Paul's big shirt enveloped me as I snuggled up against him in front of the campfire. He gave me his shirt to put on over my one-piece swimsuit. We lived in our swimsuits that weekend, except at night when I, at least, would need extra warmth. The men seemed to keep warm through beer. Through deep breaths I inhaled Paul's spicy aftershave along with an exotic wisp of the tropics from the sun tan lotion on my companions and the carefree scent of beach sand and sea salt. I whimpered with a sigh as Paul's arms squeezed me.
The whole weekend went wonderfully. Thanks to some dainty wives who preferred the spa to camping ,I had three men waiting on me for two days. Paul, my husband, loved to camp and play in the sea. Our two friends, Jeff (a dark haired stout 5"8" machinist with strapping arms and impressive pecks) and Frank (a tall lanky fellow with blond hair, a pretty-boy smile, and a sharp sense of humor that helped him sell art) hosted our little camping excursion.
So it was that I, being the only woman in a group of three men, got treated like royalty all weekend. Paul's attentiveness always felt good, but it was also nice to be the object of attention of three men and to flirt harmlessly with trusted male friends over scrambled eggs or hot dogs. This last night of the weekend proved magical as we slipped out of our swimsuits and skinny dipped together in the lake. Afterward, a slight overdose of beer and roasted marshmallows gave our campfire a sparkling, almost mystical, quality. We glowed in each other's company as the flames of the campfire flickered across our bodies.
My toes dug in the sand raking little lines, but utterly failing to create any sort of coherent design and getting sand trapped between my toes in the process. Jeff and Frank, both shirtless, well-tanned, and relaxed, enjoyed their beers while they poked the fire. Paul began to cup my breasts as he kissed my head.
Paul leaned in and asked, "Do you want to go to bed?" I purred my positive response and we clumsily arose. "See you guys in the morning. We all have tomorrow off from work, but we still have to be able to get out of here by eleven, so don't stay up too late drinking beer."
"Who us?" Frank asked.
"Beer, what beer? I don't see any beer" Jeff joked before gulping down the remainder of his mug.
"Goodnight guys, thanks for a great weekend" I said with a smile. We strolled to our campsite next door where Paul opened the tent door and turned on one of those chemical lights that come in a green tube that you bend in half. Then he backed out of the tent and let me enter first. I pulled off the shirt he gave me and slid my swimsuit off before rolling over to my spot on the blanket. Paul closed the tent door and moved some gear around until our sleeping area was clear. Then he reclined on the blanket and removed his swimming trunks.
Paul turned to face me so we could share a gentle kiss. His hand began to explore my body. My juices flowed faster as his hands found my nipples. His lips clamped down on my left nipple while I feathered his hair between my fingers. His hand began to play with me making me even wetter as my body prepared to take him. This otherwise glorious weekend had so far been sexless because of our guests. I wanted more than just a quickie. I wanted to feel my body parts pleased over and over.
I pushed him flat on his back and let my hand travel down his body to make certain he was properly positioned before I slung my leg over him and backed myself up to his face. Grabbing his cock with both hands, I began to stroke his length as it expanded. His tongue touched me and I jumped. Then his hands gripped my ass while his lips met the moisture between my legs. I began to kiss the head of his cock while his tongue penetrated me. His saliva and my personal lubrication mixed in his mouth and inside me making me very wet. I could feel my pubic hair getting wet from the combination. My hips could still move even with him holding me in place, so I started to rub myself in little circles all over his face. By now, I wanted to feel him inside me, so I slurped up his dick into my mouth. He moaned into me as he continued to suck my clit creating a slight buzz through me that almost brought me to orgasm. My head bounced up and down over his member until I started to taste the salty cum flowing from his penis. I backed my head away and finished him off by pumping him with my hand. His cum coated my wrist and shot up into my hair. I climbed off him and turned around. He remained flat on the blankets, smiling triumphantly and breathing heavily. "That was wonderful" he whispered. I began to pull my swimsuit back on.
"Thanks, but I've got cum all over me. I'm going to the bathroom to wash off." I answered.
"OK, be careful" he advised.
"I will, sleep good" I responded as I exited the tent and zipped up the door. Luckily, the bathrooms weren't far and they were probably empty. I don't mind washing cum off of me, but it is a little embarrassing to do it in front of strangers.
Once in the bathroom, I could see the cum stuck in my hair. My ocean blue swimsuit held my curvy features in place with a remarkably sensual sense of what it was to be a woman. I'd never grace the cover of a magazine that thinks size 4 women who are straight as a beanpole from their ribs to their ankles are the perfect expression of femininity, but what did I care. Paul loved me and our two male companions obviously appreciated my proportions. I wondered how and why things had gotten so weird that people adored featureless models while I combed the cum from my sable hair in a sink full of water. I gave up after realizing that I'd never understand how skewed tastes have become and washed off my hands. I combed my hair out and admired the healthy rose color in my cheeks. "I guess sex, sun, and beer are good for your skin" I told myself before heading back to camp.
