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My wife Sandi and I haven't been camping in years, but once we became empty-nesters, we re-discovered old loves: Tennis, (pickle ball), racquetball, and now hiking and camping. We were both fit, and once I turned 50 we both seemed to find new enthusiasm for athletics and new experiences. We traveled, joined a few local clubs, and rediscovered our love of camping.
We pulled up to the national park, once of our favorites, as as I unpacked I noticed there were few other cars, no crowds, a perfect overnight or weekend to get away from routine. As I prepared our gear, I looked up to see a very hot, young woman a few cars away changing her clothes, she was lithe and graceful, her back was to me but she pulled her shirt over her head, dislodging her bra for few seconds and causing her amazing breasts to swing free. Sandi appeared from the passenger seat, saw me staring and followed my gaze to the spectacle that I was focused on. She sighed, and said "Should I introduce you two?" Not taking my eyes off that girl until she finished pulling a sweatshirt over her head, hiding those perfect tits from view, did I turn to Sandi and say "It was only a moment of sweet distraction."
She chuckled, "It seemed like longer than a moment to me!" I shrugged, "Moments are timeless, but the moment is gone." Turning to her, wrapping my arms around her fit torso, I whispered "But it inspired me, at least!" She faked annoyance, returning to getting our gear ready.
We hoisted our backpacks and started hiking to a spot we used to frequent in our youth, a hidden flat clearing near a cliff, with an ice cold spring and an incredible view. The stream flowed down into a natural pool that was warmed by the sun, but due to several careless hikers getting injured by the wet, slippery rocks, the trail was deleted from new maps and evidently forgotten.
Not by us, we quickly found the now overgrown trail and hiked to the perfect spot, rapidly setting up camp just after noon. I set up a solar panel to charge our phones, but there was no reception out this far, The view was every bit as spectacular as we recalled, and after a short break we changed into swimwear for and headed to the pond. I took a moment to gaze at my wife of 30 years, in a sexy two-piece bikini that really showed off her athletic physique, and thanked my lucky stars.
Sandi went first, it was a tricky climb but not too bad if you focused and watched out for loose steps, we arrived quickly. Then, Sandi just stood stock still, making me squeeze past her, I looked up and saw there was a young man knee deep in the pond, nude, soaping up his torso and hair. I quietly looked at Sandi, thinking about coming back later, but I saw her face and noticed her jaw was hanging open, and her eyes were wide. I looked back at our young bather and watched as he waded deeper into the water, then rinsed off and walked out to the shore where a towel and some clothes were piled. He was young, fit, sported wide, muscular shoulders, short-cropped light brown hair, but almost no body hair. When the water was knee deep, he slipped for a moment and swung sideways, exposing a his cock, even soft it hung over 7 inches and bobbed with his movement. I grinned and whispered to Sandi "Lost in the moment?" She shushed me in a tiny panic, but the young Adonis must have heard, he quickly looked around then spotted us.
"Sorry folks!" he said, grinning, but rapidly pulling on his shorts (Not sure how he packed all that meat away so quickly!) "I thought I was alone," He quickly slipped on a pair of moccasins.
"No worries, this is the best spot on the mountain." I assured him, and we made our way to the water's edge. Quick introductions were made, "I'm Pete, this is Sandi" and he told us his name was Jason and he came up a few days before his family to get the camp site ready, and enjoy the solitude. Jason had a handsome, youthful face, lean, tanned and square-jawed, and when he smiled he bared a toothy and earnest grin, it was easy to like him. A big boy scout. He told us he was on spring break, occupied by college and family activities, we chatted and swam, becoming fast friends, and lost track of time until I reminded Sandi we needed to get back before dark. The entire time, I kept catching Sandi staring at his swinging cock, barely hidden by his cut-off sweatpants. I brushed it off, after all, she's just looking.
We took a longer route back, and passed his campsite, he just had a pup tent and folding chair next to a giant old rucksack still packed full of gear. His tent was simply a canvas with sticks and saplings roped together as poles and stakes, almost a retro version of camping, no nylon or plastic. He had a circle of rocks for a fire-pit, and a hatchet wedged into a stump. Almost a scene from "Boys Life, 1970". In fact, Jason reminded me of the kind of young men you don't see anymore; Fit, confident, lean, he was over 6' tall, his back was straight, his muscles were naturally big, strong, and he moved with agility and grace. Jason hung his towel over the chair and said "I'll get a fire started before dark, nice meeting you both!" When Sandi blurted out "Jason, come up to our camp and we can share a fire, no sense in making two!" I glanced at her sideways, but didn't mind too much, as I was eager to continue our conversation.
Once there, Jason and I busied ourselves in getting firewood, he showed me how to make the campfire almost smokeless by digging an air channel on the windward side, his knowledge of primitive camping was impressive. We talk about camping tricks, drag racing, muscle cars. I found myself really enjoying his company.
We got the fire burning just as the light was fading, and sat back to relax, when Sandi appeared carrying a jug of fresh, cold spring water and tin camp mugs. She had put on one of my white t-shirts, it barely reached her thighs, but was barefoot. She looked so sexy in the fading evening light, I kind of wished Jason would excuse himself and leave us. She gave Jason a cup and poured it full of cool water, slowly. Then I noticed that she had not only had she pulled a t-shrt on, she removed her bikini top! I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples pushing out against the thin cotton of my old t shirt. She asked Jason about girlfriends, past loves, his dating experiences, I thought the questioning was kind of forward, and intimate. Jason admitted he'd just returned to town, but was in the market. Sandi looked him over and signed, saying "Oh, really?" I shot her a puzzled glance, but she ignored me.
Nervously, I tied to steer the conversation back to cars, or drag racing, or camping, any of the topics we had in common a moment before, but Jason was memorized, and Sandi was obviously enjoying his attention. Sandi made a point of touching his arm, or gently stoking his hair, while she sat closer and closer to him. At first, I told myself she was doing this for me, to tease me, get me aroused, build up tension and then after Jason left we'd have time to ourselves. That itself would be out of character for her, intriguing as it sounded. But, as it continued, I realized Jason, young, muscular, mostly-nude and well-hung, was the source of her arousal.
I must say, that I was torn; jealous. On one hand, I'd never seen my wife of 30 years ever care about "being sexy" like this, especially in front of a stranger. We met in college, became best friends, married, raised our kids and were planning the rest of our lives together. Obviously I was attracted to her, but she was very "Librarian" in her daily routine. Sexually, I had no complaints; things were fairly regular and satisfying, we made love, sometimes when we were young we tried new things, long ago. Now, we made love, cuddled afterwards, typical long-term couple situation. Work-a-day.
On the other hand: This was something new and exciting, she seemed to be trying to seduce Jason, a young man barley older than our own son. It was exciting to see her so alive, so sensual, but I wasn't sure how far she would take it, where it would lead. The human mind is funny, we see ourselves reflected in the eyes of people around us, Jason must have made her feel 18 again. She flirted with him shamelessly like a lust filled schoolgirl. I was excited to see this side of her.
At one point, she asked Jason if he was hungry, and when he nodded she jumped up to the cooler to fetch our container of camp vittles; pre-cooked sausages and roasted veg, but when she bent over to find them I saw she was bottomless as well! She just flashed a stranger, Jason, and her husband both with a glimpse of her tight, toned ass! Jason stared, grinned his toothy grin then looked over at me, one eyebrow raised. I just shrugged, honestly as mystified as anyone. It was hot! But, I was in the company of a stranger. She returned with a small paper plate containing bites of meat and roast vegetables, kneeling down demurely next to where Jason was sitting. He tried to pick up a bite and it slipped from his fingers back onto the plate. Sandi then picked it up and fed it to him, her fingertips lingering on his lips. Then, picked up a morsel herself and slowly bit into it, licking her fingers as she did. Her face was close to his. Jason gazed at her eyes intently, not moving. "Sandi, what are you doing?" I asked, both a little angry, and unusually thrilled at any answer I suspected she might provide. I confess I was incredibly turned on, not by watching my wife shamelessly flirt with a stranger, but by how aroused and sensual she was, how alive, and vital she looked. How subservient she was behaving. It was like a spell, I didn't know how long I could let it continue, but I was terrified I might break it.
"I just need a moment" Sandy replied to me, using my own phase from earlier, almost a whisper, almost pleading. I heard my voice say "Alright, just a moment." but I don't remember thinking it or making the sound. Sandi leaned in to Jason, as if to kiss him, and he suddenly stood up, causing her to loose her balance and spill his water down her shirt. She reached out to steady herself, one hand on his bare chest, but the other landed in his crotch and I gasped as I saw her grope, then grab his cock through the worn material of his shorts. As she regained her balance, she leaned back on her knees but didn't let go of his cock right away. Then, she stood up next to him, facing him. She reached out and touched his chest again, tracing his pecs and then down to his waistline, slowly.
The cold water made her t-shirt almost transparent in the firelight, she looked so vulnerable, but so vital, exposed and shameless. Powerful in her fearlessness.
It's funny the way an older woman will touch a young stud's bare muscles when she's aroused. Very different than any casual touch; At first, it's gentile. A tentative touch, careful and exploring, as if he was made of fire and she afraid to get burned. Then her touch becomes more aggressive, more sexual, as his fire spreads to her body. Sandi was so beautiful, so sexy, for the first time in a long time, recklessly aroused. I loved seeing this new, almost forgotten side of her, even thought I knew what it meant, now: With a stranger. She had me enraptured, hypnotized, unable to move. I realized my cock was rock hard.
Jason looked over at me, one last time it turned out, one eyebrow raised. I returned the gaze, and told him 'This is her moment". He seemed to steel himself and then focused his eyes on hers.
"That water was so cold!" Sandi said, lifting the wet shirt slowly up her body, "Help me, would you?" she asked.
He was absolutely frozen as he watched her take off her t-shirt, he ogled her nude body, no longer feigning decorum or modesty but openly admiring her, I felt a pang of jealousy, of protectiveness, wondering if I should stop her, protect her from herself. But the jealousy somehow made it kinkier, more wrong, more thrilling, and so much hotter. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, so sexy, I almost came in my trunks.
I could tell she was aroused as well. Standing there, next to this massive, well-built youthful man, showing off her older, but fit body to him.
