No sooner had I secured the tent and got my belongings inside than what had been a light rain suddenly turned into a downpour. Fall weather! The temperature must have dropped ten degrees and the wind had picked up big time. It was a good thing I decided to camp here after seeing that rain cloud. No way could I have made it those last few miles down the mountain to the parking lot where I had left my car.
My name is Paul Rogers and my recreation is hiking, a sport my wife hates. About once or twice a month I load my stuff into a big backpack and head out alone into the wilderness for a long weekend of fun.
Fortunately this Sunday evening I had decided to set up my tent on a hilltop several miles from where I had parked my car on Friday and now I was in my sleeping bag warm and comfortable listening to the rain pounding the tent. I remembered my Mom when I was a child tucking me in bed on a cold night and saying I was "as snug as a bug in a rug." Well, I felt that way now.
I'm forty years old, happily married, a very successful broker, and I have a handsome pair of twin boys in high school. I felt very lucky as I lay warm and comfortable thinking about my life. Suddenly my peaceful reverie was shattered by a loud female voice spitting out epithets like a drunken sailor.
I hastily turned on my lantern and raised the tent flap to look out. I saw a water soaked and very angry gal, wet hair streaming down over her face. She dropped a soggy backpack on the ground and knelt down in the pouring rain by my tent.
"Jesus," she said. "Everything I have is soaking wet. I tried to jump that damn stream back there when the rain started and I fell in. Shit! I'm freezing!"
"Get under this tent flap," I said, propping up the flap with a pole.
"At least you're out of the rain," I added.
"Yeah and freezing my ass off," she said, shivering. "Jesus it's cold."
"I have a towel if you want to dry off."
"A towel won't do any good the way I'm soaked," she said. "I gotta get out of these wet clothes and I got nothing dry to put on."
She started unbuttoning her shirt and then looked at my lantern.
"Turn that damn thing off. I'm gonna get naked."
I turned off the lantern and watched in the dim light as she continued to take off her wet clothes. Flashes of lightning from time to time revealed a very attractive body in various stages of undress. She was about my age, but I couldn't tell much more than that. After her clothes were off I handed her the towel and she dried herself, crouching under the tent flap and shivering in the cold.
"Get in this sleeping bag," I said. "You're freezing!"
She crawled into my warm sleeping bag. I usually slept naked and tonight was no exception. Grabbing the tent pole I zipped the flap closed as she snuggled up against my warm body.
"Damn that feels good," she said. "Thank you!"
She snuggled closer and I felt a pair of very cold tits press against my chest. She put her cold belly against mine and tangled her long legs with mine to get heat from my body. I put my arms around her to warm her up. We lay together quietly for several minutes as her naked body slowly gained heat. It was at least ten minutes before she stopped shivering and felt warm in my arms. Finally she spoke.
"Well I guess I can't blame YOU for THAT," she said with a chuckle. "It's MY fault, not yours."
It was only then that I realized that I had developed a throbbing erection, which was pressing tightly against her belly.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself," she said. "I'm Pricilla Foster, usually known as Prissy. I live in Woodsville with my husband and two daughters. My girls go to Woodsville High."
"I'm Paul Rogers," I said. "My wife Liz and I have twin boys who also go to Woodsville High."
"I'll be damned!" Prissy said. "You mean Harry and Larry? The twins that have a line of girls following them around the school?"
I nodded, my face close to hers in the dark. I hadn't realized that my boys had a female following.
Suddenly she rubbed her belly against mine and my hard cock rolled as she moved. Then she laughed softly.
"I guess it's true what the girls at school say," Prissy said.
"What's true?" I asked.
"The word is out that Harry and Larry are hung like stallions. And if what I'm feeling against my belly is hereditary then they certainly are."
I began to apologize hastily and pulled back so my erection wasn't pressing against her.
She grabbed my hips and pulled me close to her again, laughing.
"You have nothing to apologize for. A woman strips down buck naked and crawls in bed with you and shoves her beaver up close and any real man is gonna respond. And from what's pressing on my belly I can feel that you are a REAL MAN!"
She seemed interested in my dick, which was obviously interested in her. It felt very comfortable against her belly. I rubbed my hand down her back to her waist and then cupped her ass. It was a nice ass.
Suddenly, she just took charge! She reached up and grabbed my cheek and turning my head she gave me a big wet kiss. Then she rolled on her back, spread her legs and pulled me between them. She reached down and guided me into her and then slammed that beaver up against me, took me deep with a grunt, and started pumping her ass.
"God that thing is big!" Prissy said, as we started to fuck in the pitch-black darkness.
THAT was a surprise, I thought. I hadn't even seen her face in daylight and suddenly I was fucking the bitch.
There was thunder and lightening and the heavy rain droned steadily down on the tent, as we fucked comfortably and steadily like an old married couple. Prissy grunted as she pumped her hips and she was a screamer. As I felt her contractions start I heard a loud scream that pierced the dark and deserted wilderness like the cry of a banshee. That pussy got real tight and squeezed out my juice. We rested a bit and then fucked again and we were both dripping in sweat when we finally went to sleep, the rain still pounding the tent.
I awoke the next morning with bright sunlight shining through a couple of small vinyl windows on the tent. The rain had long ago stopped. I rose up on my elbow and looked down at Prissy. It was my first chance to see her face. My movement awakened her and she smiled up at me. She was a very beautiful woman – brunette, about my age.
Then she giggled and said, "If that's a piss hard on pushing against my thigh, I'll be happy to help you get rid of it."
Jesus! This woman was insatiable!
"That won't be an unavoidable accident between two strangers in the dark," I said.
"No," she answered. "It'll be flat out adultery but I got a feeling it'll be well worth the guilt trip."
My dick rose to the occasion.
After a brief rest we got out of the sleeping bag and crawled out of the tent, naked in the bright sunlight. Prissy had a great body! She was about five-six and one hundred twenty pounds with lovely tits that had only a slight sag of maturity. Her beaver was dark and very hairy, matching her long brunette hair. She had great legs.
As I studied her body I saw her eyes exploring mine, an exploration that started with my very hairy chest and finished with her staring at my uncircumcised cock, which was now flaccid but hung proudly as always.
"Jesus that thing is beautiful," she said. "And it's fat! Last night it felt like it was a foot long and I been easy meat for guys hung like that since college."
As she stared at my cock I realized I had met this kind of bitch before - several in college and a couple after I got married. She was a size queen! Show these gals a big one and they spread their legs. They wanted a dick that would reach up to their cervix.
My wife Liz enjoyed my dick but she was NOT a size queen and I was very glad about that. Who wants to marry a gal that any guy can fuck if his dick is big enough.
Prissy was obviously still turned on by my dick. She kept staring at it and finally walked over and took it in her hand and started to stroke it. I gradually developed another hard on. Slowly and sensuously she pulled my heavy foreskin back to expose the bulbous head of my dick, purple in the sunlight, and then pulled it down again, over and over.
"That thing's gotta be a foot long," she mumbled softly as though talking to herself, never taking her eyes off of my erect cock.
Her mind may have been playing tricks on her but she only missed by a half inch. I was not a foot long. I knew for sure because I had measured it almost every day as I grew up hoping to achieve that enviable length – that magic foot-long dick. I never quite did. I had always been just a half-inch short of that teen-age dream!
"You wanna do me again?" Prissy whispered hoarsely, still stroking my erection.
