Come With Me Ch 01

Thanks to my husband who did the final editing and my friends who helped along the way. Matt, Mike and Halley

~Come with Me~

My husband, Mark, was in the Navy and on his first deployment since we got married. Before he left we came to an understanding about what we would allow the other person to do. I'm not sure if that understanding made things easier or harder on me. I knew at all times I could do something, if only there were some one around I cared to do anything with. But then my friends from back home called me and we set up a camping trip. It was something we did fairly often, and I had known these guys for years but we rarely saw each other since we had lived in different towns. They were people I could relax with and had a lot in common with too. One of those things we had in common was guns. We all shot. So for the first time we decided to take our handguns with us and get in some shooting before we started our daily binge drinking that happened every time we went camping.

Because of the inclusion of the shooting, a friend of Mark's, Todd, decided he would join us, even though he is not exactly the most outgoing guy and usually dislikes people in large groups. He likes shooting, drinking, and camping, so he said he would be joining. The fact that his best friend's wife was going to be spending an extended weekend in the woods with a bunch of guys probably bothered him too. He felt that while Mark was gone he had to look out for me, even though I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. "Just looking out for Mark's interests" he would say. To me it sounded more like "looking after his friend's property." He was a good guy and I liked his company, even if he was aloof and scowled a lot. He was also pretty cute, funny, and smart and could tell the best stories. We weren't really friends because he was so aloof. He was Mark's friend and I just happened to be some one that he hung out with because of that.

Since Mark had deployed Todd and I had spent some time together; not much. But I had gotten to know him a bit better. I think he even started to loosen up around me. That could have just been me getting used to him though. I hate eating or watching movies alone and I barely knew any one else in town so I would often call him up to see if he wanted to join me. Once a week or so, we would hang out. Some times we would go drinking together but he never drank much. And he always dropped me off at my door when he drove. He refused invitations to come in afterwards. I guessed he was just old fashioned about some things. I knew he wasn't dating any and hadn't in a long time. He had been deployed for the majority of four years and was too professional to date any one he worked with. Or it could have just been that he was a real loner and didn't want the company. I had remarked to Mark on a few occasions that maybe Todd would be less stony if he just got laid every now and then. But he was stony, so I just tried my best not to make him uncomfortable since I am pretty outgoing.

The original plan was that I was going to share a tent with a friend, Ben, who was going and didn't have a tent. When Todd joined I was going to let him borrow a spare tent. I told my husband of my plans and he said that more than likely Todd would get pissy about me sleeping in a tent with a guy he didn't know that wasn't my husband. Talk about old fashioned. So, I figure whatever and Ben gets his own tent to sleep in and Todd and I share. Todd has Mark's spare sleeping bag. I have mine. I have no problems with this arrangement and Todd doesn't voice any either. I have to assume he doesn't mind.

The trip comes up and I am psyched. Todd and I drive down to the campsite. We chat casually on the way down. We're comfortable with each other and have gone on road trips before to go to gun shows so by now this is nothing new for us. I mention to Todd that I have no real modesty and these are my buds so I am completely at ease around them. He shouldn't be surprised or bothered by some of the stuff that will happen that weekend. He says he understands and I can only hope he does. He knows I am a flirt and I just hope he doesn't take anything that happens with the guys too serious. After a 4 hour drive we finally get there. Most of the guys are there already. We set up our tent quickly and toss our stuff in. I change into a skirt. It's easier to camp this way when there is no plumbing.

The rest of the group shows up around 2pm and after hugs, hellos and introductions it is time to get started. It is pretty hot out and being guys most of them have taken their shirts off to stay cool. I know these guys and am completely comfortable with them. So I figure if they can take off their shirts I can take mine off as well. And I do. Todd turns and looks at me as I pull it over my head. I tell him he can get over it if it bothers him. I did warn him after all. He just frowns, quirks his eyebrow at me and shrugs it off. But he looks at the others as he does so. A few glance over, but don't really care or at least don't say anything. Like I said, these guys know me and my complete lack of modesty. I've spent more than one camping trip without a shirt with them. No one cares. My bra covers my boobs as much as a bikini top would so it's not like I am showing a lot of flesh. I can feel the heat of the sun soaking into my black bra. It feels great. I have always loved that feeling.

Things get all set up. Guns are passed around and talked about. I pull out my .45's and the .22. It's show and tell for a bit as we all look over everyone else's collection. Finally everything is poked at enough and the targets are waiting. We head off to shoot. Todd makes a comment about hot brass and singed boobs so I pull out my range jacket. And zip it up. "I'm not stupid you know. I have enough scars as it is from stupid shit." Todd just turns and walks out to the targets with everyone else. He does not seem happy with my attire. Or lack of as the case may be. Of course, you can't expect these guys to not make comments. But the comments made are what I would expect from them and I give as good as I get. Some might consider it sexual harassment but it is not meant with any real feeling. In reality, no one cares. Except Todd it seems. You can watch his back get tighter as the rest of us throw comments back and forth.

"You know Julia; you should have a bit more shielding on those. I can hold them while you shoot if you want."

"Pffffffft dude you need all the concentration you have just to make sure you don't shoot yourself in the leg. Besides, you don't have anything big enough to handle what I've got."

There is good natured ribbing and bragging. Sam and Stu make comments about my attire. Sam suggests my aim would be helped if I didn't have the hindrance of the jacket and maybe I should take it off. I tell him to shut up.

"I can't aim if you keep making me laugh."

"Well it's not my fault if your tits bounce every time I get near them!"

My shot goes wide as I laugh out loud. I tell him, "Ok either shut up on your own or I will make you shut up."

He smiles evilly at me and waits for me to aim before making another comment. "Maybe the zipper is building up a charge from rubbing against your bra. You should just take them both off." Ok, razzing is razzing, and I can take that without a problem. But now he is fucking with my shooting too. And to be frank, I'm not good enough to be distracted as I shoot without being horrible. Enough is enough.

I walk over to him, lean into his seat and whisper in his ear, "Don't make me bust out the baby oil." and nip his ear where no one can see what I have done. Sam and I have a bit of history as well. And I know for a fact that oiled up boobs makes his head explode. I did it once over web cam as a lark and it quickly turned into something a bit more. Of course the others don't know about any of that and I have never given them reason to suspect that I would ever do that. Sam has done the same. I keep his secrets, he keeps mine. Since we are in similar situations with our spouses we understand each other and the desire not to let some things out as general knowledge. It would be really annoying for people to find out that our spouses let us play with others. And we know that everyone would give us no end of grief about it too if they found out we fooled around.

So we keep those things between ourselves and on occasion have fun on web cams. Sam shuts up. And gulps as he stares at my boobs and I can see him remember the sight of them covered in baby oil and rocking in front of the web cam. Sam's weak spot is my boobs it seems. I try to use these powers only for good. I go back to shooting and get a few strange looks, wondering what I said. A couple of the guys ask Sam what I said and Sam replies that I threatened to smother him if he didn't shut up.

I laugh, "Tell 'em the truth! I threatened to take away your chimichangas if you fucked up my shooting again." I holler back as I get back into stance.

"Ouch! That's a low blow Julia!"

Ok maybe threatening to take a guy's food away is mean, but it was the only thing I could come up with quickly. I laugh. "Maybe, but my aim is bad enough without all the laughing damn it!" I prove this as I wing the target. Not my best day with shooting.

We take turns shooting as there isn't enough room for all of us to shoot safely at the same time. I get done with the ammo I had with me and head back to the chairs. I take off my jacket and enjoy the day. Good friends, good beer, good conversations and a night of fire and more beer waiting. We're all just milling around. Catch up with each other and checking out each other's guns and trading pointers. I end up standing by Stu and Todd watching as Todd gives Stu a few pointers in his stance. Todd takes the gun and shows the stance he uses to shoot and explains why it works for him. He is damn good at teaching others how to shoot and shoot well. Then he squeezes off a round. Of course, the brass flies out, bounces off his arm and smacks onto the top of my boob. I shout and dance backwards slapping at it. Todd drops the stance and turns to look at me, laughing his ass off. Stu is just staring with his mouth open, seemingly unsure of what to say or do. I knock the brass off of me and glare up at Todd. He raises his hands into the air, his look of passiveness ruined by the .45 in his hand.

"Not my fault. I warned you to cover them up."

"Well hell, they were covered when I was shooting! I didn't think you'd use telekinesis to throw hot brass at me!" I continue to glare at him, not really meaning it though. Shit happens.

"Then maybe you should keep them covered or at least get away from the firing area." No longer amused, he turns back to the shooting.

Stu asks if I'm ok but I shrug it off and walk back to the chairs where the others that are presently not shooting are sitting. Sam is there again, kicked back in his seat with a beer in his hand. He hands me one as I walk up and I accept it with a thanks as I check the spot again where the bullet landed.

"What is it with you and burning your tits woman?" Yeah, I've done the same thing before.

"Hell if I know. It doesn't seem to matter if they are covered or not though, I still get burned. And it still hurts too. Grrr!"

Sam pats his leg, "Poor Julia, how about you sit down on Uncle Sam's lap and tell me all about your owie."

I grin at him, over come with a sudden urge to be bad. There is more then one reason Sam always gives me a hard time. I reciprocate. The heat on my breasts, the slight bite of pain, the smell in the air, all come together and affect me. I slide down into Sam's lap and put my arm around his shoulders and lean into him.

"Does that mean you're gonna kiss my booboo and make it all better?" I ask with a wicked grin.

Sam looks up at my face for a moment and looks like a fish caught out of water as his mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out. I look down at him and try not to laugh out loud but can't help grinning at his shocked face.

Dave perks up though and says, "I think you broke his brain Julia. But I'll kiss it and make it better for ya!"

Caught up in the fun of the flirting I hop up from Sam's lap and walk over to Dave. I plop down into his lap and ask him with a silly little pout, "Do you promise?"

He smiles up at me, all laughter in his eyes and says, "Yes, don't worry. Now where does it hurt?"

I point to the spot where the shell hit me and he leans forward and lays a gentle kiss on it, his beard tickling my cleavage and brushing against the tops of my breasts. Then he looks up at me and asks, "Is that good now?"

I laugh down at him and say, "Oh honey, you know it's all good!"

Dave grins at me and Sam looks over and shrieks out "HEY! I was gonna do that!"

I laugh at him and say, "Well, I asked you but you never answered. Dave took care of it though."

I smiled at him and Dave laughs and gives me a little squeeze around my hips.

"That's what you get for not rising to the occasion!" I laughed too and kissed Dave on the top of his shaggy head.

"Well then thank you Dave for rising to the occasion when I needed it." I said with a fake sultry voice.

Sam said "Oh I'll rise to your occasion Julia, don't worry." just as Todd and Stu walked up.

I laugh as they both gave Sam a look and he squawks out, "What?! She started the shit!" then takes a big swig of beer and starts muttering under his breath. Todd glares. Stu, who is used to us and our flirting, just shakes his head.

Stu comes over and sits on the cooler beside Dave and I. "We're out of ammo. If we're going to shoot tomorrow we might want to run into town now to get some."

I stand up and hand him my beer. "Well Todd bought all the shit we brought, so I guess it's my turn to buy now."

Sam stands up, "And I'm still sober and can get out the easiest too. What all do we need to pick up?"

Everyone names off their caliber and brand they want and I write it all down and take money from everyone. I figure we might pick up some beer too if we can find some Yuengling on sale. I make a list, stuff it in my bag and start walking with Sam to his Jeep. Todd makes a comment about coming along but there isn't room for a 3rd person. I ask him if there is anything else he wants to grab from town. He looks at us then shrugs. "I guess not." I retrieve my shirt from where I had left it in camp and slip it on. We head off.

Sam and I ride for a bit across the field to the road in silence. Then he says without looking at me, "That was a pretty low down thing you did back there."

I turn and look at him. "You mean with the burn? Or the baby oil comment?" He just nods. I laugh.

"I did offer. You were just too slow. Besides I could have been worse ya know."

He looks over at me as I pick my bag up and pull the travel sized bottle of baby oil out of it. He groans, "You gotta be shitting me."

I laugh and apply a little to my finger and rub it on the burn. "mmmmmmmm" I moan, "Much better!"

He grips the steering wheel harder as we head down a hill, still a distance from the road but now out of sight from the camp. "Ok now you're killing me. You're boobs are coated with sweat and now you're adding baby oil to them too? What the fuck, Julia? You're a sadist."

I laugh and lean back in the seat, kicking one foot up onto the dash. "Not yet I'm not. I can still be worse." I wait for him to look over and run my hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up as I go till my fingers are resting on my bare pussy, now fully exposed. I slip one finger inside and lean back farther in my seat. I close my eyes and moan. All of a sudden the Jeep jerks to the right, then back to the left. Sam slams on the brakes and we skid to a halt as I cackle and grip the door and seat for balance. He whips around and stares at me, "Oh I get it now! You're trying to kill us both!"

I turn and look at him. "I don't tease this much unless I plan on doing something fun." I hold my wet finger out to him. "So, here's another offer. You want this?" Without waiting for an answer I slide it across his lips, wetting them with my pussy juice. I know Sam is a pussy licking fiend. It is what he likes most. More than beer even he says. He does what I figured he would do. He grabs onto my wrist and sucks my finger in. I enjoy the feel of it and watch him savor it. Finally he finishes the little bit that was on my finger and pulls back. I turn in the seat to face him, my legs splayed across my seat, my foot on the seat, and my skirt still bunched up around my waist.

"There's more if you want it." I tell him. He looks down, then up at me again. Then back down. "Are you going to wait too long again, Sam?"

He looks up at me and turns off the Jeep. "Get out."

He reaches into the back and pulls out a thick blanket then jumps out the driver's side. My twisted side pops up at that moment. "What do you say, Sam?" He turns and looks at me. "What – do – you - say?" I drag each word out as I slide my fingers over myself. He watches my fingers move then looks up at my face again. Confusion is written all over his face. "I know you know how to play this game Sam." As I lick my fingers off slowly. "Now, what should you say to get a taste of my pussy?" I see him catch on.

He looks me in the eyes. "Please."

I smile. "Since you asked so nicely..." I hop out of the Jeep. My adrenaline is rushing as I get out of the Jeep and meet him in the front where he is spreading out the blanket on the ground. I half can't believe I am doing this. But I knew it was a distinct possibility since the time with the web cam, making him ask for each new thing and surprising him with a few of my own. Knowing I could play with him and he wouldn't say a word about it to anyone. I was insanely curious about his flaunted abilities to continue eating for hours. And my pussy juices were flowing more then my adrenaline at this point. I drop down and spread my legs. "All you can eat, Sam." I heard myself say it, but it still shocked me a bit. I'm not normally so blunt. Five months without any physical action other then myself was getting to me, though. I was just past my endurance! It was worth the bluntness when he dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned down with his head between my legs.

"Hell yeah." I heard him whisper before his hands slid under my ass and lifted me up a bit. The first lap of his tongue was firm, started at my ass and went all the way up to the top. A damn good start, I think as my breath shudders out. He does a few more full swipes then slides his tongue between my lips where he quickly works it back and forth, sliding it deeper in each time. I wiggle my hips and arch up to meet his face. He continues to slide his tongue back and forth, just south of where I really want it to be. I moan and wiggle my hips again, trying to move down to meet his tongue. I can feel him smile and he swipes his tongue over my clit. I jerk.

"More!"

He nods, "Whatever you say," he mutters with his face in my pussy, and lays into it. Lapping at it like a cat. I twitch and moan with the feel of his tongue. I pull my shirt back off and undo to front clasp of my bra and take it off. I feel Sam look up at my movements and smile and stretch in the warmth of the sun. I arch my back up to enjoy the feel of the sun light on my bare nipples. The heat and the action make them pucker up. Sam reaches up and rolls one nipple between his fingers as he continues to lap. I sigh and sink into the sensations, closing my eyes and watching the red light dance on the inside of my eyelids. It seems to go in rhythm with the wonderful tongue lashing I'm being given. I feel relaxed all of a sudden. Perfectly content in this field in the middle of nowhere with our friends just out of sight and the warm day soaking into my mostly nude body and Sam eating away at my pussy and making me twitch and moan. I don't stay relaxed for long though.