I've never been one for camping in the great outdoors. My idea of a weekend away was a luxurious hotel with an in-room hot tub, and a piano bar downstairs. My wife however, loved nature, and rarely got the chance to enjoy it as she always left the planning of trips to me. I thought it would be nice if she made our getaway plans for the upcoming weekend, knowing that it would be something involving the outdoors. After all, it was late August and there weren't many warm weekends left.
I could tell by the look on her face that she was excited about making the plans. So for the next few days I watched her making lists, making phone calls, and checking things ff as she completed them. Little did I know what the weekend would entail, and how it would change my life forever.
Friday came, and I called home before I left the office. I wanted to know what the plans were, and to tell my wife that I was leaving a bit early so we could get to wherever it was we were going. To my surprise, she told me that everything was loaded in the SUV and all I had to do was come home, have a shower and we could get going. This was great! I hated the process of packing the car and making sure we have everything we needed. I actually remember driving home with a smile on my face, and looking forward to the weekend which was already off to a great start.
I arrived home, had a quick shower, and we were off. I knew without asking that this was a camping trip before even getting into the vehicle. My wife had offered to drive, which was unusual, nonetheless I took her up on her offer. I was a bit tired from driving home anyway. After about ten minutes into the trip, I glanced in the back at the equipment she packed. A fairly large tent we hadn't used since last summer, some clothes, food, and of course the ever so necessary alcohol. I reflected for a moment on our sole camping trip we took last summer, and recalled really enjoying the campfire and having a few drinks. It was very relaxing. Just what I needed after a busy week.
Suddenly, my wife veered off the main road and on to a dirt road. I didn't notice that it had been almost an hour and a half since we left the house. We pulled in to the campground, and paid for our site which was on the edge of a lake. The sites were far apart from one another, which was nice because there would be nobody around to bother us. There were washrooms and showers near the main entrance, and a small store that sold necessities and fire wood.
We got situated, erected the tent, and got the fire ready as it was almost 7:30 and it would soon be dark. The whole time we were getting set up, we were chatting and drinking. We didn't eat before leaving, and we did not want to stop and make something because it was getting dark. So we kept drinking in order to fill our stomachs, and by the time we were ready to sit and enjoy the fire, we were pretty drunk. Once the fire was lit, I had to piss bad from all the vodka. Not being one that loved nature as much as the average guy, I decided to make the short walk to the washrooms, rather than get poison ivy peeing in the woods. My wife laughed and told me she would go later.
I got to the washrooms and was taking a piss in the urinals when a guy came up beside me and whipped out what I though was a fairly large cock and started to take a leak. He was standing there with his eyes closed and did not see me take a glance at his rod. I don't care what other guys say, if there is a chance to measure yourself against another guys dick, you always take a peek. It's natural to wonder how your cock measures up to others. And in this case, his was bigger than mine, a feeling I did not enjoy.
And then I noticed more of his face when I was finished. It was my friend Steve! I hadn't seen him for about a year as him and his wife moved to another town.
"STEVE?" I asked.
Then he turned toward me and I knew it was him. "Hey John, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Camping's not your thing?"
"No, not usually" I replied. "But Sarah really likes camping so I thought it would be nice to do it at least once this summer."
"That's great!" he yelled. "Jessica and I are here for the night and then we are stopping by her folk's house on the way home tomorrow." He told me that they decided to get one last weekend of camping in before the cold weather came. They camped quite often, and it made sense to work in a visit to their parents while they were here.
"Do you mind if we stop by and have a drink at your campsite before turning in?" he asked.
"Not at all" I replied. "Sarah would love to see Jess again and catch up."
"Ok, we'll be over in a bit" he said as he left the washroom and went to get his wife.
I made it back to our site and told Sarah what happened. She was excited about seeing her friend, just as I suspected she would be. Soon after, Steve and Jessica showed up and we were all talking about things in our life, and my wife and I continued drinking, and still had not eaten. I think Steve and Jess knew we were drunk, and they weren't far behind us. And then it happened. It started to rain. It was light at first, and Steve and his wife were deciding whether to run back to their tent or hang with us and wait for the rain to stop. Then is started to pour, and my wife made the decision for all of us. We all climbed into our tent. It was certainly big enough, as it was a six man tent, and there was only four of us. The rain continued for a very long time as we played cards by the dim light of the lantern. I think the idea of staying there all night crossed all our minds. My wife made fun of the fact that Jessica would never go out in the rain and get soaked to the bone, and Steve and I laughed and agreed.
Pretty soon, we were all lying down in the tent. Jessica had passed out beside me in the corner, and Steve was sleeping over in the other corner. That left my wife and I in the middle, facing each other. With the others safely asleep, we decided a little kissing and touching wouldn't hurt. I was running my fingers through her hair and she was kissing me and sucking on my tongue. She was always a bit of a handful when she had been drinking, as she lost all sense of right and wrong. I didn't realize just how drunk we both were, until I began to fade a bit. I was still aware of what was going on, but I just didn't have the strength to fuck. I knew she wanted to, because she kept moving her hips back and forth toward my knee, grinding on it in hopes of getting herself off.