The Camping Trip by Dan
It was a Saturday morning with nothing better to do, we decided to pack up the van and camping gear, and head off to a place we've never been before. We chose a Lake about an hour drive from home. By the time we set up camp it was nearly 5:00 in the afternoon because we took our time choosing just the right spot. We wanted quiet time & wanted a site away from families with small kids.
We found a site near the far side of the park, there was an empty space on one side, and a single guy in his forties on the other. The site had a small blacktop driveway, a fire ring, and a picnic table just outside of the woods, and a nice place for our tent inside the woods. The lake was right across the small road in front of the site, and had a tiny beach that was very secluded. After our camp was set up, my wife and I went off to the beach to do a little fishing. It was a hot afternoon and we were both wearing shorts and tee shirts, but took all the essentials like bug spray and beer along with us. It was so peaceful that we stayed and watched the sun set.
By time we went back to camp it was getting dark, we hadn't eaten since lunch and were starting to feel the effects of the four cans of beer we each drink on the beach. We decided that we had better have some dinner, so we lit some bug repellant candles and the camp stove. I had forgotten stick matches and was trying to light the lantern with a rolled up piece of paper, not having much success, when our neighbor walked over with a lighter made to shoot the flame out a long skinny tube and helped me get it going.
My wife and I ate a nice camp-style dinner, then built a good size fire in the ring. We sat by the fire relaxing, forgetting all the stress of daily life, drinking more beer than we're used to, and talking. Before long, our neighbor came over with a lawn chair and small cooler, and asked if he could join us at our fire. He introduced himself as Tom, and said that his camp was boring, he too was feeling the effects of drinking and said he would crash if he didn't find someone to talk to.
The three of us sat there talking for hours, he told us his basic story, his divorce, and plans to stay single because of it, his home, job, etc. we shared ours too. The stars were out in full force, and soon became the topic of our conversation. My wife mentioned how beautiful sun set was from the beach, that he really missed a nice show, but Tom said that he did see it, he was just inside the tree line watching it. He said that he saw us on the beach but didn't want to disturb us. We told him that he could have joined us, we were only watching the sun set and fishing. Tom turned a little red and said to be honest, you two looked like you were getting a little playful, and I thought maybe I would get more of a show than just a sun set. We all laughed about it, and Tom said he just made it back to his camp before us, that's why he had such a late dinner too.
We all walked through the woods to the restrooms to relieve ourselves of all the beer, we had. By now it was midnight or after, we all lost track of the time, we were to the point of being silly and playful, but not sloppy *****. Tom and I stood outside the woman's side, laughing and joking, waiting for my wife to come out. When she finally did, we asked what took so long? She said that she had to brush all the sand off her butt from the beach. I told her she should have called for assistance, I would have helped with that, Tom said "yeah, me too".
Back at the fire again, we sat there telling stupid old jokes, trying to keep quiet so we wouldn't draw any attention, but we were far enough from other occupied sites that nobody would have heard us anyway. Good thing too, we had a few laughing spells that were so hard we had trouble catching our breath. My wife went to lite a cigarette, but found her pack empty, threw it into the fire and went into the tent to find a fresh pack, which took several minutes. When she came out of the tent, we commented that she took an awful long time, and were wondering if she was brushing more sand off her butt. She said that she couldn't remember which bag she put them in, so she had to hunt for them, but I was about to discover that wasn't true.
This time she sat on a log that had been cut in a two foot section and standing on end next to the fire. It was way too big for the fire, so we figured someone had it there to split, or use as a seat. She asked what was with us, and if butts were all we could think of. We laughed, and started telling Tom how every time we go out to a bar, guys are hitting on her & asking her to dance. My wife said it's annoying, but I laughed and said that she loves every minute of it. Tom said that we can't really blame a guy for trying, she does have a nice butt. The conversation turned to how women have strong sex-drives like men do, they just hide it better, and we kept at her until she admitted it.
My wife was wearing a light colored tee shirt, and you could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and over-sized shorts, slit up each side, that really showed her ass when she bent over. At first when she went to the cooler for a beer or a snack, she would squat to get what she needed, but now she was bending to pick things up. She was showing off her ass and Tom and I both knew it, so we started teasing her for fun, commenting about how nice it is. Things began to progress after that, my wife began casually letting her legs drift apart while sitting on the log, and I knew at that instant what took her so long in the tent, she wasn't searching for cigarettes, she was getting rid of her panties.
All evening, Tom had been looking at the outline of her nipples while he talked to her, and lost track of the conversation when she bent over, but his eyes were now fixed on her crotch. In the light of the campfire, we could see the side of her bare mound through the leg openings, and she was enjoying every minute of it, so were we.
Tom commented once again about how pretty she is, and what a nice ass she has, my wife made another comment about guys always looking at butts, and that there is more to a woman than that. We were all pretty buzzed, and I was horny as hell! I said that she's right Tom, there is more to a woman than just a nice ass. As I said that, I reached for the elastic band on the front of her shorts and pulled it downward, saying that there are nice wet pussy's too.
I began fingering her, and Tom came over and gave her a passionate kiss that lasted several minutes, then lifted her shirt to suck her nipples. We could see a bulge in the front of Tom's shorts, and my wife reached up to feel it while he was sucking her nipples, and I could feel her wetness all over my hand. My wife crawled into the tent after that, saying that she was going to bed. Tom and I talked for a few minutes, discussing what just happened, and what else might. I told Tom that she loves to flash and flirt, but I never know how far she is willing to go. I told Tom that if he goes into the tent, she may tell him to leave, or she might be willing to go farther. I peeked into the tent through the partially open door and could see her on her back on top of the sleeping bag.
Tom and I decided that the best approach would be for him to crawl into the tent and try to make out with her, if she cooperated, I would join in. Tom crawled into the tent, and I took my time putting the fire out, then peeked in to see what was happening. Tom was at her side kissing her and had his hand in her shorts. She seemed to be cooperating, but I decided to give it a little more time, and I had to use the bathroom anyway, so I walked back to the restroom.
It took me a while at the restroom, thinking about what could happen had me too erect to piss. When I got back to camp, I crept up to the tent and looked in the door. Tom was naked and kneeling at my wife's feet, she was lifting her hips and Tom was pulling her shorts off. I crawled in, took my clothes off, and pulled her face to my cock. As my wife sucked me, Tom began eating her pussy.
After she came once at Toms tongue, I moved her and began fucking her doggy-style, while she began sucking Tom's cock. Tom was near orgasm when I shot my load, but quickly pulled away so he wouldn't cum. When I was finished, Tom laid on his back, my wife climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his very erect cock. I laid there watching my wife ride Tom's cock, having orgasm after orgasm, until he finally shot his load too. When Tom finished fucking her, he thanked us for the best time he's ever had, then staggered back to his tent.
We awoke with the sunrise, having had very little sleep, and went outside to cook some breakfast. While the food was cooking, my wife took Tom's shorts and tee shirt, which were still in our tent, and moved them to the door of his tent so he wouldn't be embarrassed coming out when he woke up. After eating, we packed up our camp and were on our way before Tom woke up.
We discussed what happened on our drive home, and we agreed that it was fun for all concerned, that neither of us had a problem with what happened. I told her that I had thought something like that was possible when she started showing off, like bending over showing her ass, and was even more convinced when I saw that she took her panties off, that's why I pulled the front of her shorts down so Tom could see her pussy, sort of helping things along, but I was wondering exactly when she knew that sex with Tom was probable? Was it at the campfire, or when he crawled into the tent to make out with her? She laughed and said she knew it was going to happen before Tom or I did, that our playing, and my helping things along was just an expected bonus.
She went on to explain that she knows exactly how to make me horny, what's on men's minds, and how to manipulate a situation to get what she wants. I said "Okay, with that in mind, at what point did you know for sure that Tom would be having sex with you?" She said that she was horny when we got back to camp from the beach, and when Tom was bending over helping me light the lantern, she was checking out his butt, and said to herself "I'm going to fuck this guy tonight" so all our playing, flirting and helping things along meant nothing, she was in full control from the start and knew exactly what the outcome would be.
It was a Saturday morning with nothing better to do, we decided to pack up the van and camping gear, and head off to a place we've never been before. We chose a Lake about an hour drive from home. By the time we set up camp it was nearly 5:00 in the afternoon because we took our time choosing just the right spot. We wanted quiet time & wanted a site away from families with small kids.
We found a site near the far side of the park, there was an empty space on one side, and a single guy in his forties on the other. The site had a small blacktop driveway, a fire ring, and a picnic table just outside of the woods, and a nice place for our tent inside the woods. The lake was right across the small road in front of the site, and had a tiny beach that was very secluded. After our camp was set up, my wife and I went off to the beach to do a little fishing. It was a hot afternoon and we were both wearing shorts and tee shirts, but took all the essentials like bug spray and beer along with us. It was so peaceful that we stayed and watched the sun set.
By time we went back to camp it was getting dark, we hadn't eaten since lunch and were starting to feel the effects of the four cans of beer we each drink on the beach. We decided that we had better have some dinner, so we lit some bug repellant candles and the camp stove. I had forgotten stick matches and was trying to light the lantern with a rolled up piece of paper, not having much success, when our neighbor walked over with a lighter made to shoot the flame out a long skinny tube and helped me get it going.
My wife and I ate a nice camp-style dinner, then built a good size fire in the ring. We sat by the fire relaxing, forgetting all the stress of daily life, drinking more beer than we're used to, and talking. Before long, our neighbor came over with a lawn chair and small cooler, and asked if he could join us at our fire. He introduced himself as Tom, and said that his camp was boring, he too was feeling the effects of drinking and said he would crash if he didn't find someone to talk to.
The three of us sat there talking for hours, he told us his basic story, his divorce, and plans to stay single because of it, his home, job, etc. we shared ours too. The stars were out in full force, and soon became the topic of our conversation. My wife mentioned how beautiful sun set was from the beach, that he really missed a nice show, but Tom said that he did see it, he was just inside the tree line watching it. He said that he saw us on the beach but didn't want to disturb us. We told him that he could have joined us, we were only watching the sun set and fishing. Tom turned a little red and said to be honest, you two looked like you were getting a little playful, and I thought maybe I would get more of a show than just a sun set. We all laughed about it, and Tom said he just made it back to his camp before us, that's why he had such a late dinner too.
We all walked through the woods to the restrooms to relieve ourselves of all the beer, we had. By now it was midnight or after, we all lost track of the time, we were to the point of being silly and playful, but not sloppy *****. Tom and I stood outside the woman's side, laughing and joking, waiting for my wife to come out. When she finally did, we asked what took so long? She said that she had to brush all the sand off her butt from the beach. I told her she should have called for assistance, I would have helped with that, Tom said "yeah, me too".
Back at the fire again, we sat there telling stupid old jokes, trying to keep quiet so we wouldn't draw any attention, but we were far enough from other occupied sites that nobody would have heard us anyway. Good thing too, we had a few laughing spells that were so hard we had trouble catching our breath. My wife went to lite a cigarette, but found her pack empty, threw it into the fire and went into the tent to find a fresh pack, which took several minutes. When she came out of the tent, we commented that she took an awful long time, and were wondering if she was brushing more sand off her butt. She said that she couldn't remember which bag she put them in, so she had to hunt for them, but I was about to discover that wasn't true.
This time she sat on a log that had been cut in a two foot section and standing on end next to the fire. It was way too big for the fire, so we figured someone had it there to split, or use as a seat. She asked what was with us, and if butts were all we could think of. We laughed, and started telling Tom how every time we go out to a bar, guys are hitting on her & asking her to dance. My wife said it's annoying, but I laughed and said that she loves every minute of it. Tom said that we can't really blame a guy for trying, she does have a nice butt. The conversation turned to how women have strong sex-drives like men do, they just hide it better, and we kept at her until she admitted it.
My wife was wearing a light colored tee shirt, and you could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and over-sized shorts, slit up each side, that really showed her ass when she bent over. At first when she went to the cooler for a beer or a snack, she would squat to get what she needed, but now she was bending to pick things up. She was showing off her ass and Tom and I both knew it, so we started teasing her for fun, commenting about how nice it is. Things began to progress after that, my wife began casually letting her legs drift apart while sitting on the log, and I knew at that instant what took her so long in the tent, she wasn't searching for cigarettes, she was getting rid of her panties.
All evening, Tom had been looking at the outline of her nipples while he talked to her, and lost track of the conversation when she bent over, but his eyes were now fixed on her crotch. In the light of the campfire, we could see the side of her bare mound through the leg openings, and she was enjoying every minute of it, so were we.
Tom commented once again about how pretty she is, and what a nice ass she has, my wife made another comment about guys always looking at butts, and that there is more to a woman than that. We were all pretty buzzed, and I was horny as hell! I said that she's right Tom, there is more to a woman than just a nice ass. As I said that, I reached for the elastic band on the front of her shorts and pulled it downward, saying that there are nice wet pussy's too.
I began fingering her, and Tom came over and gave her a passionate kiss that lasted several minutes, then lifted her shirt to suck her nipples. We could see a bulge in the front of Tom's shorts, and my wife reached up to feel it while he was sucking her nipples, and I could feel her wetness all over my hand. My wife crawled into the tent after that, saying that she was going to bed. Tom and I talked for a few minutes, discussing what just happened, and what else might. I told Tom that she loves to flash and flirt, but I never know how far she is willing to go. I told Tom that if he goes into the tent, she may tell him to leave, or she might be willing to go farther. I peeked into the tent through the partially open door and could see her on her back on top of the sleeping bag.
Tom and I decided that the best approach would be for him to crawl into the tent and try to make out with her, if she cooperated, I would join in. Tom crawled into the tent, and I took my time putting the fire out, then peeked in to see what was happening. Tom was at her side kissing her and had his hand in her shorts. She seemed to be cooperating, but I decided to give it a little more time, and I had to use the bathroom anyway, so I walked back to the restroom.
It took me a while at the restroom, thinking about what could happen had me too erect to piss. When I got back to camp, I crept up to the tent and looked in the door. Tom was naked and kneeling at my wife's feet, she was lifting her hips and Tom was pulling her shorts off. I crawled in, took my clothes off, and pulled her face to my cock. As my wife sucked me, Tom began eating her pussy.
After she came once at Toms tongue, I moved her and began fucking her doggy-style, while she began sucking Tom's cock. Tom was near orgasm when I shot my load, but quickly pulled away so he wouldn't cum. When I was finished, Tom laid on his back, my wife climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his very erect cock. I laid there watching my wife ride Tom's cock, having orgasm after orgasm, until he finally shot his load too. When Tom finished fucking her, he thanked us for the best time he's ever had, then staggered back to his tent.
We awoke with the sunrise, having had very little sleep, and went outside to cook some breakfast. While the food was cooking, my wife took Tom's shorts and tee shirt, which were still in our tent, and moved them to the door of his tent so he wouldn't be embarrassed coming out when he woke up. After eating, we packed up our camp and were on our way before Tom woke up.
We discussed what happened on our drive home, and we agreed that it was fun for all concerned, that neither of us had a problem with what happened. I told her that I had thought something like that was possible when she started showing off, like bending over showing her ass, and was even more convinced when I saw that she took her panties off, that's why I pulled the front of her shorts down so Tom could see her pussy, sort of helping things along, but I was wondering exactly when she knew that sex with Tom was probable? Was it at the campfire, or when he crawled into the tent to make out with her? She laughed and said she knew it was going to happen before Tom or I did, that our playing, and my helping things along was just an expected bonus.
She went on to explain that she knows exactly how to make me horny, what's on men's minds, and how to manipulate a situation to get what she wants. I said "Okay, with that in mind, at what point did you know for sure that Tom would be having sex with you?" She said that she was horny when we got back to camp from the beach, and when Tom was bending over helping me light the lantern, she was checking out his butt, and said to herself "I'm going to fuck this guy tonight" so all our playing, flirting and helping things along meant nothing, she was in full control from the start and knew exactly what the outcome would be.
