At fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I don't it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6' frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.
A few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt....you name it. Along the way we have met a few couples doing the same kind of thing, enjoying the great outdoors and time together at the same time, and a few have become very good friends.
It was the third morning of a trip that Mary and John had planned. It was a bit of a surprise to get the invite since it was supposed to be our turn to plan the next outing, a duty usually passed around on a rotating basis. But as expected Mary had done her homework and picked an incredible out of the way location. We went to bed last night on the side of a mountain overlooking a western range, the sun turning the sky burnt orange as it slowly sunk behind the peaks. The night insects and tree frogs provided a gentle chorus and helped to mute the sounds of lovemaking from the other two tents as my wife and I crawled into ours naked.
There is just nothing quite like making love in a two man tent with little room to move. Your positions are limited, as are your motions, which leads to an interesting arrangement of actions and positions you might not consider for your large comfortable bed. As I lay panting, snuggling my wife's sexy and sweaty body, I wondered if we were as noisy to the others as they seemed to us.
Morning dawned as early as it always does on any mountain, with the sound of birds chirping in the pines and the sun filtering through the branches. I yawned and gave my wife's still naked, sexy tits a kiss before crawling out of the tent as naked as she was. I used our tent to shield myself from the others while I pulled on a pair of workout shorts and then stepped into the pair of flip-flops I liked to use around camp. I looked around, and to my surprise, saw Mary squatting by the fire, staring right at me. I had absolutely no doubt that she has seen me standing there naked with my normal morning woody. She had on a long t-shirt, but with her facing me and her knees spread wide it was an easy view up the bottom of her shirt to her pussy, which looked to be freshly shaved.
With Mary and her husband, John, there is no doubt who wears the pants in that relationship; although Mary's soft manner tends to hide her dominating spirit. She will look at you with her smiling green eyes, framed with her always curly brown hair, and you simply know you will be doing whatever she says. In her forties Mary is quiet and subdued, until you cross her. Only then does her sharp intellect and tongue come out to greet you. She is not quite as slender as I'm sure she was in her youth, and her husband is a bit heavier, although from what I have seen it's all muscle.
I did have the chance to see Mary mostly naked once, accidently walking up on her while she was peeing in the bushes. She made sure to give me a good look before walking over to me, her pants still around her thighs, and undoing my belt. She had my cock out and stroked hard in no time before giving me a wet kiss on the lips and then walking away, leaving both of us hanging. Since that time she has teased me mercilessly with periodic, extremely brief, flashes of her tits or pussy. But never have I seen her whole body naked at once. Not that I don't want to... I mean she is pretty damn hot.
She smiled and waved me over, which served to snap me back to the present, making sure to hold her knees apart as I moved closer.
"Morning, enjoying the view?" She asked innocently as I sat down across from her.
"Yeah, it seems particularly enticing this morning for some reason."
She smiled and winked at me before dropping to her knees to cover herself when she heard a tent zipper. It wasn't long before the entire camp was up and moving around. The morning chores included breakfast and a quick camp cleanup before we settled around the lightly smoking fire to decide the day's activities.
"So, anyone know what today is?" Mary asked the group in general.
"July fourteenth, I think." Mark responded quickly. "Why, it isn't your birthday is it?" He joked.
In stark contrast to Mary and John are Mark and Christa who are in their thirties, very athletic, and if allowed to, will push our physical limits pretty far. Thin and fit, they have done much more ambitious climbs than I will ever attempt. Mark is your typical athletic type and his wife is really easy on the eyes; about five six and only a hundred forty pounds or so, most of that in her chest, I think. While I haven't ever seen her naked, I have had the pleasure of seeing her in some pretty skimpy bikini's that her easily 38 D chest was trying hard to fall out of. Her blond hair and gentle blue eyes give her a Barbie-doll look, but she has the spirit of a redhead. She loves a stimulating conversation and will debate almost any topic. I have enjoyed many a discussion with her as we hiked up trails, usually calling it a draw by the time we reached our camp site.
"Oh I wouldn't quite say it's my birthday. But it is a special day." Mary said from her spot where she was sitting on a small log we had pulled into camp. "It's National Nude Day, and I think we should all go naked today to celebrate it!" she concluded.
"You're kidding right?" Nancy, my wife, asked with an incredulous look on her face.
"No, I'm serious it is National Nude Day." Mary responded, her face as serious as can be.
"But someone might see us naked!" Christa piped up.
"Well first off, there isn't anyone else around her for miles, and second off, what are you worried about? Those bikini's you wear don't exactly cover a hell of a lot." Mary retorted with a smile. "You don't really think that the guys can't tell what's under them after you get wet do you? I mean that white one is completely see through at times."
"Well, Mark got me that one, and no I didn't know that." She replied, her face red with embarrassment as she looked at her husband, who looked back with a sheepish, almost guilty look. "No wonder he doesn't allow me to wear it in public."
"Like we're not public?" I asked with a laugh, wishing I had paid better attention the last time she wore that tiny white one. My wife reached across and slugged me, but not too hard, on the shoulder, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"But naked in front of each others husbands?" Christa asked, looking around.
"Sure, but don't forget, they'll be naked too. And I for one and looking forward to seeing what's hiding in a pair of shorts or two!" Mary said with a grin. "So who's up for it, so to speak?" She finished, laughing at her own pun.
"I'm not so sure this is a good idea." My wife mumbled, as though hoping it would all go away.
"Well, I for one am going to!" Mary said, standing up and skimming her t-shirt off, leaving her standing completely naked in front of all of us. Now who's going to join me?"
