a true story
It was one of the warmer Augusts here in Southern California that I can remember. My lovely wife and I were both eager to escape from our jobs and head off for a long over due vacation in the mountains. The mountains were where we felt like we belonged. We surely didn't feel we belonged here in this push and shove city where if you didn't work a minimum of 50 hours a week, you just weren't part of the team and were made to feel substandard and lazy. We were desperate to leave all that behind us, if only for a couple of weeks. We'd let the system beat us down and demoralize us.
We spent Friday evening after work rushing around trying to pack the truck with camping gear and provisions. There seemed no end to all the loose ends that need to be dealt with when you plan to be out of touch for two weeks. The atmosphere at home wasn't much different than the rat race we'd let consume us over the last year.
We were the ideal couple in most people's eyes. We were soul mates, lovers and best of friends. Most of the time our passionate little world was well defended from the ugliness out there.
We weren't at our best that evening. We were critical, impatient and downright grouchy. The trip wasn't sounding like much fun. For some reason we were burdened by all the stuff that we felt we were leaving undone. We were sure the world would crumble without us.
Luckily, we had made expensive reservations for some white water rafting and felt that we had to go through with it. We packed and sniped at each other until late in the evening. We quietly went to bed and slept.
The next morning, it all started again. We ran around trying to finish getting ready and trying to stay out of each other's way. It wasn't till mid morning that we finally headed off down the road in a truck with no air conditioning and a forecast of temperatures in excess of 100-degrees.
We drove six or seven hours through the Southern California desert stopping only for gas and a quick fast-food lunch. The drive was, as you can imagine quite miserable. I think we both spent much of the drive thinking about our jobs and the mess that would be waiting for us when we returned to them. What were we doing out here in the middle of the hot desert?!!
When we finally arrived at our destination, we decided to find our campground and call it an evening. We were surprised to find the campground almost deserted. There were a few people, but everybody was spread out. I think everybody in the campground probably had a bathhouse to himself or herself. Like everyone else, we decided to make as much room between humanity and us as we could. We sat up camp quickly, Then sat around the fire ring eating cold sandwiches. "To damn hot for a fire!!!" It soon began getting dark, I guess it was probably around 8 O'clock. The darkness brought some relief from the heat, but it still wasn't comfortable. We were still questioning why we'd come.
After a short period of staring at the empty fire ring in dull silence. My lovely wife stood up, walked over to the truck, pulled her bathing stuff out and said that she was going to take a shower.
She asked, "Its kinda dark, do you want to walk me to the shower?"
I said, " sure, I could use a shower too."
We walked down the little trail to the shower and found it completely deserted.
The showers were in this little cinder block building with a men's side and a woman's side. Each side had been designed with a small restroom area and one huge shower. The lighting was very inadequate and we had only one flashlight.
We were standing in the doorway of the woman's side when my wife said. "Looks like nobody is here, Why don't you take a shower with me?"
That was the very first hint of how fun the trip was going to be. I of course jumped at the idea, but I could never quite be sure her invitation meant what I hoped it meant.
The shower was actually a large concrete room with a showerhead at the one end and bench seating attached to the wall and wrapped around one of the corners at the opposite end. There was no door, just an opening into the restroom area.
We put our stuff on the bench, and she started to disrobe. I just stood and watched. I always enjoy watching her undress, She is so damn beautiful.
She is Filipina/Latina, which gives her a very different look. Everywhere we go people are always trying to guess her ethnic roots. Usually they guess Polynesian. I can see that, with her long beautiful silky dark brown hair and perfect brown skin.
You could put her in nothing but a grass skirt and you would think I had kidnapped her off of one of the pacific islands.
She was gloriously naked now as she turned to me with her hands on her hips and said, "Well, aren't you going to take a shower?" I quickly undressed, as she figured out how the water worked. As I remember, hot water was completely unimaginable since what came out of the cold water tap was luke warm. The water felt great, we both just stood there for a time enjoying the water mixing with the night air to cool us down. The longer we stayed there, the more relaxed we became and the less worried we were about getting caught.
My wife picked up the soap and proceeded to wash me from head to toe. She touched every inch of me except the one part of me that most desired to be touched. That part stood stiff, swollen and throbbing, impatiently waiting his turn. For some reason, the soap we were using made a great deal of suds. This inspired my wife's creative side. She proceeded to shape the suds into various designs on my chest and then stepped back and giggled at her artistry. All the while ignoring the throbbing weapon that was aimed right at her.
When her game was over, she handed me the soap and said. "It's your turn"
I leaped at the opportunity to explore her glorious treasures. She teasingly waved a finger at me and cautioned restraint. She encouraged me to go slow.
Wow, this was fun. I attempted to follow her lead; I turned her around and started washing her beautiful satiny shoulders and neck. Then, I slowly washed her arms all the way to her fingertips. I moved downward from her shoulders, scrubbing, massaging and planting kisses as I went. Not missing a spot. I dropped to my knees and placed both my hands on her firm ass cheeks. I kneaded them firmly and then gently nibbled on them. I moved to her beautiful well-shaped thighs. She slightly parted her legs to allow better access.
As I washed the inside of her thighs I tested the rules a bit and stretched out my index finger and gently stroked her beautiful pussy, focusing on her clit. She moaned in approval and let me continue for a few moments.
She then shifted and said "now now, not so fast" in a teasing tone.
I continued on and washed her legs and beautiful feet. I turned her around and washed her face and alternately kissed her delicious lips. I kissed her passionately then continued downward washing that glorious neck. . I lingered awhile washing her perfect breasts. Her nipples hardened.
I decided to get artistic myself. I remember making her a bikini out of nothing but soapsuds. She once again counseled moderation as I covered her pubic hair with soapsuds. I stepped back and admired my work; we both laughed out load.
The magic was back!!
She gave me a sexy smile and once again took control of the soap saying that I obviously couldn't be trusted to go any further.
I stood back and watched her wash her beautiful pussy and her legs. She looked up a few times to make sure I was paying attention.
My cock stood patiently at attention this whole time, begging to be noticed.
Once she finished washing, I wasn't real sure what she was going to do.
With soap in hand she stepped up to me and put her soapy hand on my throbbing dick. "At last!!!!" She wrapped her fingers around my swollen cock and started stroking me with long deliberate strokes. She enjoyed the power she had over me at the moment. I tried to stand straight and motionless. She would occasionally look up at me with a devilish smile. I was in heaven.
She then put both hands on me and continued to stroke me faster and faster. I felt I was close to cuming, but was spending allot of energy just standing.
She all at once stopped her stroking and turned to the water to rinse the soap from her hands. She cupped her hands together and filled them with water. She turned back to me and splashed the water on me to rinse off the suds that covered much of my body. She repeated this again and again until I was completely rinsed.
She placed her hand around the base of my cock, bent over and sucked about half of my throbbing post down her throat. My GOD!!!! that felt good. She slid her lips up and down my shaft and occasionally twisted her head from side to side. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. She pulled her beautiful lips off my cock and proceeded to lick the underside of it from base to head.
At this point she stood up straight and again gently stroked me. She looked up into my eyes and said "so?" With one word and a look I knew what she was saying.
She was handing control over to me. She was saying "get creative and please me. "
I immediately bent over her. I put my hands on the back of her thighs and raised her straight in the air. We could now look at each other eye to eye. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my stomach. We kissed passionately. I took three steps forward and pressed her back against the cool brick wall. My lips clamped on to her delicious neck and nibbled up and down. I moved her hips with my arms to align her sweet hot pussy with my stiff heat-seeking missile. I rubbed and poked my dick against her pussy until I found my delicious target and pressed myself into her. I felt her stretch around me. In three of four strokes, I was all the way in her. My balls pressed against her ass.
As I looked into her lustful eyes, I started taking long strokes in and out of her. She was so incredibly wet. The playful smile was gone, It had been replaced with the serious lust filled look of a wild animal.
I had been teased to long, I now fucked her hard and selfishly. She held tightly to my shoulders, her breasts pressed against by chest. Our bodies slipped almost frictionless against each other as I fucked her. Our skin was well lubricated by the water and the soap.
I now supported almost her entire weight (barely 100 LBS) with my arms. The water from the shower was beating down on us. I fucked her hard using every muscle in my body. My hard throbbing cock sliding deep into her cunt.
My shoulders started to feel the pain of exhaustion. My arms were week and started to betray me. I cursed them, I didn't want to stop. She was just getting started. With the strength I left. I carried her over to the benches that were attached to the wall. I sat her feet down on the bench.
In the process of rearranging ourselves, my dick reluctantly slipped out of her. Her pussy was now to high for me to reach, she put her toes on the edge of the bench, bent her knees and slid her back down the wall. She grabbed my throbbing cock and guided me into her. I pushed it up her deep and hard. I again started to fuck her.
I was close to cumming and from the look on her face she was ready too.
I picked up the pace and was slipping in and out of her at a feverish rate. It was now time to let loose, and I did!!!
I started shooting my cum straight up into her. Her sweet pussy clutched at my cock again and again.
Once the orgasms were over, She stood up straight and I collapsed onto her. My head right between her beautiful breasts. We wrapped our arms around each other and struggled to get our breath back. I looked up at her and kissed her. Our eyes met and we both grinned from cheek to cheek. A few minutes later, we were back in the water splashing each other and showering off again.
I surveyed the room for how we could have improved our action. I told her that I had some other ideas. She gave me a playfully disgusted look and called me a nasty boy.
