the fire a bit, throwing more wood on and noticing that everyone had
fallen silent.

When I turned around Laura and friend were engaged in a passionate kiss. She
had thrown her leg over his and he was running his hands up and down her back
while her fingers traced the outline of his collarbone. I looked at Ann and
almost started laughing at the look on her face, like, one eyebrow raised, eyes
wide and a wry smile on her lips as if to say, 'Check THIS out!' I thought they
were going to stop as I went over to sit next to Ann, putting my arm around her
and whispering in her ear, "I kind of wish we were doing what they're doing."

They didn't stop. He began to fool around with the bikini tie behind Laura's
neck as she slid her hand down his chest and hip, placing it high on his thigh
about an inch below the obvious bulge in his pants. I could hear her make a
small noise and say something in his ear and then quietly laugh. He shifted his
hips around on the hard bench as if to adjust himself inside his shorts, and
pulled her leg up a little higher on his own.

Ann turned her head and kissed me gently on the lips, brushing her breasts
against my bare chest. I could feel her now hard nipples through the thin
cloth, and could see the view down her shirt where a drop of sweat was tracing
a line from the chain she was wearing around her neck to the valley between her
rounded breasts. My heart was hammering. I could feel my hand begin to shake as
I put my arm around her, lightly touching the thin strip of exposed skin
between her shorts and shirt.

"Let's give them a bit of space," she whispered, standing up and taking my
hand.

I stood up too and Laura and Boyfriend stopped for a minute, in silence. All I
could hear was the crackling of the fire and the breathing of four very excited
people. Laura wasn't very shy about checking out the front of my shorts, and
when my eyes met hers she didn't look away. I think my cock grew another inch
at that moment.

Ann led me to our bed across from the fire, then turned to me and ran her
fingernails gently down my chest. I could see her watching them over my
shoulder and I knew she was as ready to go as I was. Blame it on the pot, but I
couldn't believe how turned we were, or what we were about to do. I put my arms
around her, feeling almost as if we had never touched before, the nervous
excitement of someone else watching adding a "first time" kind of thrill. I
pulled her closer, again whispering in her ear. "I think it's only fair that we
put on our own little show."

"Take my top off," she said. I knew this was the point of no going back. I
hooked my fingers under her shirt and began to slowly drag it up her soft
belly, planning to make a production of it. She was still watching them over my
shoulder and I moved to the side a bit, intending to give our friends a better
view. Ann raised her arms above her head and closed her eyes, letting out a
sigh as I revealed the hard swollen nipple of first one breast and then the
other. Maybe it was the firelight and the heat, but I'd never seen her so full
and flushed, her lips so red. I knelt down on the bed and took one of her
nipples into my mouth, her back arching as I cupped her breasts in my hands and
nibbled gently.

From this position I could see Laura holding her boyfriend's cock in her hand,
slowly pumping it up and down as both of them watched me pleasure Ann. He was
slightly thicker than I was but not quite as long and I swear I saw pre-cum
glistening on the head. He had Laura's bikini top untied and I got my first
view of her breasts as the top hung down between them. She had larger nipples
than I would have imagined for an A-cup, and they were every bit as hard as
Ann's were. Laura looked at me again and the eye contact felt electric. She
released his blood engorged member and got up to push the benches aside, then
pulled off the bikini top and took a blue nylon sleeping bag from their bed
next to the fireplace, spreading it on the gray stone floor in front of the
fire.

I was throbbing now almost to the point of pain as I continued to suck on Ann's
nipples, running my hands up her back and down her spine, my fingers moving up
to feel the fullness of her long hair and then back down to her hips. I began
to message her ass through the thin blue shorts, and she pulled my head harder
against her breasts so that I could feel their softness caress my face. My
fingers worked up inside the leg of her shorts and I lightly stroked her,
feeling the wetness between her legs and imagining the how she must smell as
traces of her excitement ran over my fingers. She broke the silence with a gasp
as I slowly ran my fingers up and back along the length of her lips, teasing
her clit and stopping just short of pushing inside.

"Ohh-oh, yessss, touch me." It was louder than a whisper, and brought a little
reality to a situation that until that moment had seemed like a silent dream. I
removed my fingers and in the same motion pulled her shorts down to her ankles.
She kicked them off, leaving her naked in the firelight, her breath coming
faster, her chest heaving, her sweat covered breasts moving with it, glistening
in the flickering light. The curves of her body were like a work of art,
flashing and highlighted in the firelight, on full display. Her shadow, larger
than life, danced across the wall. She pushed me back on the bed and unzipped
my shorts. With one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor of the cabin she
began to work my pants down, allowing my aching prick to spring free.

I looked toward the fireplace and saw Laura watching us as Boyfriend went down
on her. Both of her legs were over his shoulders and her hips were thrust so
hard against him I wondered how he could breathe. Her breath was coming in
little gasps and she seemed to be giving him instructions, though I couldn't
make out any words. She had her hands in his dark hair and her arms pushed her
small breasts together so that her nipples pointed straight at the ceiling of
the cabin. I'll be damned if she wasn't looking me right in the eye.

I looked back at Ann as she climbed onto the bed above me, straddling my legs
and grabbing my throbbing cock as she leaned over me and ran her tongue up my
belly, tasting the moisture that beaded on my skin. She began to pump me slowly
as she reached my neck, nibbled a bit on my ear and whispering, "You like to
watch him suck her pussy, don't you?"

"Ohhh Fuck yessss" I moaned, loudly enough to draw a giggle from the other side
of the cabin. "But right now I need to be inside you."

Ann climbed higher atop my sweat-covered body, straddling my rigid cock so that
the tip just brushed her soft brown pubic hair. I took hold of my cock then and
thrust my hips slightly forward, running the head back and forth between the
lips of her pussy as if I were using a paintbrush. A drop of moisture fell from
her face to land on my chest as she lay down on top of me and panted into my
ear.

"Look at them!" she moaned as we teased each other. I looked. He had turned
around on top of Laura, his hips bucking up and down as he fucked her mouth,
his cock shining in the dim orange light every time he pulled out only to
thrust downward again so that his balls slapped against her face. Her thighs
were wrapped tight around his head and she was grinding into him hard, her hips
bucking madly as if to push his face right up inside of her. I could hear a
small cracking sound as their perspiration soaked bodies came apart, and then
collided again. For them, there was no trying to be quiet any more as they
moaned between each other's legs. They were ready to explode at any moment.

Ann was watching too, and we were almost frozen in position, the end of my cock
teasing her clit, her breasts hanging down above me, one of my hands kneading
her ass and the other moving my cock between the lips of her pussy. She put her
hands on my chest and began to press down on my prick, and I slipped inside of
her soaking wet pussy easily, her juices running down her leg to wet my thighs.

"Ohhh God Gerry Fuck Me, Fuck me!" Ann cried. It was loud, loud enough to push
Laura over the edge. It was all I could do to keep from blowing my load right
then and there as Ann and I ground our hips together, watching Laura cum in her
boyfriend's mouth as she moaned around his cock. That was it for him too, as he
let out a loud cry that was muffled by her sex grinding into him and filled her
mouth with hot spunk.

I held Ann's hips tightly against me to slow down the motion that was putting
me on the verge of filling her with cum. My hand reached down between us and I
began to rub her clit, feeling our wetness mixing together and smelling the
sex-aroma that hung suspended in the hot humid air of the cabin. Her hands
slipped off of my chest and began to twist in the fabric of the red sleeping
bag we were fucking on. She made noises deep in her throat like I'd never heard
from her before, guttural and wild as her hips jerked forward and then pulled
slowly back again. Looking at her bright green eyes it seemed at that moment
that no one was in there at all except an animal lusting for release.

I put both hands on her sweat-drenched bottom as we moved together, our bodies
sliding to and fro as if covered in oil. She became suddenly louder, her body
stiffening as she ground her hips hard against mine and her orgasm tore through
her, her nipples standing stiff and erect and in full view of the couple in
front of the fireplace. I was done for. I gushed inside her. I may have
screamed but I don't really remember, it felt like every ounce of fluid in my
body was pumping out of me in thick white streams, mingling with her own
juices.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, holding each other and panting to catch our
breath as the heavy aroma of cum and perspiration filled the room. The next
thing I knew Laura was at the bedside, holding a couple of cans of cold beer.
"You guys look like you need these," she smiled, and went back to sit with her
boyfriend by the fire, giving me a great view of her shapely naked ass.

We had a fun weekend after that, but the performance was never repeated.
Laura's boyfriend disappeared from her life after a couple of months, but we
still hang out with Laura on occasion. Though we discuss sex often, we never
talk about that night. Ann and I count ourselves as very lucky, to have a close
friend that became even closer on a camping trip back in 1985.

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