My wife and I have been avid outdoor enthusiasts all of our lives. We spend as much time outdoors as possible, especially in the summer, and as far away from the crowds as we can get with our holiday trailer.
As well as the usual hiking, fishing, and nature enjoyment, cooking is among our favourite activities while in the wild (at home as well, when time allows). The offerings that have been created in a grove of spruce trees, could be served in any world class restaurant. Seven course meals enjoyed by candle and moon light, with romantic music supplied by bullfrogs, crickets, and a whole orchestra of some of natures finest musicians.
Lynn and I love to show off our forte when friends accompany us, and it never ceases to amaze me, that people think that these offerings need a full blown gourmet kitchen to prepare. Of course, consuming the fruits of our labours is the greatest pleasure of all!
It was on one of these excursion that we shared our time and talents with our friends, Sean and Cindy, back in the high country on the shore of a tiny secluded lake. It was a long weekend which made the trip worth it for the time we would spend there.
It was on the Saturday afternoon when the fun started. We leisurely puttered away at the evening meal, while enjoying the clean air and the hot summer sun, not to mention a few coolers to quench the thirst. The women had decided to take advantage of the seclusion and wore precious little to hide their bodies. Lynn wore a yellow halter top, terry shorts and sandals. Cindy sported a loose fitting white cotton short sleeve blouse, tied at the bottom of her breasts, and pair of cut-offs. Of course, bras were too hot for the summer heat.
Cindy had the top three for four buttons of her blouse open, and I just couldn't resist tossing a peanut. Yes; it was good for two points. Cindy calmly reached in and pulled out the nut, dropping it into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few seconds, then a couple of crunches and it was gone.
"I love peanuts, Josh, got any more?"
"By the bag," I replied "how many would you like?"
"One, at a time." Her coy smile told me that she was enjoying this game. We continued playing toss and retrieve while Lynn and Sean gave the play by play. They included the cheering of the crowd when the shots were successful, and the ""aaahhhs"" when the peanuts went amiss.
"Sean." Lynn suddenly interrupted. "You wanted to see how we do the ribs before they go in the oven. We need to look after that or we won't be eating until well after dark. While Sean and I are doing that, why don't you sports fans come up with something for desert?"
Our game was at intermission, with neither side on the losing end of the score. As Cindy got up, I noticed that a couple more of her buttons had come undone and here globes were right there for my viewing pleasure.
Lynn took Sean's hand and they headed off to our "outdoor" kitchen back in the trees.
"Got any ideas for desert?" Cindy said smiling as I was still admiring her nipples, which were now standing out from our game, and the attention.
I stammered out something as I gathered my wits. I was some what dazed, partly from the alcohol, partly from standing up too quickly in the heat. Cindy smiled even more and continued from where my thoughts of her breasts left off.
"They have been had for desert before, and I am sure that any one who has sampled them will agree that they are sweet." I felt that stirring within me as I treasured the moment, only HOPING that it could actually happen.
"A connoisseur of fine deserts would rate them highly," I complimented her with as much class as I could muster, "a delicacy to be sure." I brought myself quickly back to reality so as to accomplish the task at hand, that being, desert for supper.
We went into the trailer, and started brainstorming ideas of things that would be a fitting conclusion to the exquisite meal that was planned. We sorted through the various fruits, puddings and cakes that were in the pantry, any one of which would have sufficed.
"How about a little of everything?" Cindy suggested as she ran her fingers over the fruit. I almost fainted as she took hold of a banana. "It could be a meal in itself," she continued, "with all of the major food groups represented!"
I have made a lot of deserts in my day, but this is one idea I have never thought of. I nodded my approval, and when I looked at her, my eyes were drawn to her two cherries poking through her shirt.
"You are in no condition to cook right now" she said. "You need some stress relief." She undid the knot in her blouse and opened it, allowing me full view and access to her beautiful breasts.
The instant thought of Lynn and Sean stopped me in the middle of running my fingers over her left nipple. "What about the other two chefs?" I asked, almost nervously.
"Don't worry about them." Cindy was confident as she continued. "I will put money on the fact that they are cooking up something a little special on their own. Want to check?"
"Sure" I replied. "That would be exciting, too!"
We quietly slipped back out the door, and sneaked behind the two trailers. From there it was just a couple of big spruce trees to a vantage point where we could observe the "kitchen".
Cindy was right. Lynn had one hand stirring the sauce on the camp stove, and the other hand down the back of Sean's swim suit. Lynn's halter top was already down around her waist. The two of them turned sideways to face each other, and we watched as Sean tweaked one of my wife's nipples. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept his lips and tongue.
A few seconds later, Lynn broke the kiss and asked Sean to sample the sauce. With that, she picked up the stirring spoon again, filled it with sauce, and offered it to his mouth.
"Is it hot?" he asked.
"Luke warm, right now. It will be hot the next time we check, though." With those words, Sean gently bumped Lynn's arm, spilling the sauce on her breasts. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mocked "Let me clean that up." With that he lowered his mouth to my wife's globes and slowly licked at the sauce. All she could do was moan and close her eyes in pure ecstasy!
"We need to get back," Cindy whispered in my ear, "or I am going to finger myself right here and now!"
