Beilager Point Pt 02 The Bedding

Beilager Point - The Bedding

Author's note: This is the second and final story about a unique place called Beilager Point. While this story can stand on its own, the main characters were introduced in the first story titled Beilager Point - Virgin paradise. I think you will find that you will be able to follow along better if you read the first story before you get into this one. Open your mind and experience the beauty of Beilager Point along with the characters in the story.

"Hi, sorry I couldn't answer the phone. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you," the female voice on the phone announced.

"Hey Mrs. H, this is Jake. Sorry to call so early, but I wanted to catch you before you went to work. Please give me a call as soon as you can. I have some news I want to share." I set the phone down on the kitchen table, my bare foot tapping the ground nervously.

"Hey," a sexy voice whispered in my ear. "She will call back. Just relax." I could feel her tender lips kiss down my neck and over my bare shoulders. I lifted her beautiful face to mine and our lips met, tenderly at first but soon turning passionate.

I first met my beautiful fiancé Jennifer in college and quickly discovered that we were soul mates. While we had been dating for over a year, we both decided that we would remain abstinent, at least for as long as we possibly could. Not that we both weren't completely ready, maybe more than ready to explore the intimacy of each other. We just decided that it would be more special if we waited. You see, Jen was a virgin, and after hearing all about this special place called Beilager Point, she wanted to experience the magic of losing her virginity up there, surrounded by nature. We will get into that in a little bit...back to where I left off.

Jen's delicate hands and lips were only making me more nervous. I looked over at the phone laying on the table, praying it would ring. I desperately needed an interruption right now. My body was literally shaking, my boxers ballooning. Damn, this woman had a way of charging me up sexually. I wanted so badly to see her naked for the first time, experience the treasures that lie beneath her cotton panties.

Before I could protest, Jen swung her leg over me and sat in my lap facing me. She lifted her t-shirt and pressed her naked breasts to my chest. She gently moved from side to side, sliding her hard little nipples over my chest as our lips met for a sensual kiss. "Let me fuck you," she pleaded as her hips ground against me. "I can't wait any longer. I need you inside me."

"We have to wait," I nervously responded. "Please, only two more days. It will be so much more special. Trust me, there is nothing I would rather do right now than rip your clothes off and enjoy your sexy little body. Please Jen. I promise you will thank me."

Jen did the whole pouty lip thing as her hips gyrated and rocked. I could feel her panty covered pussy pressing hard against the rigid pole inside my boxers, forming around its shape, stroking it. Jen leaned back against the table, took hold of my hands and pressed them into her generous breasts. "Well then," she moaned. "At least play with these so I can cum."

I just watched her face, her eyes closed tightly, her smile slowly morphing as the pleasure was building deep inside her hot little body. All the while, my hands and fingers pressed and pulled on her gelatinous breasts. "Kiss it," Jen moaned as her hand lifted her breast, presented me with a nipple.

I gently touched my lips to her anxious nipple, applied a single peck. She moaned. "Harder." This time my lips gently formed around the hard bud, pulled the wanton nipple into my mouth as my tongue carefully circled. "Harder," she moaned. My lips formed a tight bond, my mouth created suction, my tongue pressed the captured flesh to the roof of my mouth, my teeth gently closed , scraped against her sensitive nipple. Her moans deepened as they grew louder.

I reached my hands around her soft body, gently slid them down her back, over the soft cotton panties. My fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her cute little butt as I pulled her body tighter against my throbbing dick, my hips began to rock beneath her weight. Her moans turned to cries. Her body tensed. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Her body convulsed and spasmed. I couldn't hold off any longer. My body jerked against hers as my arms wrapped around her, held her tight.

"Did you cum," Jen's gentle voice asked as she gave me a sensual kiss. She leaned back, studied both of our clothed crotches, blushed. "I guess you did," she said with a smile. "Your underwear are almost as wet as mine."

We just sat there, holding each other for a few minutes before Jen climbed off my lap. "Want a taste?" She said as she turned and bent, wiggling her butt seductively in my face. Her fingers explored the wetness of her panties, not just the crotch, the whole backside. "OMG," she said. "If you can make me this wet without actually touching me, I can't wait to see what happens when this thing gets inside me." She bent down and kissed the large wet spot in the front of my boxers. "Just a finger," she pleaded. "Just one finger inside my pussy. I just need to know what it feels like."

I gave those cute wet panties a little spank just as the phone rang. Jen slid her butt onto the table, pushed her knees out wide and put her feet on my knees. Her baby blue panties proudly displayed her camel toe in the center of the large dark wet spot that encompassed the entire crotch. Since we first met, I had always made of point of not touching or even looking at her naked pussy. This was the first time that I was able to see the outline of her vulva, the shape of her pussy. Sure, it was covered, but the saturated cotton material did little to conceal its beauty. Jen seductively traced a finger up and down the wet camel toe. "Don't let me distract you," she teased.

"Hey, Mrs. H," I said as I answered the phone, at the same time giving Jen a look. "I am going to put you on speaker phone," I said as I clicked the phone and Jen slipped into the chair next to me.

"Hey Jack," Mrs. H interjected. "I am so sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation. If you and Brian had only gone to the same college like I wanted..."

"I understand," I joked. "Just because he is your son, I always knew you liked him better." Mrs. H laughed.

"So, I want to introduce you to my finance Jen, she is sitting right here."

"OMG," the voice on the other end of the phone screeched. "Congratulations! We need to hang up and do a Skype call. I want to see her."

My eyes scanned the area, Jen was topless, both of us were sitting in wet underwear, and there was a wet slick on the kitchen table where Jen had been sitting. "Uh, maybe another time."

"Hi Jen," Mrs. H said in an excited tone. "When do I actually get to meet you?"

"Well," Jen replied nervously. "That's actually why we called. Since we first met, Jake has been talking about a special place called Beilager Point. He also shared a little bit about the last time he was up there, with you. We were hoping you could get away for a week, help us celebrate Brian and Jake's graduation and our engagement. I know how much it would mean to Jake. It would mean a lot to me as well. I really want to meet this incredible mentor Jake is always talking about."

"Uh..." the voice on the phone seemed concerned. "Mentor? How much did Jake tell you?"

"Enough to know that you are incredibly special to him," Jen responded with a smile. "That makes you incredibly special to me."

"Well, it just so happens that I have a scheduled week off starting the day after tomorrow." Mrs. H responded, her voice sounding excited.

"Perfect," I interjected. "We will pick you up around nine. Oh, and don't worry about packing to heavily, it is Beilager Point after all."

After I hung up the phone, Jen stood up, looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I can see how important Mrs. H is to you. I think she will love the little surprise we have planned for her. God, I can't wait to actually make love to you."

We kissed passionately for several minutes before Jen slid back onto the table, lay back and spread her legs wide. "Just one little kiss, please."

I leaned over, pressed my face to her crotch, and carefully pressed my lips to her wet panties. She pushed against my lips and said, "A little tongue please."

I pressed my tongue into the crevice of her camel toe as her hips gyrated and pushed against me. Moments later, I pulled back, disregarding her pleas to continue. "You had better go take a cold shower," I kidded. "Things are getting pretty messy down there."

"Jerk," Jen responded with a big grin. "I will take a shower, but it won't be a cold one. Just remember when you hear the moans caused by the hand held shower massager, that it could have been your tongue that caused them." She slipped her hand over he wet crotch and let out an exaggerated moan before turning to walk away.

I looked down at my boxers, the large tent, the wet spot. "Two more days," I said quietly. "Just two more days."

Jen and I decided that it would be best if she didn't spend the night at my place again until after we returned from our camping trip. As much as she teased me, I think she wanted to wait just as much as I did. The next day, we got all of our stuff packed and we made some follow-up phone calls to make sure everything was set. We both wanted this trip to be perfect.

When we finally got to Mrs. H's house, Jen jumped out of the car, ran to Mrs. H and gave her the biggest hug. That moment was so special. The two women I admired the most in this world had finally met and were embracing like they were longtime friends who hadn't seen each other in many years. They just connected.

"Where is all the camping gear?" Mrs. H asked as she set her pack in the back of the SUV.

"Oh, its already up there," I responded coyly. "I just figured it would be easier if we didn't have to pack everything in and get setup tonight. I wanted to give the two of you more time to get to know each other.

Mrs. H and Jen jumped in the back seat, and I got behind the wheel. As I drove up the windy mountain road, I kept peeking in the rear-view mirror to see how things were going in the back. The two ladies were so immersed in their conversation, they never noticed me. They were holding hands, and laughing, occasionally even blushing. I just hoped that Jen wouldn't accidentally spoil the surprise.

By the time we completed the long hike up to the camp, the sun was getting pretty low in the sky. As we entered the clearing, we could see a roaring fire and three tents. Mrs. H looked at me and asked who else was here. I explained that I had invited my father and Brian. She spotted the two of them in front of the fire. She started to ask something, and I just pressed my finger to her lips and told her that we would explain everything once we got settled in.

"Where do I sleep?" Mrs. H asked after we had greeted the other two campers.

"That tent," I responded as I pointed to one of the tents where Jen had already dropped her stuff.

"But..." Mrs. H started to ask a question before I interrupted.

We all got our stuff settled into our tents. Mrs. H and Jen in one, Brian and I in one and my father in the third. We sat around the campfire enjoying the dinner that had been prepared by Brian and my father, then it was time to spill the beans.

I pulled out a bottle of wine and some glasses, offered a toast to Brian and my successful graduation from college. I held my glass up a second time and said, "I want to make a special toast to everyone here tonight. Tomorrow, Jen and I are getting married, and we wanted the most important people in our lives to share that moment with us."

"Oh wow!" Mrs. H exclaimed with glee. "But what about Jen's family? Shouldn't they be here as well?"

"We will get together with them after we get back," Jen responded. "We talked to them and explained the situation. They didn't feel up to the hike and certainly didn't want to sleep in a tent. They are fine with our decision. Besides," Jen said with a blush, "I don't think they would be open to this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing," Mrs. H asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"The bedding ceremony," I responded as I held Jen's hand tightly. "We want to have a traditional bedding ceremony immediately following the wedding ceremony. Brian will officiate the wedding ceremony down by the lake, then we will all come up here, and, well, consummate our marriage."

"Oh my," Mrs. H said in a soft tone as she put her hand to her mouth and looked over at Jen. "And you are okay with that?"

"I am not only okay with it," Jen responded with a big smile. "I can't wait. This big hunk refuses to even look at my naked body, let alone touch me down there. It will be so special to have all of you as witnesses to that magical moment."

Mrs. H smiled, that angelic glow that I hadn't seen in years returning to her face. "And you are spending the night in my tent because you are afraid of the temptation? This place really does bring out that raw sexual emotion."

"Actually," Jen replied, pausing to wipe a tear from her cheek. "I want you to be my mentor tonight. Jake told me all about this place, the special mentorship he received. Since I am still a virgin, I, no we, were hoping that you could teach me the ways of love."

With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. H stood up, took Jen by the hand, and hugged her tightly. They turned toward me, both of them glowing like angels, then walked hand-in-hand to the tent without speaking another word.

My dad and Brian just chuckled as Brian motioned toward my tenting crotch. "Don't get any ideas tonight. Maybe I should just bunk with your dad." They both laughed.

I sat by the fire late into the night, long after the others had all turned in. I could hear the sounds of passion coming from that special tent. It wasn't just Jen's voice I heard. Both of these perfect women were deep in the thralls of love. My mind drifted back to that first time I saw Mrs. H, so close to this very spot. The first time I saw her naked body. The first time I touched her intimate nakedness. The moment I first became a man. I remembered how deeply I loved her.

I pictured a naked Jen, imagined her intimate body parts. I envisioned the two women I love touching each other, pleasuring each other, sharing the special bond between virgin and mentor. Mrs. H would be Jen's first intimate love, just as she was mine. I could feel the emotion fill my body, begin to peak as the sounds emanating from the tent most certainly signaled the impending climax of these two beautiful women. The sexual energy that pulsed through my body was a sure indication that my climax would coincide with theirs, yet there was no hardness between my thighs, no imminent ejaculation. This was completely spiritual. The only release from me at that moment were tears, tears of joy, tears of love.

I crawled into my sleeping bag, whispered a heartfelt goodnight to my two special lovers and drifted off to sleep. The best sleep of my life.

By the time I woke up the next morning, everyone else had already had their breakfast. My dad was just finishing cleaning things up. "Your breakfast is in the tinfoil next to the fire," he said as he gestured in that general direction.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"The girls said they were going for a bath and a little tanning time. They asked Brian to escort them, something about it being his duty to protect the virgin girl," dad responded with a questioning look on his face and a shrug of his shoulders. "I have to say," he added with a smile. "Those girls decided that this would be a clothing optional day. Damn, I haven't seen anything like that since the last time I was up here with your mother."

"She sure liked it up here, didn't she," I said. "I have such good memories of this place."

"She sure did," dad responded. "We actually came up her more than you were aware. Remember all those weekends you spent at grandma's?"

"I do," I responded as I lovingly punched his shoulder. "I always wondered why the two of you never had tan lines."

"Can I ask a personal question?" Dad asked. "Did Liz really bring you up here, like, as a mentor?"

"She did," I proudly responded. "She is an incredible woman. I kind of think she felt like she owed it to mom to look after me."

"Yes she is," dad responded. "I always had a thing for Liz. Have you ever noticed the glow on her face when she is up here? Your mother used to have that same glow. Do you think Liz could ever be interested in a pudgy old slob like me?"

"Well," I said. "Considering the fact that she is walking around naked in front of you, she must not be completely turned off. Come on dad, ditch those clothes and live a little. This place is all about getting back to nature. What better way to do that then to strut your stuff for the world to see."

My dad just chuckled, but I could see that he was giving the idea some thought. A few minutes later, Brian came back to camp and announced that it was time. He walked my dad and me down to the lake and told us where to wait. I was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, nothing overly fancy, but certainly not something one would expect to see in the wilderness. I wasn't sure what Jen would be wearing, she wanted to surprise me.

Brian started humming "Here Comes the Bride" and I turned to face the lake. The most stunning woman in the world appeared, wearing a long white dress complete with train and veil. I could feel my eyes tear up. The ceremony was very short and to the point. I couldn't wait for the veil to lift so I could kiss this beautiful woman, my wife. When our lips touched, I had never felt happier in my life.

"Okay," Mrs. H interrupted. "Just a kiss. We have a bedding ceremony to get to." She took Jen's hand and walked her up the trail. Brian followed behind and carried the back of her dress. My dad and I followed close behind. Once we got close to camp, I noticed that the picnic table had been converted into a makeshift bed, complete with an air mattress and fancy sheets. I was directed to stand at the foot of the table while Mrs. H and Jen proceeded to the head of the table. My heart was pounding out of my chest.

Mrs. H carefully lifted the veil and removed it from Jen's dress. Next, the train came off. As Mrs. H slowly unzipped the back of the dress, my eyes found Jen's. I mouthed "I love you," to her. The dress slid off her tanned shoulders, revealing a sexy little lace bra. As the dress slipped down her body, a matching pair of panties were revealed. I couldn't breath, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Mrs. H instructed Jen to turn her back to me as she carefully unhooked the bra and slid the lacy panties down. Here she was, my beautiful bride, completely naked in front of me for the first time. Her skin so soft and delicate, so exposed, so seductively hidden. My breathing stopped as I waited for her to turn and reveal her whole self, the nakedness of her sexual being.

Mrs. H slowly turned Jen to face me. Her perfect body finally accessible for my eyes to take in. Mrs. H led her to the bed and helped her up, all the time being careful not to expose the private details of what lie between her legs. She helped position Jen in the middle of the table, legs together, arms by her side. She then signaled for Brian and my dad to disrobe me. To be honest, I have no idea how I got naked, I just remember the cool breeze blowing over my hard dick. My eyes never once diverted from my bride.

Mrs. H walked over, took my hand and guided me closer to the foot of the table. "May I prepare your bride to receive you?" She asked.

I just nodded. Mrs. H gently pushed Jen's knees apart, presenting me with the most incredible view of my wife's most intimate parts. Starting with her feet, Mrs. H kissed and caressed her naked trembling body, first up one leg, then down the other, coming teasingly close to her vulva, but not actually touching her there. Then she started kissing just above her mons and slowly made her way up and around her breasts. Her neck and face followed, and then she touched her lips to Jens as she stroked her face.