Part 1 The joys of the outdoors.
I am an avid camper and fisherman. I love to go out into the wilds and explore nature every time I get the opportunity. My wife however is not into the "roughing it" life style so anymore a camping trip has to include at least an equipped campsite, tent, and most of the kitchen from home. A four star or better hotel is much more to her liking, and I am lucky that she is willing to put up with being outside at all. But she loves me, and she shows it by accompanying me on these outings as often as she can.
Last summer she and I had a planned trip to Yosemite, here in California.
This place is gorgeous most of the year but to get a campsite during the summer months requires reservations and money. As I said, we needed to find a place where we could rough it, with showers and a general store so Yosemite fit the bill.
We had a site reserved in the village area and we expected there to be a large number of people there to share the splendor of the summer days and nights. But the place was packed! Upon arrival we had to get the park ranger to come out to the site and remove a group of younger people who had settled in our campsite.
It seems that they had too many people to fit in the one site they had reserved for themselves and they were hoping that we would be "no shows" and that no one would complain about their overflow onto our site. But all worked out well and there were no hard feelings.
We got set up on our site quickly and began to settle in when a man and woman approached us from the next campsite. Sandy had nicknamed the group the "Squatters" and we enjoyed the little joke between us for the rest of the stay.
Anyway, the couple approached us and asked if we had any extra blankets or sleeping bags that they could borrow. This seemed very odd to me, having never been asked for bedding before. Maybe some coffee or sugar but sleeping bags?
Sandy went into the tent and produced a blanket that we normally use on day hikes to sit on, (4 star hotels remember). I had to ask why they needed the blanket. It seems that in the rush to get ready and go they had forgotten not only their sleeping bags but most of the other toiletries they would use on the trip. But they had plenty of beer and a couple bottles of Jack Daniels to throw into the community pot.
The couple, Mark and Cindy were in their early twenties and were married. They were camping with friends of HIS from HIS work Cindy explained. Apparently the trip was going to be an all guy thing that Cindy had "intruded" on and the feeling was that she would be the fly in the guy's ointment so to speak. Of course Sandy and Cindy became instant friends once it was determined the neither of them much liked the idea of hanging around in the woods.
We had arrived late in the day and it was getting dark enough where the giant bonfires could be built and set ablaze by the other local campers. I set our own fire but tried to keep it a reasonable size. Also I set up the gas stove and the propane lanterns so that Sandy could begin to prepare the salad while I cooked the steaks. We were roughing it remember?
After we sat down at the picnic table that comes with the site Sandy and I were starting to get into the feel of camping. The fire light, the stars, the wind blowing through the trees, and the sounds from the other campsites weren't so bad. I had just finished my last bite of what was one of the best steaks I had ever had when Sandy spoke up,
"I'm getting ready for bed soon. You should come too. I'm going to have a surprise for you when you come inside." I'm a big fan of Sandy's surprises. And I didn't miss the double entendre of her comment, so I started cleaning up the excess food and packing the rest of the goodies in the bear box, provided by the campsite. By the time I was done Sandy was already in the tent, calling me to hurry.
After knocking down the fire and making one final trip around the site to be sure we were all put away for the night, I returned to the tent.
Anxious and without thinking I unzipped the flap, flung it open and peered in.
There was Sandy, all 120 lb. of her 29 year old glory, sitting naked on our bedding and gesturing for me to come in.
Now Sandy is a prude in many ways, but in bed she is as aggressive as they come and she likes everything about sex.
As I stooped by the door she slowly opened her legs and lay back, saying "Time for your surprise baby."
I stayed there for a minute, enjoying the sight of my wife's naked, open and very wet pussy. Her tits were full, round and waiting for my hands and mouth. Her nipple stood pink and erect in anticipation. Sandy just lay there and smiled at me as I took in her beauty.
I moved to go in, and suddenly there was a loud whoop and a wolf whistle from behind me.
"God Damn, check that out," was almost yelled from the area of the squatters campsite.
Sandy quickly closed her legs and covered herself with a blanket and I jumped in and pulled the flap closed. I must have had a shocked look on my face and I saw Sandy looking at me with huge eyes as she held the blanket to her chin.
Outside we could hear laughing and cheering from our neighbors. As we set there looking at each other we heard someone say "Maybe we should have brought the girls after all." and "Well we know she's a natural brunette now"
My shock turned to anger and I was ready to go out and tell them to shut up, when Sandy started laughing.
I looked at her and she just smiled and said, "Surprise honey" and tossed the blanket aside. With that I had to laugh as well. "Hurry and get undressed, and zip the damn door."
