The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur.
Weekend Camping Trip near the Beach...
Soon it was Friday, the beginning of Labor Day Weekend, and Zach and I had both taken off early from work in an attempt to get ahead of the holiday traffic. He already had the van loaded with the tent, sleeping bags, cooler, cook stove, various sundry items, and our clothes duffel by the time I got home. We also put our bikes in the back because, while near the beach, the campground wasn't "ON" the beach. But it was less than three miles away and we could get there via a bike path to avoid the onslaught of tourist cars and trucks that would be prevalent the entire weekend.
I quickly changed into shorts and a T-shirt and we were on our way before 2:00PM. Unfortunately, with the perfect weather that was expected, it seemed like everyone everywhere had the same idea to beat the crowd. Only now, we were all part of that crowd, bumper to bumper and crawling slowly down the parkway. Zach was frustrated, but what are you going to do? I, on the other hand, just sat back with my feet on the dash, sipping ice tea, listening to the radio and foolishly daydreaming of my naked body basking in the hot sunshine.
By the time we got to the campground, it was almost 5:00PM, and, boy-oh-boy, was it crowded. Driving around we finally found our spot and I guess beggars can't be choosers. It was located about fifty yards from the restroom/shower building, probably one of the busiest areas in the park, with a large RV motor home already set up on one side and a pop-up camper towed behind an older Nissan Pathfinder on the other. As we backed into our "little piece of heaven", I noticed that there were two mountain bikes on a rack on the back of the Pathfinder and a couple of guys, probably in their mid-twenties, were fiddling around with the pop-up.
On the motor home side there were several older people sitting in lawn chairs under a canopy, guzzling on beers, while a nearby barbecue grille was busy charring what smelled like some sort of beef. The sound of 60's rock music filled the air, trumpeting out of a set of speakers hung on the side of the RV, next to, of course, a large flat screen TV.
"All the comforts of home, but with a lot more bugs," I quipped to Zach as we were getting out of the van. Seeing the vehicle had New Jersey license plates I added, "And I'll bet they only live like fifty miles away."
"Everyone has there own definition of what 'back to nature' means," Zach responded. I just shrugged my shoulders in silent agreement.
We hurriedly got our tent set up, complete with ground tarp and rain cover, making sure it was staked down tight, just in case a freak storm came out of nowhere. We placed the cooler in the tent, along with our clothes duffel and sleeping bags.
"Sunset's not till well after 7:00," I mentioned. "You wanna ride the bikes down to the beach and check it out?"
"Sure," Zach replied, moving immediately to retrieve them from the van.
Being so close to dinner time for most, we cycled past numerous couples and families making their way back to the campground from the beach. As I expected, when we got there it was basically deserted, 'cept for a few stragglers, attempting to soak up every last drop of sunshine. We walked for awhile, checking out along the dune line, items and shells that had washed up from the previous high tide. I made a mental note of one spot in the dunes that was set back somewhat, out of the line of sight, thinking it might be a great place for some sort of sex on the beach tomorrow. Finally, it was about 7:30 when we returned to our tent and fixed ourselves dinner.
While I cleaned up after our meal, Zach walked over and talked to the two fellows with the mountain bikes. Apparently, they were on their way to upstate New York from Virginia to compete in an event taking place the next weekend. I was eyeing them intently, as one of them was stripping down to just his boxers for some reason. He was quite attractive and fit and I let my mind wander to thoughts of him joining us later for some three way action, which was preposterous of course. But a girl can dream, right? He eventually went into their camper, then came back out dressed in sweats.. Zach returned when they started a fire in their pit and set up chairs, for what was going to be, obviously, a late night drinking and bullshit session.
On our other side, the motor home crowd had grown to about seven, with the owners being joined by several others, all around the same age. They had the TV on and were watching some college football game. From what I could hear above the loud drinking and laughter, this was some sort of annual event, a gathering of old high school classmates and their mates.
"They invited us to join them for a drink, if you'd like?" Zach commented upon his return. "Whatta ya think?"
"It's been a long day," I replied, running my fingers down his chest until they reached the button on his shorts, which I deftly undid. "Maybe tomorrow. Right now I'd like to fuck." I felt his dick instantly react as I rubbed my palm against his crotch.
"Let me just run to the restroom first," Zach said, as he rebuttoned and headed toward that building.
I got into the tent, spread out our sleeping bags and made room by moving everything else into the corners. Taking off all my clothes, I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation. Adding to the thrill was the fact that there were numerous people less than fifty feet away from us. I seriously though about turning on the lantern to give our audience a silhouette show of our fornication, but ultimately decided against it. Zach returned, and as he opened the entry flap, exposing me to the social scene going on right outside our tent, I felt anxiously excited, hoping someone out there had caught a glimpse of me.
Seeing me naked, Zach quipped, "Oh, it's sooooo dark in there. I think I might just need to hold this open. You know, so I can see where you are." Then he glanced around to see if anyone was looking. Failing to get a panicked response from me, he crouched down and entered, zipping up the flap behind him.
Before he could turn around, I had his shirt pulled off over his head and was reaching around and fumbling to undo his shorts. He took my hands away and turned around, saying,
"Here. I'll make it easier for you," as he laid down with his head facing the entry. I unbuttoned and unzipped and had then off in a flash, leaving him in just his boxers, now tented from his hard-on, and sandals. I pulled off the sandals and then undid the button on the fly of his boxers, giving his erection a means of escape, which it took full advantage of, popping out in all its turgid glory.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," I cooed as my thumb and forefinger slid up and down both sides, causing it to twitch and throb. Wrapping my hand around it and rubbing the tip with my thumb brought forth the first drop of pre-cum.
"Awww. Look. He likes that, does he?" I teased, bending down and kissing and licking Zach's nipple, generating a deep moan to emanate within him. Zach hands went to the waistband of his boxers and seeing that he was about to pull them down, I stopped him. "I wanna play for awhile."
"But I wanna be naked for you," he whispered.
"Oh, you're gonna be," I replied, smiling. "And good for you not wanting to wait." I was so proud of this little moment. So proud that he had come so far in overcoming his trepidations. For the next, maybe, twenty minutes, using just my fingers and mouth, I toyed with his cock and nipples.
"Okay, now you can get naked for me." Not hesitating a second, Zach raised his butt, pulled off the boxers and tossed them aside.
When I swung my leg over him my crotch was directly over his face. I leaned down, and as I engulfed his cock with my mouth, he used his hands to pull my hips down so he could lick my pussy. As my mouth slid up and down his shaft and my fingers diddled his balls, I could feel Zach's tongue plunging in me, swirling and licking. Any other night, that would have been enough to satisfy me and make me cum. But tonight, driven by knowing we were mere feet from other people, I wanted to put on a show. So I distracted my mind from the pleasures in my pussy by concentrating on giving Zach the best head ever.
I sucked and licked him to the point where his balls grew tight and I knew he was on the brink. I eased up, then did it again, twice, edging him. When I climbed off, it generating a woeful moan of disappointment from Zach.
"Oh, don't be silly. I told you I was gonna fuck you," I reinterated, as I turned around and slung my leg over him, planting my ass on his groin with his cock rubbing my pussy. As I stroked his cock and pushed it had against my well lubricated lips, I reached up and teased my nipples.
"Try not to moan so loud Zach," I kidded, rocking my hips back and forth. "Don't forget we have an audience less than ten yards away." And with that, I raised up and guided his throbbing cock deep into my cunt. I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest, my fingers brushing his nipples and I proceeded to fuck his brains out.
His attempt to stifle his moans was fruitless. I whispered encouragement and smiled as they grew louder. I was imagining all those people outside the tent stopping their conversations and listening to our lovemaking. The thought I had, of unzipping it so that the front flap might fly open, exposing us to them, only made it hotter. We were fucking with abandon. Zach's hips were rising, as he tried to thrust himself deeper and I rapidly ground my pussy back and forth. When he reached up to touch my tits, I grabbed hold of his hands and pushed them over his head. Holding them there as if they were bound to a bed. It only took a few seconds of that before he clenched his jaw, emitted a guttural growl and came hard inside me. I continued pinning him down and grinding on him until he gasped for air and I knew he was totally spent.
I sat back up, releasing his hands, and as my fingers toyed with his nipples, I kept my ass swirling, letting his cock touch every part inside me until I could feel it starting to get soft. Zach didn't immediately persuade me to stop. Instead, he just strained to hold back the words, fighting the sensitivity I knew I was causing, until it was too much.
"Okay. Okay. You can stop now. Please?" he uttered with a smile.
I leaned down and kissed him as I lifted myself off, feeling his cum running down my inner thigh. I laid next to him, taking in the smell of sex and attempting to breathe in rhythm with him. We listened to the voices outside the tent as they were speaking softly to each other about what they had all just heard, causing us both to giggle.
