Escape to the mountains for a week of camping sounded great – hot summer weather in the city was getting a bit trying. The thought of no phones, plenty of outdoor distractions and relaxing evenings was a great alternative. The only question was whether we could wait until we got there. We left on a Wednesday to get a jump on the weekend rush that locks you out of the best spots. After the 2 hours of prep and packing followed by a 3-hour drive, we finally arrived at our first choice destination ready to shake the remnants of city life from our memories. The campground held less than 20 sites that were spread out and fairly secluded from each other. We found ourselves able to secure sites that were back-to-back or 1 site away. The site we ended up with was one of a few sites situated right along the river. With the gentle sounds of water rushing over the rocks providing the soothing background music, we set-up camp. We had one site next to us that was already taken, but we had not seen the occupants since we got there.
With the sun setting and the warmth of the summer air whispering through the trees, all three couples sat down for a relaxing dinner cooked over the grill. We brought plenty of libations to help get us in the mood for some relation – and it was doing the trick. With the campfire roaring, a couple of bottles of wine down and a few pints of Guiness consumed, we were all getting a little sleepy - and it was only 9PM!!
We headed to bed shortly after the start of quiet time of 10PM, looking forward to some exploration of the area the next day. As we headed off to bed, the campsite next door showed some signs of life with a fire burning and camp lights illuminating the screened in picnic area they had set-up. It was too late to meet them, so we slid into bed looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.
We were exhausted and a little buzzed so sleep came easily. It did not take long for Marti or I to fall asleep – maybe 20 minutes. Sometime in the middle of the night (or so it seemed) I stirred and realized that Marti was getting out of the tent to the bathroom. After what must have been 20 minutes, I still had not noticed Marti come back. After feeling around the tent for her and my shoes, I got out to make sure she didn’t get lost or eaten. As I popped my head out, I noticed that our neighbors still had their fire burning and lights on. Looking at my watch I noticed that it was a little after 1 AM. No loud noises came from their site, but there was definitely some activity going on over there. Would Marti have stopped there to chat?? That would be pretty strange. As I started to walk towards the bathroom, I noticed that the site next to us we quiet for a reason – in the shadows I thought I could see a woman giving a guy a blow-job! This was something I had to see better!
As I drew near, I could see the woman’s head bobbing feverishly with her hands working the guy’s balls and jerking him off. Her companion had his hands on her head, guiding it deeper down his shaft. I couldn’t make out any of the details clearly, but the silhouettes left little to imagine. She must have been doing incredible things with her tongue because her man was writhing in his chair, tilting his head back letting out moans of pleasure. He was close!
