The next morning, I wake and find you sprawled on the bed next to me naked and hugging your pillow. As I slide past you off the bed, I let my hand trail down the crack of your ass and am rewarded with pleasant warmth radiating from your nether lips. On the edge of the bed, I stretch my arms to the ceiling, then stand and stumble into the small RV bathroom, penis waving before me like a blind man's stick. I rest my head against the cabinet over the toilet and push the semi-hard head of my penis towards the bowl. There's a momentary pause as some elusive signal fires into my brain, my bladder releases its cargo, and the remains of last night's beer streams forth.
When the last drops cease, I flush and wander into the tiny kitchen to make some coffee. I sit in the little kitchenette booth across the way and alternate between staring at the bright dewy morning outside the window and watching the coffee drip into the pot. The sound and smell of coffee brewing always primes my senses and this time I hear an added tinkle of water and I realize you are in the bathroom. When I hear you flush, you appear through the door still naked. I love to look at your bare breasts sway in the morning.
You walk by me to the refrigerator. I reach out and cup your mons, a single finger slipping between your lips. You scrunch your face at me. There is wetness down there. Is it pee or are you turned on? I return my fingers to my nose and smell both aromas.
You grab a coke and sit across from me. You pop the can and take that first wonderful swig.
After you swallow, your eyes drop to the very table between us. The same table upon which, the night before, you had been laying, gripping the edges for dear life while young Tommy plowed his cock into you. You stare unfocused caught in memory's grasp and then a smile races up your face. Your eyes rise to meet mine and you grin.
"What?" you ask with false innocence. You raise your coke to hide your grin. A sudden blush rises to your cheeks.
"You thinking about it too, huh?" I pause, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. When I think of you on that table, I get a smile AND a hard-on."
You grin again, "It was pretty wild, wasn't it?"
I nod my head in agreement and rise to pour some coffee. As I stir in creamer, there is a silence.
"So," I ask to break to pause, "do you want to check out that touristy village we passed through yesterday then maybe after we can hike the Sullivan trail?"
"How long is that one? I don't think I can walk that far after last night's activities."
"I think it's pretty short, maybe three, four miles."
"I can do that."
"Cool."
Less than an hour later, we pull out onto the highway on our motorcycles.
You wear a pink top with spaghetti straps over the shoulders; it shows a bit of midriff. You wear long jeans for the ride; our saddlebags carry shorts, hiking boots and other necessities. Throughout the morning as we wander the shops, I'd catch your eye and we'd share a smile. By the afternoon, on the trail, our teasing escalated to frequent touches across each other's ass. Many times, I'm tempted to take you trailside against a tree, but because the Sullivan is a shorter trail, crowds of people out are on it for an afternoon hike.
That evening when we return to the RV Park, we are pleasantly exhausted from a long day of exploring antique shops and forest paths. Yet when I look at the dried sweat across your brow, I get horny at the thought of kissing the sweat from your nakedness. I pull you in close for a kiss.
I whisper, "let's go into the bedroom, I want to make love."
You grin, "I want to shower first, I feel all dirty."
"That's the idea ..."
"Go get a shower, silly."
With a resigned sigh and a yearning ache in my balls, I grab my shower stuff and head down to the RV Park's showers. You stay to start dinner.
When I get back there's a note on the message board: "Gone for my shower. Dinner's in the oven. Be back in a bit."
I put away my shower things and begin to set the table.
You arrive a little while later, hair still damp. You wear a white button-up blouse pulled out over cute little jean shorts. I can see the dark circles of your areolas as they surround the points of your nipples. I love vacation time because you never wear a bra and I enjoy seeing your ample buxom as much as possible.
As you walk by to put your things in the bedroom, a wry smile paints your face, "guess who I saw peeking into the women's showers again."
"Tommy?" I answer.
"Yep and some friends," you answer back.
"Oh really! What happened?"
"Not much actually, they just peeked in for a few minutes. There were too many people around," you return and check the casserole in the oven, "there was quite a few of us taking showers..."
"Lucky for Tommy," I insert.
"I don't think we were much to look at, mostly middle-aged women and little girls."
"I'll bet you were the star attraction."
"Hush dear, no need to flatter me tonight;" you grab an oven mitt and pull the casserole dish from the oven, "I'm already planning on raping your bod later."
"Cool, do I get tied up too?" I said, sitting down at the table, only half-joking.
"Tied up, tied down, maybe even hold your face down with my crotch, whatever it takes baby."
"Promises, promises", I love when you talk trashy and in control.
My cock begins to swell in my shorts, "I've noticed playing the exhibitionist jacks up that your panty temp, doesn't it?"
"Something to drink, dear?" you smile, ignoring me.
"Water's fine."
You sit down with the water and your wine cooler.
"When I came out of the showers, I ran into Tommy. I hope you don't mind, but I invited him over again for later."
