Pt. 01 - Two Birders One Stoner

Note: This is intended to be the first of a three-story arc.

All characters are at least 18 years old. This chapter involves consensual heterosexual sex between husband and wife, lesbian sex between strangers with a significant age gap, and covert peeping/voyeurism/photographing, as well as cannabis use. The following story is purely fictional. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence.

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"Yes!" Andy declared triumphantly, gazing at the roaring campfire in front of him, and listening to the sizzling steaks suspended over the inferno, caged in a steel grill basket. "This is going to be a camping trip to remember!"

"Mm hm?" Tracy agreed tentatively, still wiped from the hike up the mountainside with all their gear. From the spot where they had parked to the campsite had been about 6.5 miles, and also included an overall increase in elevation by over 900 feet.

It didn't help that they were each hauling an entire backpack of cameras and lenses and tripods, in addition to the tent, sleeping bags, and enough food and drink for the four-day weekend.

The hike had taken nearly the entire day. It was beautiful, but difficult to enjoy the view given the pace of their ascent. And then, of course, she had to erect the tent quickly while he got the fire going to prepare dinner before complete darkness fell upon them.

It was hard work, and although they were both quite fit, Tracy was not quite as athletic as Andy, who was a seasoned cross-country and distance runner. They were both now in their mid-thirties, though, so it was not as easy to recover from the day of exertion as it had been a decade ago, when they had first come here together, on their honeymoon.

Once the stakes were in the ground, and the steaks were on the fire, they could finally rest and appreciate their surroundings. The sounds of the forest and crackling of the fire were the only sources of noise, other than the sizzling steaks, of course. No traffic, airplanes, or trains. No loud music, screeching sirens, blaring alarms, beeping alerts, or even the passive aggressive buzz of a silenced cell phone. There was no service for miles!

Heck, even the drive had been long. They had needed to get up well before dawn and then driven almost six hours, much of it on tiny-ass roads. The last hour, none were even paved. Just gravel or dirt.

They were in the middle of fucking nowhere, and it

would

be an awesome weekend. There wouldn't even the subtle hum of a transformer or distant idling engine, or cooling fan to blight the sound of nature around them.

The dense forest blocked out the horizon all around them, but it was clear from the colors on the few wisps of cloud directly above them that the sunset was spectacular.

Andy silently mused about how lucky he was to be sharing this beautiful scene with his even more beautiful wife. The flickering orange glow of the firelight sparkled in her eyes, and made her cheeks, still rosy from the day's exertion, glow all the brighter.

"Happy Anniversary!" Andy said lovingly, beaming at his gorgeous wife, and raising a plastic cup of cheap wine (you know, the kind that comes in a plastic bag with a spigot--which happens to be the most convenient way to carry wine when hiking).

"Happy Anniversary," she responded adoringly, raising her own cup.

Tracy admired her husband as he pulled the steaks off the fire and performed the final seasoning and presentation. He was tall and still slender, even in his mid 30's. He had exceptionally long fingers, arms, and legs, and an angular face atop a long neck.

She loved Andy's warm, friendly eyes and the large, toothy smile that he often flashed in conversation. His Adam's apple jutted out of his neck a bit aggressively, accentuating his gangly appearance. Sure, some might think he looked nerdy, but she thought he looked quite dashing!

One of his many hobbies was long-distance running. So while his build was wiry, he was still quite muscular. She knew his sixpack abs and sinuous limbs were lurking under all his clothes.

Tracy smiled as she was wrenched from her reverie by the sudden screech of a broad-winged hawk in the distance.

Andy's eyes popped up and stared directly into Tracy's, with his eyebrows arched and a finger pointed up to the sky. He had heard it too!

"I wonder what we'll get tomorrow?!?" Tracy remarked excitedly.

Andy answered knowingly, "Well, these woods are known for the birds. I heard plenty of chatter on our ascent... I bet we can get some great shots of some of the colorful little birds this year."

"Yeah, I noticed them too!" I really hope we can see an indigo bunting, or a scarlet tanager..."

Andy responded enthusiastically, "That would be amazing! I want to get some good raptor shots too. Hopefully the hawks and falcons aren't too shy. I bet we can spot some by the ravine..."

"Do you want to turn on the bird listening app now, and let it run overnight, so we have an idea of what's out here?" Tracy asked.

"Maybe after we do our own mating dance... wouldn't want to pick up our own noises..." Andy said with a wink.

"You brought the condoms, right?" Tracy checked.

"Of course! Tomorrow, we'll have been married ten years now... I know by now that you only do it with a condom...." Then he added somewhat sullenly, "We always do it with a condom..."

He looked at her earnestly and asked, "Actually, Honey... for our anniversary, do you think we could forgo? You know, to be special?

"Oh, Silly! Of course not. Do you even know where I am in my cycle?!? It's not safe at all. And we've talked about this. Neither of us wants kids. We don't want to risk pregnancy, and I don't want anything messing with my hormones. Condoms make the most sense." She paused and thought silently to herself, "I don't think we want to revisit the vasectomy conversation this weekend..."

Andy knew that would be her answer, but he figured it was worth a try. It was their tenth anniversary, after all! And, he never told her this, but he had been fantasizing a lot recently about fucking bare. He always preferred watching porn that showed people fucking raw... especially if it ended in a massive, sloppy creampie! He should have planned ahead and brought a plan B pill with them. Maybe then, he could have convinced her to let him make his own sloppy creampie in her unprotected slit... Oh well...

"Ok, mister... I guess we've earned it. We have a lovely fire, a beautiful night breeze, and, now, even some glittering stars."

"Yes, Hon. Let's make love under the stars!" He leaned in for a kiss.

She returned his kiss, parting her lips to allow his tongue to dip into her mouth and swirl over her own sensitive tongue. She had been looking forward to this all day.

She moaned into his mouth as he reached out to fondle her breasts through her shirt. His hands made funny swooshing noises as they rubbed over the synthetic fibers of her hiking outfit, but it still felt wonderful. He started out with a very soft, teasing touch, which sent little shivers ricocheting down her body, and worked his way up to a firm squeezing action that made her heart speed up.

As they continued to make out, Andy started to unbutton her shirt, revealing her large, soft tits, which were just barely contained by her brassiere. She helped him unclasp the intervening bra and then threw it onto the ground next to her discarded shirt, allowing Andy to view her glorious chest, unobscured by a stitch of clothing. The flickering fire cast dancing shadows across her cleavage, and exaggerated the relief of her erect nipples, which stood out like pink boulders atop her alabaster mountains.

Andy began kissing along Tracy's jawline, and down her neck, causing her to gasp in anticipation. He paused briefly, and then continued his progression of little kisses, down the side of her neck. Then his lifted her chin up with a finger and began to kiss her throat, and moved down to her prominent collarbone.

At this point, Tracy thrust her chest out and pushed Andy's head down between her gargantuan breasts. He got the memo and began nuzzling the soft flesh of her bosom. He licked and suckled his way to her sensitive nipples, feeling the little goosebumps around her areola against his tongue. Tracy whimpered in anticipation and reached over and began undressing him.

First she unbuttoned and removed his shirt, revealing his cut abs and reasonably muscular, hairy chest. Then, without skipping a beat, continued down to unbutton his pants.

Andy finally reached down and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, releasing the erection that had been straining to get out for the last ten minutes. Tracy directed the now completely nude Andy to lie down on top of his sleeping bag, there on the ground, next to the tent.

She stripped her own pants off, but left her panties on for the moment, then knelt down beside him. A mischievous smile appeared on Tracy's face as she leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth.

One benefit of being married to a woman who never fucked bareback, was that she had a lot of practice using her mouth on him. Tracy gave the

best

blowjobs.

"Mmmm... you're all salty from the hike!" she exclaimed in a low, sultry voice, before returning her mouth to his sensitive glans.

He groaned in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his circumcised member, and began slowly easing his shaft into her mouth. She caressed his balls delicately with her fingertips as she lazily bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of him into her hot, wet mouth on each pass.

Andy reached out with one hand to fondle her chest some more. He loved how the weight of her soft breast felt in his hand as she leaned forward like that. From this angle, her tits seemed a size larger, and he had better access to manipulate the free-swinging boobs too.

Tracy felt him slip his other hand between her legs as he continued to massage her tingling titties. She hummed appreciatively on his cock when his fingers found the spot where her pussy lips meet, right next to the opening to her slick hole. She could feel herself lubricating as he pressed his fingers up, pushing the material of her panties against her while he continued to grind the heel of his hand against her pubic mound and rolled one of her boobs around in his other hand.

Tracy responded to her rapidly growing pleasure by ramping up the intensity of her attack on his red hot erection. She took most of length of his cock into her mouth, and swirled her tonsils and uvula over the tip. She rocked and nodded her head around him and even gagged a little as he involuntarily started pressing his cock up into her throat with subtle thrusts. "Gak, gyot, gak, gug..."

After only half a minute of this, Andy gasped, "Ok, Hon! That's enough!" as he neared the point of no return. "I can give you some more attention for a bit while I cool off."

Tracy wriggled out of her panties and tossed them onto the growing pile of discarded clothing beside them. She then sat down on the pile of clothes and laid back while opening her legs invitingly.

Andy crawled up between them and inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring her musky scent as it mingled with the aromas of campfire and bug spray. It was an unusual combination, but something about it made him feel more alive than he had in quite some time.

He first reached down with one hand and found the edge of her slit with his fingertips. He began tracing the borders of her rapidly-melting quim with an incredibly soft, teasing touch. Then he brought his other hand in and, while cupping her butt cheeks with his palms and fingers, used his thumbs to spread her warm folds, exposing her soaked interior, which glistened in the light of the campfire.

Then he leaned in and slowly set to work, exploring every ripple and dimple and bump with his tongue. She shuddered and moaned as he began to tease her swollen nub, and then sighed as he returned his attention to her sopping wet hole.

Eventually, she grabbed his shaft with her hand, and returned it to full stiffness with only a few pumps before asking, "So, where are the condoms? Are you ready?"

Andy smiled and produced a condom from the pocket of the pair of pants that lay on the ground nearby.

Tracy maintained eye contact as she opened the wrapper, placed the condom on the tip of his erection, and rolled the thin rubber casing down his sizable shaft. Then she climbed onto him and slowly began to ride him in cowgirl position.

Andy admired his wife's gorgeous tits as they swung before his face. She steadily increased the tempo of her 'mating dance.' Finally, she leaned her weight into him and began to really grind her pubic mound against his. She moaned loudly as she felt her swollen clit pressed up against his pubic bone. It was glorious not to worry about anybody hearing them rutting in the woods! She hooted and hollered and screamed, "Yes, fuck me!" at the top of her lungs, and heard the dull echo fade into the still darkness around them.

As Andy's condom-clad cock slid even deeper into her recesses, Tracy's moans became more guttural and gravelly. She growled at him, "Make me cum! I'm so close!"

Andy reached up and pushed her back a little bit with one hand on her sternum, right between her tits, while he reached out with his other hand and began lightly tracing out rapid little circles around her erect clit with his thumb, never quite touching it, but occasionally veering out of his orbit, and approaching very close to her clit, before zooming past and returning to the circular path. They called this particular move 'dive-bombing' and it almost always got her off if she was close.

...and finally, Tracy teetered off the edge and plunged into a trembling orgasm. She moaned in ecstasy and squeezed his cock with her cunt as hard as she could when she came. She had learned she could flex on purpose to add to the feeling, and it also often triggered the involuntary flexing/contractions which felt amazing for both of them.

When he felt the big squeeze, Andy paused his thrusting for a moment, so he could relish the sensation of her muscles rippling around him. He could feel her heart pounding against his hand, as her loins convulsed.

He remained motionless for the duration of her orgasm, noting her every twitch and tremor. Finally, she grinned at him and then leaned forward to kiss his face.

After a few more moments savoring her bliss and kisses, Andy began gliding on the creamy juices that leaked from her satisfied quim. He started out very slowly, first pulling his long cock nearly all the way out of her, then plunging back in at a similar pace. Within a few such strokes, he began to accelerate, until he was thrusting madly in and out of her.

When she perceived that Andy had reached a certain tempo, Tracy knew to ask, which she did in a sultry voice, "Do you want to finish in my mouth?"

Andy often opted to cum in her mouth, with absolutely nothing between his exploding cock and her hot, moist flesh. He liked feeling his cum spurt out into her body, where he could imagine it was her tight, hot cunt, and not her throat, that was receiving his spunk.

"But not tonight." he thought to himself silently, "Tonight, I want to keep fucking her pussy as I cum, and I'll just have to pretend that the condom wasn't there... The orgasm itself wouldn't actually feel

that

much better raw, would it?"

To answer her question, Andy paused his thrusting and placed his hands on Tracy's hips. Then he began to guide her body in the motion he needed around his cock. He savored the feel of her generous butt cheeks under his fingertips as he began to buck his hips once again.

After a minute, he pulled her down onto himself, and pushed all the way in, burying himself balls deep in Tracy's dripping pussy. He shuddered and pumped his load into the tip of the condom as he squeezed her round ass and grunted.

As Andy came, he imagined that, in the throes of passion, he had torn right through the condom, exposing his sensitive cock to feeling her hot, slick insides sliding directly against against him. He imagined that he was hurling his seed, unobstructed, towards her fertile womb. Not that he was ready to have a baby--not by any means!

But Andy desperately wanted to fuck his wife with nothing in between them, and fill her tight snatch until it overflowed with his creamy spunk. He wanted to feel their mixed juices spilling out onto his balls as he continued to fuck his load into her hot, gooey cunt. He wanted to hear her concerned voice, quavering with a tinge of nervousness, as she asked, "Honey? Did you just.... cum

inside

me?"

She laid down on top of him as they regained their breath. Each could feel the other's heart pounding within their chest. Andy reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing the condom tight around his shaft, he pulled out slowly. It was both fully intact, and completely full of his semen. Tracy moaned involuntarily at the sudden departure. She felt quite empty without his throbbing member lodged inside her. But she was very satisfied.

Once clear of her fertile pussy, Andy slid the condom off and threw it at the garbage bag. "Fucking condom..." he snarled, too quietly for her to hear in her dazed state, as he sealed up the garbage bag and lifted it up off the ground to suspend alongside the food bag. One should never underestimate bears in this part of the country!

Finally, they dragged the sleeping bag into the tent and they crawled in to snuggle in each others' arms as they drifted off to sleep together.

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Tracy and Andy awoke before dawn, eager to start an early morning hike to see the birds. It was always an excited feeling, like that stereotypical experience of young children waking up at 4 AM on Christmas morning. It was the same excited anticipation for them and birding: What would they get today?

Hiking was slow going with all their birdwatching gear, especially in the dark. But with their headlamps, they were able to make steady progress. Eventually, they found a little rocky outcropping overlooking a gorgeous wooded valley.

"Hey! I think this is the spot!" Tracy exclaimed.

"I think you're right" Andy agreed. "The sun will come up behind us, illuminating the trees across the way, and any wildlife we happen to spy!"

So they set to work, unloading the bags, setting up their tripods, and mounting the cameras.

The first rays of sunlight started to illuminate the view in front of them just before they finished setting up.

While range-finding with their strongest telescoping lens, Andy spied a flash of blue on a rocky outcropping across the valley. "Hey, I see a... what the heck? Oh, haha, never mind." Andy commented with a smirk like a schoolboy.

Rather than an exotic bird, he had spotted a young woman with a splash of bright blue hair. Some hippie chick out waking and baking in the woods at dawn.

"What do you see?" asked Tracy, slightly confused by Andy's excitement.

"Heh. Take a look for yourself!" Andy replied with a wide grin. He knew Tracy also appreciated ogling pretty young women. Even hooking up with them on occasion!

Tracy put her eye up to the ocular and looked at the scene revealed to her by the telescope.

"Oooh, she's smokin'!" Tracy muttered, "And tokin'!" she added, cocking an eyebrow and waiting for Andy to appreciate her wordplay.

"Nice!" he said, acknowledging her joke, "Yeah, her blue hair caught my eye. Thought it was a bird for a microsecond..."

"Oh man... It's been a while since I've smoked weed," Tracy remarked wistfully as she continued to gaze through the lens, observing the mystery girl partaking of the devil's cabbage.

"I don't think she's likely to be headed anywhere soon, if you want to go 'run into her' and see if she'll smoke you up, that's fine by me." Andy offered.