Being outdoors, especially in remote wilderness areas, always seem to stimulate me sexually. I have never completely understood why, but I have come to accept the phenomenon. So it was not surprising to me that I became increasingly stimulated a few months back while hubby and I went kayaking in one of California's more remote lakes.
Located in remote, northeastern California, this complex of lakes and swamp areas is strictly limited to boat-in access. Given the small local population, and the distances to urban area's of the State, few other places in California can boast of being as remote.
Our plans were to spend one night at a designated boat-in campsite on the northern shore of the Lake. Launching our two kayaks on a warm Saturday morning, we headed out across the lake. As we paddled farther and farther away from the boat ramp, I could feel the burden of civilization settling behind us. There is only one boat ramp on the entire lake, and there were no other cars in the parking lot. Hubby and I were fairly certain that we had the entire lake to ourselves. With the sun warming our backs, and me already growing hornier with each stroke of the paddle, I surprised hubby when I stopped briefly and removed my top. With the sun rising behind us, my 36c tits were in the somewhat cooler shadow and, with a slight breeze wafting across the lake, my nipples stood out boldly like two coat hooks.
I knew my impromptu actions caused hubby to launch an erection. I wondered though, if he should capsize, would his stiff dick keep him from squeezing through the cockpit of his kayak? Nevertheless, we continued on our way in complete solitude, me growing hornier by the minute, and hubby enjoying the sight of his wife topless inside her own little kayak.
As we continued on our way, I told hubby how horny I was feeling. I told him that I felt open to anything, as long as it meant that I could experience as many orgasms as my body could generate. He laughed and intimated that he was feeling just as horny. He went on to say that, someday, he would like me to give him complete and total control of my body – his to use in any way that pleased him without any limitations. I thought about his fantasy, as we silently glided side by side across the glassy lake waters. After due consideration, I thought to myself, what harm could it do to grant hubby his little fantasy. I told him that, until the next morning, I was completely at his command, no matter what he wanted to do.
Although he said nothing, the grin on hubby's face gave away how pleased he was with my "gift". Before we could discuss the matter further, however, our solitude was broken by the unmistakable sound of an electric trolling motor. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw three men in a large canoe quickly overtaking us. Although they were passing a couple hundred feet to our left, they were definitely close enough to see that I was topless. There was no way I could recover my shirt and cover up before they passed, so I just kept paddling. As they skimmed by, all eyes were obviously riveted on my breasts. They cheerfully waived, and kept on their way.
"I suppose they weren't expecting that", I exclaimed to hubby, who chuckled at my comment. "No, I imagine not" he replied.
I could feel my body tingle all over and my nipples grow even more erect than they had been. Having three strangers catch me like that was definitely exhilarating. Although he didn't say so, I could sense that hubby was just as excited as I was.
After a good two hours of paddling, we reached our destination. We selected one of the three campsites located in a peaceful little lagoon, and began unloading our gear. With nobody else in this group of campsites, I decided to maintain my topless status while setting up camp. Apparently the men in the canoe had either selected a different group of campsites, or had merely been taking a single-day excursion.
Our campsite was rustic at best. It consisted of a fire ring, a large picnic table with fixed benches, and a lockable wooden storage cabinet. A single-holer outhouse was located at the far end of the camp area. Our previous experiences at this lake complex were limited to one-day trips, so this would be our first "over-nighter" here. We had explored the area before, however, and knew there to be a foot-trail that connected six other camp areas on this portion of the lake. The nearest other site was a good half mile away.
Hoping to tempt hubby a bit, I slipped into our little dome tent and returned wearing only a wrap-around sarong style skirt. Hubby commented that I looked like quite the "island girl" in my skimpy little dress. Responding to his comment, I pulled apart the skirt to reveal that I was not wearing anything underneath. I could see the bulge growing in his pants almost immediately. So I was surprised when he suggested we go for a hike, instead of a romp in the tent. I even started to pout, when hubby reminded me that I was his to command for the day.
"Yes master" I said with a snide tone in my voice, "Your will is my command."
As I started to step back into the tent to get some shorts and a shirt on, he stopped me and said he wanted me to go hiking dressed the way I was. I started to argue, but thought better of it. After all, it doesn't get any safer than this when it comes to a little exhibitionism.
I asked if I could bring along a shirt in my daypack, but he said it wouldn't be necessary.
"You won't even need a pack. And just to experience your level of comfort, I'll only wear a pair of shorts myself." He said.
The more I thought about it, I would have preferred that he wear a shirt. That way, should we get caught in a compromising situation, I could always throw on his shirt. Oh well, I thought, let's throw caution to the wind.
The trail never seemed to wander too far from the edge of the water. Sometimes it would dip in a few hundred feet, then make its way back to the shoreline. After some time, we could hear some voices in the distance. It was hard to tell if the voices were coming from the water or the shore, but they were definitely male. We guessed it to be the three men we had seen earlier.
I started to get a little nervous as the voices grew closer. Hubby told me not to worry, that the trees would keep us hidden enough. He said that we would obviously see them long before they saw us. Famous last words, I thought. As we approached the next series of campsites, we could see the men busily setting up camp. The trail actually stayed away from the sites, and the foliage enabled us to go undetected – much to my relief. Rounding a rocky outcropping, we were suddenly confronted by a man in his 40's relieving himself behind the rocks. He was just as surprised as we were, and there was no covering up on my part. As he fixed his attention on my tits, I couldn't help but notice the rather large package he was clumsily trying to stuff back into his shorts.
Nothing to do but make small talk, we reacted to the chance meeting as hikers do when they meet on the trail. We stopped and chatted briefly. I tried to look as calm and collected as a woman can, with her breasts exposed to a stranger on the open trail. Introducing himself as Glen, he told us that he and his buddies were on a weekend getaway from their spouses, looking forward to a little fishing, beer, and barking at the moon. Hubby explained that we were just taking a break from the constraints of society, pointing to my bare breasts as though to demonstrate what he was talking about.
"I see that" Glen chuckled, "Looks like you guys are really relaxed out here."
Hubby said that we should be getting back to camp, which sounded good to me. I could tell my face was flushed from embarrassment, albeit I was extremely turned on by the whole situation. In parting, hubby mentioned that Glen and his buddies were welcome to visit our camp if they were out and about later on. Glen said he thought the guys would want to stay in camp after dark, but that he would pass on the invite to them.
With that, we parted company and headed back to our little campsite. On the walk back, we didn't have much to say to each other, but I could tell that having his wife exposed to a stranger was a major turn-on for him. When we got back into camp, hubby didn't hesitate to lay me on top of the picnic table and screw my brains out.
There is something about having sex in the out-of-doors that is so incredibly exciting to me. Laying naked on the picnic table, the warmth of the sun breaking through the partial shade provided by the trees, created a constant change from warmth to cool as the branches above shifted in the breeze. That same light breeze sliding across the lake sent shivers up and down my body as hubby kept up a steady rhythm with his cock. Holding my legs in his arms, my back was almost off the tabletop as he began slamming his cock inside me. I could feel myself coming once, and then again a second time, as hubby too unloaded inside me. For a brief moment, everything was soundless as hubby pushed as hard as he could inside me. Finally, with nothing left inside him, he collapse on top of me completely spent. I suppose part of the excitement of it all included the notion that somebody, perhaps the three men, might wander into our campsite at any moment. But as it turned out, we were left undisturbed during our lovemaking.
After taking a little skinny-dip to clean up, we put clean clothes on and began focusing on the usual camp chores, cooking dinner and cleaning up afterwards. With the sun down, hubby lit off our two lanterns and hung them from nearby trees. Although the night was warm enough without it, he also started a campfire in the ring. We always bring our collapsible chairs with us, even though they are a bit awkward in our kayaks. Soon, we were enjoying our first glass of wine together by the side of the fire.
As the night wore on, we opened our second bottle of Zin. The wine was definitely having its effect on me, as I began pondering a second lovemaking session. I had almost completely forgotten about hubby's fantasy, taken in by the warmth of the evening, the crackling fire, and the fruity flavor of our wine.
