An early adventure and a couple of firsts for our lovers
This story doesn't follow the time line of our sexual escapades. Let me take you back almost 20 years. I was still healthy, for the most part, except for a bum leg, so I had a slight limp. My heart and circulation were just fine. Heather & I had only been swinging for a year or so, with only a couple of guys. I was an active player in our 3somes and 4somes. Heather really enjoyed all the attention she got when we played.
Throughout the mid to late 90's, we would go camping every year over the Memorial Day weekend. Our son was allowed to invite 2 or 3 friends to come along. The campground was right on the ocean, so there was always a nice sea breeze to keep the temperatures down. There was a playground for the kids, a camp store to get ice cream on the hot days and the beach of course. The kids were in hog heaven. This trip for me was all about R&R. I would sit at our campsite all day, people watching & listening to the radio. In those days, there was a station in Orlando that only played oldies, from 1955-1975. It was a great station. On Memorial weekend, they play the top 500 songs. Our radio was on 24/7 while we were there.
We always got to the campground on Thursday and waited to leave till Tuesday, all planned to avoid the heavy weekend traffic, and the fools that would start drinking as soon as they got off work. There weren't many people there on Thursday, most waited till Saturday and by 5 pm on Monday, the park would be all but deserted.
As we were unloading and setting up our camp, I noticed that there wasn't a single lot being used between us & the beach, the beach being about 50 yards from our site. On the other side, there was a pop-up trailer right next to us. I helped the boys put up their tent, then they helped Heather put up the supply tent, which was a small dome tent that kept extra food, batteries, etc.
Heather took the boys to the beach to get them from underfoot. I had just started fighting with the poles to our tent when a truck hauling a boat pulled up next door. A young guy got out and began rinsing off the boat. I guessed he was probably in his mid to late 20's, maybe 6' tall weighing in at 170 or so. His hair might have been light brown at one time, but now it was sun bleached blond reaching just past the neck of his wet suit. His tanned face told me he spent a lot of time outdoors. I watched him washing the inside of the boat as I put poles together and threaded them though the loops of the tent. I had my back to him as I worked. I turned around when I heard a metallic clank. I looked over & saw he was trying to lower a scuba tank to the ground from the boat.
I dropped the pole I was holding and hurried over. "Hold on. Bud, I'll give you a hand with that. Those things don't like to be dropped."
"Thanks a lot. I know what you mean about these tanks. I saw what happened to Jaws when it exploded," he said grinning.
"Yep, instant sushi. There, I have it, where do you want it?"
"Inside the cab of the truck, if you don't mind."
As I was turning back around after putting the tank in the cab, I saw him squirming out of his wet suit. His face wasn't the only part with a dark tan. I don't know if he was a nudist, but the tan went all the way down to the little piece of material that kept him from being arrested when in public. I hadn't noticed his build until he was standing above me wearing only a Speedo. He wasn't body-builder ripped, but he was definitely in shape. His abs were rippled, his pecs pronounced and his biceps well defined. I couldn't help but notice that his package seemed to be well developed as well. He finished up quickly with rinsing the rest of his gear, including his wet suit. He tossed everything to me as it was ready to be thrown into the back of his truck to dry.
As he was jumping out of the boat, I offered my hand.
"I'm Dave by the way. I'm here with my wife & son, plus he has a few friends with him."
"I'm Troy. Let me grab my sneakers and I'll help you with your tent."
I thanked him for the offer & went back to our site. A minute later he was back, wearing a pair of cut-offs and his shoes. It only took us a couple of minutes to finish up. He accepted my offer of a cold beer & we sat down to get to know each other. I found out he was a graduate student at Florida & he was working on his Masters in Marine Biology. He had been here for 2 weeks & still had about 2 weeks to go before he would finish up. He was single and had just turned 29. He was trying to explain his thesis to me, something about jellyfish & the ocean currents, when he abruptly quit talking & stared down the path that led to the beach. I followed his eyes to find out what distracted him. I saw the reason he became tongue-tied. Heather was strolling back to our site in her usual beach attire. Well, her public beach attire when the kids were around. She was wearing a nice 2-piece bikini and her beach wrap that hung low around her hips, her big sun bonnet and her Kino's.
"Man, look at that heavenly sight! She is a walking wet dream. I wonder what site she's staying on."
"You better calm down Troy, you're going to give yourself a stroke. If you can control your hormones, I can introduce you to her. I'm sure she'll want to know who you are."
"Me, why would she want to know about me? We've never met."
"Because you're sitting on her site, drinking a beer with her husband."
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Dave, I apologize, I would never..."
I couldn't keep a straight face any longer; I broke out laughing. "Relax, Aqua-man, it's cool. You have a good eye for beauty; no one can hold that against you. It's how you handle it that shows the true measure of a man. The consequences and benefits of your actions are based on that. Just be yourself and show respect and all will be well. Now that is out of the way, I have a real important question for you. Do you want another beer?"
We both broke out laughing as I went to the beer cooler. This will come up later, so I should explain. We have 4 ice chests on our site. One for beer, one for ice water & Heathers Margarita mix, 1 for sodas and 1 for perishable food. Every morning I have to go to the marina next to the campground to get a 40# bag of ice to refill the chests of drinks, plus all 4 boys had their own small chest. They were given a daily ration of 2 sodas and 3 fruit drinks. They could drink all the water they wanted. Yes, they had ice at the camp store, but two 6# bags of ice at the camp store was as much as a 40# bag at the marina. I'm not a cheap-skate, but I am a business man. Enough background about ice, where was I? Ah, yes, Heather was coming back from the beach.
We were still laughing as I came back with the beers. As I was standing in front of Troy to hand him his beer, I noticed another thing about him. He wasn't wearing any skives. I know this because his cock was semi-hard & sticking out the leg of his cut-offs. Since the kids weren't around, I decided not to say anything about it. Heather walked onto the site as I was sitting down.
"It appears you've made a new friend while I've been gone."
"Sure did, this is our neighbor, Troy. Troy, this is my wife, Heather."