Doug woke up on the couch. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around the living room. The TV was on and playing some old sci-fi movie. It took him a few moments to realize he was home alone. His wife had taken a train to visit her parents.
He sat up and stretched. He turned the TV off and went to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he turned the shower on and stripped out of his boxers and shirt. He tossed them into the hamper and got into the hot shower.
He washed his hair and then put soap on his hands. He lathered up his chest and arms and let the shower rinse him off. His hands drifted to his crotch and he ran his hand over his flaccid cock.
He felt a stirring of lust and closed his eyes. He let his hand perform the familiar ritual. He thought of his wife before her back injury. He thought of sneaking around before they were married. His dick responded by hardening in his grip.
They had been so horny back then. His hand stroked his now engorged cock as he thought of the first time she had given him a hand job. He leaned against the wall of the shower as he slid his fist up and down his hard shaft as he pictured Melody jerking him off on his parents couch so many years ago.
His heart raced as his hand moved faster. The water poured over him as he stroked his cock in the shower. He thought of Melody's hand on his cock that first time. The first woman to ever have touched him there. The feel of her soft hand as his hips bucked involuntarily.
He felt the rush of need fill him as his fist pumped his hard shaft. He remembered Cumming in her hand that first time. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the need in his balls surge. And then with a gasp his cock was twitching in his grip as his cream spilled onto the shower floor.
He slowly let go of his cock and turned to face the shower. He let the hot water pelt him as he wished for better days. It had been two years since his wife had hurt her back. Several surgeries later and still no better. Two years without sex was a long time.
He shut the water off and got out of the shower. After toweling off he walked to the bedroom they only used for storage at this point and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He looked at the bed covered in clothes and thought of the times they'd had there.
He didn't know how he was going to spend his Saturday, but he didn't want to be cooped up in the house anymore. After heating up some pop tarts and eating he walked around the house trying to figure out something to do. He saw his camera and decided it was time to practice his photography.
He plugged in the battery and let it charge while he booted up his Xbox. He played for about an hour while the camera battery charged. After letting the battery charge he grabbed the camera back and a tripod and headed out.
He pulled out of his driveway with no particular destination in mind. He drove by the park but it was full of families and kids and so he drove on. He found himself heading out to the lake. He drove through town and out to the lake.
He found it was crowded too. Everyone had the same idea. He had one last idea. The state park. He turned his car around and headed that way. After driving through the country for about fifteen minutes he came to the gate. He drove up and paid the entrance fee.
He wasn't sure where to go so he just followed the road. He passed campgrounds and boat ramps. The road rose to an overlook of the lake and he pulled over. This would be a good photograph.
He parked the car and got out with his tripod and camera. No one else was around and it was quiet. He walked up to the edge and set up his camera. He took several test shots and adjusted the settings. As he was getting lost in the moment he heard someone yell his name.
He turned around and was surprised to see someone from the call center he worked at getting off a bicycle. It was Christine. She had curly light brown hair and she was wearing khaki shorts and v-neck t-shirt. She was plump but not too overweight. Just what you'd expect from a job that has you sitting all day.
She waved and walked over to him. "What are you doing out here," he asked with a smile.
"I was supposed to be out here with my kids, but my ex flaked and so the kids are with him and I'm here with a rented rv and nothing to do," she replied with a scowl.
He'd heard stories of her jerk of an ex. He and Christine had cubicles next to each other and had spent many a day just talking and cutting up. She was easy to get along with.
"Where's the wife?" she asked as she looked out at the lake with canoes on it and people swimming.
"She went to her parents. I was home alone and just wanted to get out," he answered as he absently messed with the camera settings.
"So you're playing bachelor? If you have nothing else to do, you are welcome to swing by my campsite," she said was she looked at his camera.
"I just might do that. I could use the company," he replied as he snapped a random photo.
He and his wife didn't talk much. She usually popped pain meds when she got home. She spent a lot of time sleeping or on the phone with her mom. Talking to Christine was a highlight of his day. She had heard all his stories of the surgeries and problems and frustrations.
"I'll fix us some lunch. See you later?" she said with the last part being a question.
"I'll be there. No sense letting your campsite go to waste," he answered with a smile.
She waved and told him the camp site number. He went back to trying to photograph the lake, but he was having a difficult time concentrating. He knew there was something between he and Christine. He had never acted on it because he loved his wife.
If he went to the campsite he knew where it was leading. He could just go and spend time with her. Nothing would happen. He loved his wife. But it had been two years without sex. Two years of him and his hand and whatever porn he could find.
He packed up his camera and got into the car. He took a deep breath. He could leave. Just go back home and not worry about anything. Or he could go to campsite. Two years was a really long time without intimacy.
He drove to the campsite with his heart racing. After a few minutes he came to a campsite with a small RV parked. A campfire was burning and Christine was there sitting in a camp chair. She smiled and waved when she saw him.
Maybe this was innocent. He was just going to visit a work friend. That's all. He parked the car and got out. She stood up and he couldn't help but take her in. She was plump but he liked that. Her v-neck exposed a good amount of cleavage. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of touching her breasts.
He took a deep breath and struggled to control himself. This was just a friendly visit. She was a co-worker. Going any further would complicate his life and he had plenty complications already. He walked to the site and saw she had a second chair next to hers.
She sat back down and motioned to the chair next to her. "Take a load off, relax," she said with a bright smile. She ran her hands through her light brown hair as she watched him walk to the chair next to her.
He nodded and sat down. She opened a small ice chest between their chairs and said, "Grab something to drink. I had all this packed for the kids."
He pulled out a soda and popped the top. He took a drink and tried to calm his nerves. "So where did the ex whisk the kids off this time?"
"His sister's place in Galveston," she answered sullenly. "It was 'unexpected'," she added with air quotes.
"He seems to have lots of those trips," he replied and took a sip of the cold soda.
