Prologue:
August 5th, 1989
It was nearly dinner time when we got to the campground. It took another half hour to get the old canvas wall tent set up with its collection of aluminum poles that seemed like they all had to be held up at the exact same time. My girlfriend, Amy, was a real trooper, trying to hold three sets of poles up at the same time while I tried to connect the poles that went across the roof. More than once we lost the battle and had to start over in the sweltering afternoon sun. Had we gotten here earlier, we might have gotten a nice shady spot like the neighbors. Their bright yellow nylon tent was sheltered under two big oak trees, where our site had absolutely no afternoon shade at all. After the third failure, both of us were getting hot and testy. Amy demanded a break to change, and I agreed. No, we hadn't gotten the tent up yet, but that wasn't about to slow Amy down.
I met Amy one night as I was jogging along a road in the city park just down from my parents' house. She was stuck by the side of the road with a flat tire. My parents had always taught me to be a gentleman, so I put my running aside to help the VERY good looking young woman out of her predicament. Amy had a spectacularly large set of boobs encased in a thin white cotton shirt, completely unbuttoned, but held together in the front with a large knot made of the shirt-tail. Not only was a significant portion of her breast showing through the unbuttoned front, but the material was thin enough that I could easily see her dark areola and nipples through the white shirt. She had on high heels and white knee socks and a tiny red plaid skirt that was so short it barely covered the round curve of her butt. I couldn't help but notice, as I was on my knees, changing her tire, that there was a rather important undergarment missing. She had a completely shaved pussy with full round lips that were completely visible to me as I worked, and she stood next to me.
She of course noticed where my eyes were going, and as I worked, she untied the knot holding her shirt together. She fanned herself with the now completely undone shirt, waving the sides of the shirt to blow air across her bare breasts, making my dick get hard as a rock in my nylon running shorts. I was bent over, putting the spare tire in the trunk when I felt her step against me, pressing her body against my butt. Her hand slipped around my thigh and into my shorts, grabbing my dick through my briefs. I stood there while she worked the front of my briefs down inside my shorts, exposing my dick to her hand. With her hand holding my dick she offered to stop by my house after she got off work at the little topless bar outside of town. I knew the place. Most guys my age did. I also knew they were VERY strict about their girls going out with clients of the bar. They'd been closed once for prostitution because some of the girls were caught playing with the patrons in the parking lot after work. She assured me she was NOT one of those girls.
Later that night she did show up at my parents' house, and explained that she wasn't bashful about her body, and stripped completely for me right out on the back patio. She let guys look at her and for a large enough tip, touch her boobs or pussy. But she absolutely drew the line at letting guys have sex with her. She said that if I didn't mind her work, that she wouldn't mind seeing me some more. I said I thought I could handle it which pleased her. She then undressed me and made sure that I understood that the guys touching and looking at her made her VERY horny and that if we were going to be dating, I could have as much sex as I wanted.
Three months later, it was pretty clear that she was insatiable. She LOVED to be touched, licked, kissed, fingered and yes, fucked! She'd even brought home a friend one night for some "extra fun" as she put it. So it was no surprise when she completely stripped right next to the car to put on the tiny string bikini to cool off. It also wasn't a surprise when she got done and started undressing me as well. She soon had me completely naked next to the car with her on her knees in front of me, sucking and slurping on my hard dick. It didn't take her long to make me come in her mouth, greedily sucking every drop of my cum from my dick before she helped me put on the tiny speedo swimsuit she'd bought me a month before.
Dressed now in as little as was legal, we went back to work setting the tent up, getting the poles all in place on the fourth attempt. I opened the tent up and unzipped all the window coverings to let as much air into the tent as possible, knowing it was going to get darn hot darn fast. She stepped in with the sleeping bags and pillows, tossing them down before pulling her bikini bottom off and begging me to lick her pussy. She had one of the sexiest pussies I'd ever seen in person, and I was always eager to put my fingers, tongue or dick into it. She made sure I had plenty of opportunities to do just that, except of course, right before she went to work. She didn't mind letting me lick or suck her, but she didn't want me to come inside her before work. I guess leaking cum down your legs all night wouldn't be comfortable.
As with all things, there were exceptions. And there was one for this as well. One night she wanted to have sex with me, and made me come in her twice before work, promising me she'd explain after work. When she got home, she showered as usual, and then sat on my lap and explained that she had a female customer that came on certain nights and had promised a huge tip if she could give her a shot glass of cum from her pussy. Apparently that load of cum I'd left in her was enough and she got paid a spectacular hundred dollar tip for a shot glass of my cum. Considering that she only made twenty dollars a week to start with, a hundred dollars for rubbing herself until she climaxed, squeezing my cum out into that shot glass, was worth it to the customer. That tip became the beginnings of what she called our honeymoon fund. We both suspected that it wouldn't end there, but neither of us was worried about that at the moment. The only thing she was worried about was the orgasm I was quickly pushing her to.
I was busy cooking dinner on the fire pit when the neighbors came back. They were young, close to the same age as we were, with a baby that looked to be only a few months old. The guy got busy changing the baby while the wife went into their tent. I looked up past Amy and stared as the woman started to peel her white one-piece swimsuit off. She stood in full view, standing inside the tent with the door unzipped and all the windows completely open. She had her back to the road as she pulled the suit down and off. Through the gap in the door I could see her quickly dry with the towel that had been wrapped around her, spreading her legs a bit to wipe her crotch before tossing the towel aside. She stepped into a pair of shorts and pulled on a t-shirt without anything on under it. I had to admit, from what I could see, she was every bit as good looking at Amy.
"Something catch your attention?" Amy asked quietly, watching my face.
"Uh. Just the neighbors," I answered evasively. I wasn't at all sure how Amy would take me checking out another woman.
Amy twisted around in her chair as the woman took the baby from the guy, who stepped into the tent and took his suit off. "Nice cock!" she whispered. "Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that!"
"AMY!" I hissed.
"What? Can't I look? You're not jealous, are you?" she asked as she twisted back to face me in her lawn chair. "What do you have to be jealous about? You know you're the only one allowed in here," she said as she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and showed me her clean shaven lips.
"I guess it can't hurt to look," I said quietly, not wanting the young woman to notice that I was looking. In fact, I was looking at almost her entire bare tit as she nursed her baby.
Amy twisted around again and looked over her shoulder. "Nice tits. I see why you're looking," she said as she twisted back to face me. "You want me to go invite her over?
"AMY!" I hissed. "NO!"
"Well, if you change your mind," she said with a giggle, knowing she was teasing me intentionally.
I continued to cook dinner, watching the young woman nurse her baby. She switched sides, allowing her breast to be completely exposed for several seconds. Her areola and nipple were dark, almost brown. A stark contrast to her otherwise lightly tanned skin. I could see there was just a tiny bit of a tan line around her chest, which made me wonder how often she pulled the top of her suit down to tan. I finished cooking and Amy and I ate dinner. We headed down to the river to cool off, not coming back until well after dark.
The neighbors were already in bed by the time we returned. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. We walked into the camp site and Amy stripped her suit off and hung it over one of the tent poles, the bright moonlight of the nearly full moon making her skin glow a blueish tint. She stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me. "You know what I like most about camping?" she asked in a soft whisper.
