We woke up late the morning of our second day camping. The sun was shining and it looked like it would be another beautiful day. We were giddy like a couple of kids and it felt good. Getting out of the city had already done wonders for our attitudes. Of coarse, so did the incredible fuck session we had outside next to our camp fire last night.
My girlfriend had gotten a little too comfortable with being nude outside as I had to remind her to put a top on before she left the tent. She almost climbed out of the tent wearing only her bikini bottoms.
As we walked towards the road to go get freshened up, I was already struggling with what had happened last night. The sex outside on top of the picnic table was awesome. I loved the fact that we were spied on by a young couple of voyeurs. My dilemma was trying to decide if I should tell her we had been spied on. Just as I contemplated this quandary we noticed a piece of paper on the pole designating the number of our camp site.
"It looks like a note of some sort I said," as my girlfriend was already reaching for it.
"Maybe the ranger? No wait. This is something else." She said, confusing the hell out of me.
Snatching it from her, I read aloud, "If you'd like, join us for a beer by the fire tonight. Your neighbors at site 307."
Discussing it on our way to the bathrooms my girlfriend remarked how friendly they seemed. While agreeing with her I internally assumed it probably had more to do with our sex show they witnesses last night. Just the same we agreed it was a smashingly good idea.
As night fell we did not bother with building a fire of our own, but rather bid to ourselves a few libations with which to relax our inhibitions. Not that my girlfriend needed to be much more uninhibited then the previous night, when she laid back on our picnic table and spread her pussy to the night air.
Walking towards the camp site next to us I teased my girl how she almost looked dressed up for camping, with her low cut halter adorning her fashionably corduroy skirt. She teased me right back for wearing linen shorts. Actually I wore these because they were the thinnest pair I owned and when going commando, would be the most revealing.
After the usual awkward introductions, we all quickly settled in near the virgin fire. Each with a cold beer in our hand. Living in the Midwest I just love girls who don't pretense, and can settle in with a beer. The couple I kept calling young looked more their age up close, and were probably in their early thirties.
Three sips into my cold one and the games had already begun. Liddy, our host, was an adorably hot, dark haired petite. She wore her hair short and her ear rings silver, and long. Her tits were small but pointed. Her legs were as long as her skirt was short. It was a blue denim skirt with a thin white ruffle around the bottom. It was so short that even when standing one was tempted to stare as it barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. The black and purple paisley top did little else than hold her points up high.
I think our hosts had left their fire burning low just so the beautifully seductive Liddy could stoke it. Every few minutes it seemed she would get up to throw another small log on the fire. Each time she did this she would turn around and bend from the waist as she picked through the pile of firewood. And each time this would cause her skirt to raise past the curve of her ass. So much so that it would reveal the swollen pussy lips she held tight between her legs.
