The following story is a work of fiction, the product of my imagination, and has not relationship to anyone living or dead.
All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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*****
"That's a ridiculous idea, Rachel. Two young girls going camping, in a tent, no less. Whatever made you think it's a wise plan?"
"Mama, I'm twenty-one years old, and Cindy and I think this will be a challenge. We'll have to put up the tent, cook, and clean up, you know, all those things you do when you're camping." Rachel knew that the "you know" she'd added to her mother was a poke at the woman who would never have considered camping, who thought anything less than a suite at a luxury hotel was "roughing it."
"I think it's silly. Why don't you two stay at a motel and drive to the lake each day? If it were me, I'd stay away from that filthy lake water, as well. I'm sure the motel has a nice clean pool."
"Too expensive, Mom. Camping is a lot cheaper." In addition, she hated to smell of chlorine.
"Rachel, you know your father would give you the money."
Rachel knew her father would do whatever her mother asked ... and probably whatever she asked as well. But she wasn't going to ask, and neither was she going to mention that she and Cindy would be camping with six of their friends, two other females and four males. Her mother would be horrified at that, the males, that is, but that's one of the things that would add fun to the camping, even though she didn't know who the four would be.
"We're really looking forward to this. We've practiced setting up Cindy's tent, and she has most of the things we'll need. Her family used to camp quite a bit every summer." She was careful not to emphasize the "her," not wanting to alienate her mother over something she knew she'd probably be doing again if it was as much fun as they hoped it might be.
"In that lake, I hope you're not going to wear one of those bikini things you seem to favor. Who knows who might be there and see you?"
Rachel knew who might be there to see her -- four guys, and it didn't matter who they were. Plus, her mother hadn't seen her two newest that struggled to contain her large breasts. She was anxious to show
them
off as they would do an excellent job of showing
her
off. She'd made sure to shave completely rather than just having the Brazilian Wax with the small triangle of hair that she was sure wouldn't be covered by the tiny bikinis she was taking with her. She'd tried to talk Cindy into joining her in her briefest of brief adventures, only partially successful.
She was a little annoyed with Cindy, who'd refused to tell her who the four guys were, just that she'd know them when she saw them. She'd dated quite a few guys in high school and college and been intimate with a few. She wondered what she'd do if one or two of them were along on the trip. Cindy knew some of that part of her life, but not all. She was sure Cindy had invited one or two that held
her
interest. Out there away from everything ... and everyone, who knew what might happen?
When everything was packed and sitting on the porch waiting for Cindy, her mother started again.
"Honey, there's still time to Change plans. Let me give you my credit card, and you two can stay somewhere nice."
"Mom, we're going to do this. Cindy's dad is letting her drive his big SUV, so if worst comes to worst, we can put the seats down and sleep in it."
"I hate the sound of 'worst,'" her mother said with a shudder.
Rachel knew it was hopeless, and, thank goodness, Cindy pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the SUV, a broad smile on her face.
"Are you ready?" she squealed, her excitement obvious.
"Goodness, Cindy, you sound like a high school freshman." It wasn't the kindest of compliments, but Cindy was used to Rachel's mother.
"Sorry for laughing, Mrs. Hart. We'll be very careful." She glanced at Rachel.
They quickly loaded Rachel's gear and jumped into the big car.
As they pulled away, Rachel said, "You're so full of bullshit with that 'sorry for laughing.'"
"I know, but I know your mom, too. Whatever, we're on the way."
"How far is it?"
A little over an hour. And did you bring those two new bikinis?"
"You bet" Rachel eyed Cindy suspiciously. "I bet you want to borrow one of them."
"I'm not ruling it out," Cindy said, chuckling. At the lake, with the four guys who'd agreed to join them, maybe showing a lot more of her pale skin might be exciting.
"So, friend, who are we going to be showing off for?"
"You know them all. Landon, Dave, Brian, and Peter."
Rachel's brain ratcheted through images of the four, none of whom were too shabby.
"Nice group, huh, but I don't know Peter that well. He was in a couple of my classes, and we sat beside each other in one. I hoped he'd ask me for a date, but he never did. Maybe if he sees me in one of your bikinis, that might change."
"What about Dave?"
Cindy chuckled. "He likes me, I know. And, I don't know. He's ... We'll just have to see."
"You know," Rachel said, "there will be four tents and eight people."
"Yeah, two per tent, like you and me."
"Or, two per tent, like you and Dave."
"Rach, I'm not planning on sleeping with Dave. Holy shit."
"Sure, okay," Rachel said, turning her attention to the road ahead.
Feigning indignation, Cindy asked, "Well then, which of the other three guys are you going to shack up with?"
"Wow, haven't heard that expression for a while -- I think I heard my uncle use it a couple of times."
"Nice try, but you didn't answer the question."
"I guess I'm not friends enough with any of those guys to ... "Rachel laughed, " ... shack up with them."
Minds now in high gear, they were anxious to get to the lake and whatever surprises it might hold.
*****
"So, where is this place we're going, Wade?" Jerri was stuffing clothing into her bag. It had been years since they'd camped, and she was anxious and excited.
"It's called Lake Norton, and it has all kinds of camping. The tent-camping areas are small ... and mostly full, but there's an area with just five campsites that had one still available. I grabbed it. Plus, it has something you'll love.
Jerri's face lit up in anticipation.
"An outhouse."
Jerri's face transformed into a curled-lip sneer.
"Outhouse? When I camped with my parents, we always had a big building with toilets and showers. This is a big step backward, Wade. There may be a cost for that," she added, chuckling.
"Should I assume that cost involves some of your body parts?"
Jerri shrugged. "Time will tell."
They both continued sorting and packing, although camping clothes seemed fairly simple.
"I wonder who else will be there?" Jerri asked as she gazed at her one-piece bathing suit.
"Are you going to wear that? Where's that two-piece you bought a couple of years ago? I bet most of the campers will be younger."
"You think?"
"They'll all be wearing bikinis."
"You hope," she replied, chuckling.
"Listen, babe, you may be thirty-nine and have three kids, but you look good." Wade lowered his voice. Really good," he added, heading toward her.
"Wade, don't. I need to finish packing." She'd said it but didn't mean it. With the kids at her parent's house, they were alone, something that didn't often happen these days.
Wade wasn't about to stop as he pushed Jerri back onto the bed, scattering the clothing she had been packing. He eyed the thin t-shirt she was wearing and decided it would be worth it, grabbing it at the neck and ripping it in two. He loved the wide-eyed gasp he received from his surprised wife as he broke the two straps of her bra and jerked it to her waist. His mouth was on her left breast, and she squealed when he bit her nipple.
"Get those shorts off, or I'll bite the other one harder," he threatened -- she didn't move. Wade met her eyes, a sinister smile darkening his face. His mouth closed on her right breast, and his jaw muscles tensed.
Jerri flinched but was silent, her eyes meeting his and narrowing as she waited for what would come next.
"We haven't done that for a while," Wade said, his tongue flicking her now very stiff nipple. "Would you like a little reward?
Jerri didn't care what it was as long as Wade was doing it. Before the children, their sex had been very adventurous but, over the years, had changed to a much more hurried and straightforward two or sometimes three nights a week, after the kids were in bed and before weariness overtook them. This camping trip was to be different, a few days to return to a time not
that
far past, and it was off to a good start.
Wade unfastened her shorts and pulled them off. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled until the crotch was nearly hidden between her swollen and puffy labia. As he twisted and tugged, Jerri groaned.
"Just fuck me," she said, a pleading sound to her voice.
"Whoa, I haven't heard that for a few years. But that's for tonight in the tent ... or under the stars," he said, tugging on the panties one more time.
"Under the stars" was all Jerri heard, and she could hardly wait. But that was tonight, and this was now. Her panties were off, and Wade's head was already between her legs, his nose pressed against her cleft.
"Shaved like this, you're double-hot," he said, his breath caressing her pussy. "I need to let my teeth get to work."
"Wade, what are you ...? But it was too late as he was gently nibbling up one labia and down the other. When he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, and she felt his teeth touching it, she tensed, but he knew what he was doing. With his tongue and lips working in unison, Jerri's body was quickly spasming, her loud, rhythmic moans filling the bedroom, something that didn't happen, of course, when the kids were at home. It was just so ... fulfilling to be able to scream each time the electricity raced through her body as she'd done when they were first married.
When she began to recover, she said, "So tonight, under the stars? Promise?" She'd only had sex under the stars once, the first year they were married, and it was as close to non-consensual as it had ever gotten. He'd dragged her into the backyard and held her down while he found two or three of her triggers. The non-consensual had turned to her, begging him to hurry up. Now, she was ready for number two -- maybe.
"With you shaved like that, it has to happen." He remembered the one time sex outdoors had happened, and he was anxious for it to happen again.
"Maybe I should shave more often then or get a complete wax job."
"Just talking about it has me tingling. And I'm willing to pay. "
"But I won't be 'natural' then."
"I'll just have to deal with that."
Her arms were quickly around his neck, her tongue exploring his mouth, the taste of her sex on his lips.
"You have more of those for tonight?"
"Plenty."
"And the next night?"
"Can't wait to show you," she responded, squeezing her breasts together and pointing them toward him. "And you owe me a bra and t-shirt."
"I'm not sure why I did that."
"When you ripped that shirt, my temperature shot up a hundred degrees."