My Wife Amy and I were fans of the outdoors and we loved to camp when given the chance. Not the rugged outdoors types, we were more into hiking and photography. Amy loves taking pictures and we have our own dark room so she can have total control in the developing and printing processes. She's been an avid photographer since she was a teenager.
We were married back in 2004 and we've been sexually exclusive since the late 90's. Over the years, as we have gotten a little more experimental in our sex life, we have taken some sexy shots of her, which she gets to see when she develops. When something really good comes out, she will print a copy for our private album. She does this very willingly and she enjoys getting naked and being photographed as long as it's just with me. All the pictures in our album were taken in the privacy of our home. That said, this trip up to the mountains was our first camping venture since we started taking pictures of Amy in the nude. I was really hoping she would be into some nature shots, but I wasn't going to push her. I was already lucky just to be with a woman like Amy. She's so sexy that it's hard to do her justice with mere words. She's one of those women that looks hot no matter what she wears. Women hate her because she stays slender no matter what she eats. She does exercise, but she's no triathlete. She's just an incredibly sexy woman. She's 5'3, olive skin with wonderful C cups and light brown nipples. Her ass has some roundness to it, which I love. Her legs are long when compared to the rest of her body. Her hair is past her shoulders and dark brown.
The woman is hot.
Oddly, she's only somewhat aware of how hot she is. I tell her all the time, but she sort of shrugs it off and says that I am clearly biased. She's right on that count, but being biased doesn't make me wrong. The woman is a walking alternative to Viagra or the like. In the words of Jagger/Richards, she could make a dead man cum.
Indeed.
Amy has really come out of her sexual shell the last few years and I did not want to take a step back by being pushy. When we first got married, she was sexually conservative. This was mostly because of her being raised by older and very religious parents. When she was in high school, her parents were in their late fifties and they were Baptists. Amy dropped religion to a degree when she left home and went to college, but she was still carrying a lot of that uptight baggage.
She was aware of it, but she said we needed to peel the layers away versus just flipping a switch.
I was like Amy's deprogrammer. Not that it was all that hard. The more we got her to orgasm, the more she was willing to try new things and the more she wanted to explore. My Wife was a very sexual being.
She's really gotten into finding new ways to enjoy climaxing and she's getting more open-minded all the time. Recently, I began giving her vaginal orgasms by working her g-spot. That has really moved our sexual station. She's also allowed me some access to her insanely sexy ass, which was always a no-no in the past. Just a little massaging, but she's been digging it.
Progress.
No way was I going to do anything to bring this recent renaissance to an end. That said, it was midsummer and we were hoping for if not expecting total privacy. The situation was certainly ripe.
We were going camping in the Adirondacks and it was an area that I knew well from my college days. I was hoping to find a few spots that I had used in the past that were far enough off the trails to give us solid privacy and almost no chance of being found or seen. There was one particular spot that had a small grassy area with a view of a small but beautiful valley. It even had quick access to a small stream that pooled up nicely at points for bathing and fishing. You needed to do a little friction climbing to get to it from the main trail, but it was in a great spot and faced this small valley. It was populated by nothing but the cast of Bambi and no hunters were allowed in the area.
I had used this spot many times back in the day with college chums and our girlfriends. It was our own little Shangri-La. It worked every time.
Amy was really psyched and she wanted both of us to take Monday off from work, so we could stay an extra day. I was very happy when she said this and we were both able to free up our Monday schedules. We were off on Friday morning at the crack of dawn. Right before I left, I went to my PC and printed out a few trail maps just to be safe. As I folded them and put them into a zip-lock bag, by inbox chimed. One of my old college friends had sent out one of those "what is everybody doing this weekend" posts and I just had to toss out my plans and brag a little.
"Heading up to the Adirondacks to hike some old trails and find some of my old camp sites. Looking forward to some peace and quiet."
I signed off and we were on our way.
Now, one of the reasons the extra day made me happy, was that I had more time alone with Amy in a beautiful setting. The other thing I liked was that we'd need to carry an extra day's worth of food and drink. That meant less space for heavy clothing. What can I say, after about seven years of marriage, I still love to watch my woman naked.
We had our car parked near the trailhead by 9am. That left plenty of time for finding and setting up camp and either exploring the forest or maybe each other.
It was about a two hour hike to the spot where we break from the established trail. I was a little unsure if I would remember the exact spot, but it ended up being really easy as my memory proved accurate.
After twenty minutes of hiking through some uncut and often rough terrain, I was very happy to find that my favorite spot was still there. It was still incredibly private. There was no sign of anybody being there any time recently and there was no hint of a pathway in any direction.
Perfect.
It was like we dropped off the face of the Earth.
It was the same little spot. A little patch of grass less than 20 by 20 and some soft ground nearby for a tent. It was like a little oasis in the forest about halfway up a small peak. I had told Amy about how beautiful and private the spot was and she was giddy upon our arrival. It lived up to her expectations.