Joy of Camping

I learned at a very young age that you have to seize life by the moment and cherish each moment of time. As the day will come, when everything you cherish and love, is gone and your life has been reduced to memories you possess in your mind. My whole life, since I was a young teenager, I had a camera in my hand. As to this date I have collected over 3Terabaud of pictures documenting my life. I remember at the age of eight I was already working in a dark room, processing my pictures.

Not too long ago I was looking over a group of family photos when I stumbled on a set of pictures of my wife and I, back in the 80s. We really enjoyed camping, rappelling, rock climbing and doing many activities together, even if it was in the hot summer or the dead cold of winter. Looking at these pictures I am taken back to the day, this was close to our favorite snake pit, and old abandoned gold mine with 1000s of diamond back rattlers. There is a natural spring creek running through the property with some of the coolest and freshest tasting spring water, which runs year round. Looking over these old pictures, I remember they were taken in June, temperatures was already hitting in the 100s.

It was on our third day of camping when I decided to quietly walk to the creek and take a cool relaxing bath and just cool off, the temperature was already at 97 and it wasn't even lunch. There was a nice secluded spot at the creek about 16 foot round with a sandy bottom that was excellent for swimming, the water almost waist deep with refreshing crystal clear water. First thing I notice when I stepped in was how cool the water was, it felt like 60 degrees, never the less it felt wonderful, I could feel the goose bumps on my skin. I could even hear the gasp in my voice change when the cold water reached my balls. At the center it was wait deep with the best part it had no wild life or snakes in it, due to the cool temperatures.

I was soaping my face when I suddenly felt a familiar body press against mine from the rear. Before I could react, a hand reached down and grabbed my flaccid member, I felt a light bite on the back of my shoulder, as my wife cooed with anticipation, she had also feeling the heat of the day she decided to join me for a little fun while we bathed together. I was trying to wash the soap out of my eyes she began slowly soaping my member and slowly but firmly stroking it teasingly, it was not long before her gentle stroking had my cock throbbing and standing at attention waiting for some action. With her other hand she soaped and caressed my balls.

We played with each other and explored each others bodies for a good 20 minutes sensually soaping each other and rinsing the soap away. When I could I would nibble on her neck and bite her ear lobe, hearing her moan told me I was doing what she wanted. She in turn would try doing the same to me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I kissed her sensually and nibbled her throat, teasing the different erogenous areas of our bodies, until she grabbed my hardened member and began rubbing it against her soft labia lips. I would teasingly move away when she tried to get me to enter her.

I had a feeling, she has had, enough teasing, As we were enjoying each others tongues, I picked her up and carried her to the edge of the creek by a large pecan tree, where the ground was covered by a large natural blanket of thick soft green moss. Surrounding the moss was a two foot wall of cinnamon ferns, gently swaying in the warm breeze. She wasted no time as I laid her on her back, she grabbed me with her legs wrapping them around my waist, and pulled me in close, as she guided my throbbing cock inside of her, I felt the dripping slippery hot moistness of her wanting pussy. With her hands she reached back and grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me deep into her. The feeling was warm, tight, and slippery. Slowly she began to move her legs behind her shoulders, giving me clear unobstructed access to her sweet spot.

What is it about being in the outdoors in the fresh air no noises of people, cars, or sirens, just a refreshed feeling as the wild animalistic sex appears to grow with an almost electrical feeling more emotional and far more intensified with almost a savage feeling of raw sexual lust? I held her thighs pinning her to the ground, as I enjoyed each and every stroke deep into her hot moist sweetness, I could feel the sweat bead and flow down my spine, with each wild animal thrust into her sweet pussy, how could someone take such a savage hammering, and love every second of it? With each thrust I could hear her moan louder, she grabbed at me wanting me to go harder and faster.

I am not sure how long we were thrusting towards the perfect orgasm, I suddenly felt her muscles tighten as she arch her back and scream out I felt her wet pussy tightened around my cock as she came. All this excitement was more than I could handle, as I gave into this pounding with all I had in me until I exploded, my mind seemed to have drifted into another euphoric dimension, I had left the reality of the moment, that is until I felt her nails diggings into my buttocks as she grabbed a hold and shuddered with her final thrusts of trying to prolong her orgasmic release.

Lying together holding each other, the only sounds was our labored breathing and the singing of the cicada locust, we were a hot sweaty mess again covered in each others sweat and juices. Not sure how long we held each other, but as we regained our strength we both slowly slipped back into the cool refreshing creek enjoying the after feel of our orgasms and bathed each other again, and this time as I was trying to get out of the water she grabbed me and slowly began kissing down my chest until she reached my limp cock and she began to give me a slow sensual but deep slow blowjob, you know the type that drains your soul from its very core.

Who was I to say any different and I placed my hand behind her head and enjoyed the feeling of my cock beginning to grow again. However that is a story for another time.