The Camping Trip 53

I am not a happy camper. Literally, I don't enjoy camping. I can tolerate camping in specific circumstances, but those circumstances usually require someone to drag a full one bedroom apartment to a nice lake and park for a night.

I unfortunately, married a rugged man, which means a camping man. It has its perks, don't get me wrong. I like beards, and hands so callused they shred nylons in a stroke like a scissor gliding through wrapping paper, and the general smell of wood always gets me going, whether off a smoker, from a camp fire, or even just in his aftershave.

The trade offs are mostly tolerable. My thigh high budget is significant, the ruggedness did not come with any form of handiness, we usually have to pay for any fixes around the house... but money is one of those things that stopped mattering years ago for us. The only real downside is camping, and I can manage that.

So, we went camping. This was much earlier in our relationship, before he got the 5th wheel, and we weren't dragging the boat out, so we drove out in an oversized jeep, nothing in tow. This was also before we truly started on our adventures together sexually. The sex was (and still is) amazing, but we were still exploring our kinks and limits.

The back was packed with tents, lanterns, backpacks, and coolers with food for the weekend. The middle of the car had some of my bags, a cooler with snacks for the drive, and drinks for the weekend. Up front was me, a tight little tank top, thin like silk and no bra, jeans so short they looked like panties.

The roof was off rolled back, my chair was too. I lounged back, sunglasses on my eyes, feet on dash, soda in hand, and not a thought in my head. I looked around, civilization was fading away behind us, and the scenery was changing. The houses and factories were giving way to old retaining walls, tree lined mountains, and rickety bridges over creeks.

the road was mostly empty, dotted with a car here and there. It was a joyful drive, felt like most people were on their way to vacation too, with their Subarus, RV's, and jet skis dragging behind them, though it could just be projection. We sat high above the traffic, low doors, in almost full view of everyone. I used this time to idly run my hands along my body when passing cars to see if I could catch anyone staring.

Every so often, a horny little driver would start to lock speed and steal glances. I liked to reward this type of behavior. If someone showed true interest, it was time for me to unclasp my seatbelt and dig through the cooler. With a knee on the console, and my head in the backseat, I kept my tightly clothed ass in the air, waving at the fans like a friendly hello. I really made a show of digging for what I wanted as I wagged myself for them.

"I swear you'd die from lack of attention Tinker Bell," He said smiling at me while I crawled my way back into my seat.

"Well then you'd just have to clap for me Peter..." I licked my lips, and gave him a wet kiss on the neck.

"gonna get us into an accident Tink..." He made his serious face. the face that soaks my panties.

We arrived and he went right to work setting up camp; Laying down tarps, screwing telescopic poles into each other and snaking them through fabric. I marveled at how quickly he got to work as I sat on the open tailgate with a hard lemonade in hand doing my job... looking pretty.

The camping spot was on the edge of a small cliff overlooking a river. It was in a proper camp ground so there were tire marks, and lot signs. He always hated the filing cabinet feeling of camp grounds, but .. this one had its charm, and the other spots were empty still after we set up camp. There was still a few hours of sun left, so someone could show up, but it felt a bit like having an airplane row to yourself as the plane was mostly filled.

We decided to explore the area a little. My husband threw on a backpack with some supplies, sprays, rations, and emergency preparations. I swapped out the shorts and tank for a thin yellow sundress that billows out at the bottom and stops just a bit too high. I cracked another drink and followed him, staring at his ass, sunglasses on my head, drink in my hand, and one thought in my head

The trail was simple, flat, and pleasant. judging by the signs we were just walk a short distance to a big loop around a lake. The trails were wide and well marked, no need to wander through any brush or get too close to tall grass or leaves. I could have gone for hours like this.

"I can't go on anymore, we need to stop for a second," I said hearing him huff and sigh.

"water please," I pouted

"so needy" he said as he set down his pack against a tree, "It's in there, Tink" he said pointing at the bag on the ground

"thank you Peter," I teased as I walked by him, may as well have called him daddy.

I bent over from the waist to reach down into the bag. I was hoping for a breeze to help me out, but the dress was short enough on its own that it didn't matter. I knew it worked when I heard the faintest involuntary grunt. Noticeably sexual. Right now he would be staring at the back of my tight legs, and catching a glimpse of my pussy. if not more.

I may not have big boobs. I don't lift, or tan, or go too crazy with make up, but I know one thing... my pussy is perfect, sealed like a clam until it's ready to be fucked and tight like a paper cut. At this angle, it's sitting directly under a fat ass, and a tight little asshole.

"hungry?" I asked, still digging through the bag.

I expected some quips answer, but instead I heard the thud of two knees landing in the dirt behind me, and felt two hands grab me by the thighs and spread me open. He licked slowly up my inner thigh, and down my pussy . His tongue lined its way gently down my slit, until it traced down to the point of the v where my clit was waiting.

He took his time, let his tongue circle it. He let saliva fill his mouth and would just spoon it with his tongue into my slowly opening pussy. I was sopping wet, my pussy was wide open, and my clit was swelling up, and coming peaking out begging for attention. When he finally dived down and buried his lips around my clit, my knees almost gave out.

I threw my hands against the tree for support and moaned, grinding back on his mouth, letting it glide along his tongue from clit to bottom. Just when I was about to cum, he pulled off, like tearing away from a passionate kiss, and jumped back on to my asshole. His tongue was circling my asshole faster and faster, moving deeper and applying pressure until it finally slipped in.

"Don't stop," I groaned while he jammed his tongue deeper until it felt like he got it caught in me.

I could hear his belt unbuckle.

My moans grew louder as it started, the crescendo of an orgasm. It felt like the jet engine turning itself up after the last turn on the runway, when you hear the fire of the fuel burning and now you're about to take off. I pushed back trying to force him deeper. The orgasm starting to spread.

It's amazing how much a second can change everything. I was at the doorstep of bliss, with one foot through when it all sucked out. A rattle in the distance, maybe a branch cracking and a tree rustling threw me back to earth. All that joy, all that fun sucked out of the atmosphere.

Now, me and my husband were frantically getting to an upright position. I was pulling my dress back down, and he was relapsing his buckle. He threw his pack back on and spun back to the trail. I'd like to say I didn't see anything, but in my frantic spins I guess I could have seen some movement some yards down the trail.

"Might've just been a bear?" my husband shrugged as we made our way back around the trail.

"Jesus Christ," I said punching him in the arm, "how is that better? I'd rather it be people?"

"Would you really, Tink?" he said with an eyebrow raised

"Yes, Peter." I said as we came back down the trail.

"we'll talk about that later," he said, followed by a "fuck" as he looked at the campsite.

We had company now. Someone must have set up camp while we were out on that hike. well, not so much set up camp, but parked and and opened up their pop up camper. They weren't there now, and the sun was setting, so we just decided to start the fire.

There were no signs about where to start the fire, but the circle of logs around the white dirt patch made it obvious. My husband started on the fire, as I started on another drink, my third .. I think? I felt warm, that's always a good sign.

The sun finally descended below a mountain on the horizon, as the fire rose. Amazing how everything can change in a second. All of the beautiful scenery faded into darkness as the sky lit up. If there's one thing about camping I don't hate, it's the night sky. I feel bad for people who have never seen a clear night sky, miles from the nearest lamp post. It looked like you were staring into the face of god, with speckled dots of light and the clear milky way laid over it.

I laid back in my husbands arm and stared into the fire. Everything felt perfect

"howdy neighbors," I heard just as I was about to doze off a bit.

A young couple was walking up to introduce themselves, fellow travelers. I couldn't remember their names if I tried, but he felt like a Hank, and she felt like a Bessie.

Hank was a cowboy, or at least playing one. Blue jeans, white tee, boots and buckle. He was slim, stubble for a beard, and a friendly smile. His eyes flickered blue in the light of the fire. Hank was probably in his mid 30's. Hank was attractive.

Bessie was a southern girl, hot pants, midriff shirt with some lewd statement printed on it that she probably got off Facebook. Her eyes were brown, her hair was long, her breasts natural, and big. Bessie was probably in her late 20's. Bessie was more attractive than hank.

what happened next is what always happens to couples on vacations who meet, we became fast and disposable friends. Hank and my husband went off to cook some meat, Bessie and I split a bottle of wine. We ate, they played some music we didn't like but didn't hate. Every so often my husband would throw another log on the fire, stare at it while sipping whiskey.

Bessie was sweet, if a bit energetic. She was also without filter. She would complain about all the "skeeters" biting her ass.

"I swear they'd eat my cooch if I didn't pack my panties so tight," I laughed, I had to, even if she wasn't funny, she was fun, "They must be crawling up in you," she said to me

I froze for a second... wondering if she knew I was wondering without panties today. I relaxed when she gestured at my bare arms and legs.

"that dress don't cover much," she smiled, "but then again I wouldn't cover much either if I was you."

She was effortlessly flirty. So effortlessly you could never really know for sure if she meant it. It was just her natural state.

"Forgive my wife, you can hit her on the nose with a paper if she keeps up with the unwanted attention" Hank and my husband were giggling over a bottle of bourbon

"Tinker Bell over here is an attention sponge so don't worry," my husband joined in gleefully.

I dont know what they were going on about but they would look over and titter at the two of us every so often. My husband is usually a serious man, but give him enough whiskey to turn his cheeks red, and he can become a teenage boy.

He walked over and helped me up, started dancing me around the fire gently. He held me close and we swayed gently to some nameless old country tune. The fire was crackling, and I was just tipsy enough to forget to put a hand behind my skirt to keep it from flying up here and there.

It must have been lifting a bit, because I could hear the stray "mmm" from Bessie and hank as I was spun. I was fallen on my husband's chest when I heard bessie start up again.

"Who wants shine?" Bessie shouted, dragging a jug out of her knapsack.

There's two types of shine, or moonshine, in this world. One of them you don't see much anymore, it's bitter, it's brutal, and it's very very strong. The other, the more common one, is candy. It has flavors like blueberry, or cotton candy, and it goes down smooth, it's also very very strong.

"Peach!" she squealed as she passed around the jug. We'd put down enough wine and whiskey at that point that we were just pulling off shots from the jug. A few rounds of that rotation and we all collapsed across from each other in the fire.

I fell in between my husbands legs, knees up on the log and a little bleary eyed. Bessie had her head in Hank's lap. He looked like he was trying to get himself comfortable, settling this way, and grinding up that way. HIs hand on her head, but his eyes on us.

My husband had his hand running up and down my thigh idly. He glazed all the way back up and I felt his bare hand brush my clit. The blood rushed everywhere. I could feel my pussy tense up and let go, lubricating itself instantly. I realized I never put panties back on when we got back from the hike.

"you two must be so frustrated," Hank said, "strangers popping up on your secluded site like this"

"NO," I said it, I meant it, " we love the company.. but yes frustrated, you have no idea" I said idly remembering the orgasm cut short on the trail.

"Oh, we have an idea," Bessie's giggle gave it all away.

My husband laughed, "well, at least it wasn't a bear" he said. His hand was still on the edge of my pussy, circling it up and around gently. He giggled, I giggled. I realized my pussy is still hanging out.

I went to go cover up a little, pulling my dress down a bit.

"oh it's too late for that now," said bessie staring across the fire at me, "here, I"ll let the girls out and level the playing field"

She leaned up a bit as hank helped her shirt offer her. They were something already behind that crop top, but that was nothing compared to how they looked free. She laid her head back in Hanks lap, and he kneaded and played with them while staring at us. Every so often he'd pinch her nipples, and she'd let out a light yelp.

Finally she flipped over, looking at us quickly, her breasts surprisingly retaining their shape as she undid.hanks zipper.

"don't mind us," she said, "we're just going to finish what you started today... which you should too, you must be frustrated" She reached into his zipper to the wrist, fishing around in his pants.

"don't worry," said Hank as his cock was dragged out of his pants. It was nice. Not too big, not too thin. Two colors, and more than enough to satisfy a woman.

" we don't bite"

"as long as you don't get too close" Bessie chimed in before licking Hanks cock from base to shaft, both staring directly at us.

"we won't," I said, before straddling the log on all fours, and lifting up my ass to present to my husband, "now, why don't you finish what you started honey?"

I usually like to go into my own world when I'm getting eaten, but this was so new I couldn't shut anything out. I stared as Bessie bobbed her head gently on Hank's cock, her eye darting over to me.

I groaned and let my husband lap at my pussy, grinding up and down on his lips. I knew I had an audience so I laid on the moans, I made sure I gyrated a bit more when I wiped my pussy up and down his mouth.

I looked over at hank staring directly at my pussy as my husband ate. I waited and stared until his eyes met mine. the eye contact was electrical. I lost immediate control and began almost screaming with pleasure.

My husband knew exactly when to turn on the heat, he attached to my clit like a suction. His body was like a machine reacting to my every twist and turn, his tongue went exactly where I needed it. Right now it was flicking across my clit, fluttering faster than a vibrator until I was cumming.

I was cumming on a log in front of a fire, in front of complete strangers. I was cumming as bessie was fucking her own face with Hank's cock. Hank was thrusting up from sitting to force his dick deeper in her mouth. I was cumming staring in Hank's blue eyes. I was coming while all eyes were on me. I was cumming to the attention.

I screamed as pleasure radiated across my body, building with each second. I stared down as Hank's cock twitched in Bessie's mouth. I start with my mouth open while I saw her gulp down, not once, or twice, but three mouthfuls. I knew he was cumming directly into her mouth.

I collapsed on a log, like a pig tied around a spit. My dress was flipped up in the back. My pussy glistening with cream, sweat and spit. My ass was out for all to see and I couldn't care less.

We all laid around, silence except for the low radio. No one said a word for a few minutes. I was drifting off to sleep again.

"Welp," I heard Hank vaguely in the background, "we should be getting some sleep"

There was the general commotion of people getting up and saying their goodbyes as I laid there on display. I felt a slap on my ass, and I couldn't make a guess who's hand it was.

"Tink," I heard my husband say... "let's get to bed"

I was a happy camper