Friday night, while Lynn and Tanya were discovering each other, Jeff was camping with his dad and Cherri, his dad's latest girlfriend. Jeff didn't really know Cherri that well, but he did like to look at her. She was very well put together for an older woman. Cherri was older than his mom by a few years, not quite as old as dad. She was blonde and curvy and she dressed sharp.
They pulled into the campground late in the afternoon. Dave (Jeff's father) had borrowed a camper from a friend, because Cherri didn't like tent camping. It was an older camper, but it was still nice. A tiny little house on wheels, complete with a miniature bathroom and air conditioning. Dave pulled the camper into the space easily, and he and Jeff started setting up. It had legs that had to be put down to level it out. Cherri watched the men working from a lawn chair and drank a wine cooler. She was dressed in a bright yellow tank top and tight shorts. The top was cut low in the front, and Jeff had had a hard time keeping his eyes out of her tits on the ride here.
Dave and Jeff made short work out of setting up the camper, and then hooked up the electrical and water lines to the hook-up. Jeff set up the grill while his dad sat down and had a beer, catching his breath. While the air conditioning cooled out the camper, they sat outside and grilled some burgers and had a picnic supper. It was warm and humid. Cherri was enjoying the sight of Jeff's sinewy body sweating thru his t shirt. Dave was a bigger man, with a bit of extra weight padding his middle. Jeff reminded Cherri a bit of her own son, except that he was undeniably straight, while Kyle...well Kyle wasn't so straight. She had noticed Jeff trying to not stare at her cleavage on the ride. She enjoyed his embarrassment. She liked the quiet trusting boy. He had Dave's easy smile and good humor, and a lot of his looks.
She looked over at Dave. He was a handsome man, with a touch of gray in his dark hair giving him character. He was medium height, fairly well built in spit of that padding and had a deep strong voice. He was a good man, a calm and careful lover, if sometimes a little to plain vanilla for her liking. But he seldom failed to satisfy her when they had sex, and that counted for a lot. Dave was nicely hung and knew how to use it. She glanced back over at Jeff, wondering if the younger man was as well hung. His shorts were too baggy to really tell what was inside.
As the daylight faded, the mosquitoes began to be a pest, so Cherri and Dave moved inside. Jeff stayed outside a while longer, walking around the campgrounds, looking to see if there were any girls around his own age. He saw a few, but didn't have the nerve to talk to any of them. A few spots down, was a group of young people, older than he, but not as old as most of the campers. There were two couples, and a couple of very small kids. One of the women was wearing a next to nothing bikini top and shorts that might have covered a girl. His eyes nearly popped out looking at her. He moved in before anyone noticed him.
Jeff went back to the camper and inside. Dad and Cherri were watching the tiny little TV. Dad asked him if he wanted to get up and go fishing early in the morning. Jeff said he never wanted to do too much early in the morning, which made Cherri and Dave laugh.
"Well I'm going to go anyway. Cherri doesn't like to fish, so looks like I'll fly solo." Dave said. Dave handed Jeff a cold beer. Jeff wasn't much of a beer drinker, but, he liked to have one with his dad. It made him feel more grown up. Cherri was still drinking the wine coolers, and had got quite a buzz. The three of them sat watching TV for a while. Jeff walked back out, and down to the bathhouse to pee out the beer. When he got back, Dave told him they were going to bed. "If you want to stay up and watch TV, that's fine, but keep it turned down low."
Jeff said he thought he would go to bed too, as dad and Cherri moved into the sleeping area of the camper. The camper had a "bedroom" that was curtained off from the rest of the space, and a sofa where Jeff would sleep. There was another "bed" that was like a futon, by pulling two chairs together, and folding down the backs, and dropping the table that separated them down. It wasn't as comfortable as the sofa.
Once behind the curtain, Cherri pulled Dave close for a long kiss. She pulled her top off after she let him go, and unsnapped her tiny bra. Her tits were big and full. Gravity had played with them over the years in spite of her best efforts. They didn't droop much, but they didn't stand straight out anymore. Dave admired them anyway. He leaned close to hear and whispered very softly "You better wear something sweetie."
Cherri stuck out her tongue and pushed her shorts down, revealing the tiniest of panties. "I am wearing something. I've got on panties. Don't be a fud," she whispered back. She peeled off Dave's shirt, and unbuttoned his shorts. As she pushed them down, she tried to push his briefs down with them, but he stopped her. She leaned up and kissed him, putting her hand on his cotton covered cock. She felt it stir softly. He shook his head at her, and nodded toward the curtain. She began to pump it inside his shorts, looking at him and licking her lips. Dave reached down and moved her hand away.
"No," he whispered into her ear, "not while Jeff is right out there."
Cherri gave him her best pout and slipped into the bed. Dave followed, shutting off the light.
Jeff, on the sofa, was feeling an immense pain in his groin. Dad and Cherri had been casting shadows on the curtain. Were they going to have sex, right there? His cock was swollen in his shorts. He unfastened them to ease the tension a little, but kept them on. He was aching to whip it out and blow cum all over the place. He had a light blanket over him that would cover him...but no, it was too dangerous. Maybe they would go off somewhere together tomorrow. Jeff lay there, not quite sleeping, but not wide awake, dozing for a while
For her part, Cherri was feeling frustrated. She wanted fucked: the wine coolers had made her horny. But Dave was chicken to do it with Jeff so close. She thought about going into the tiny little bathroom and getting herself off, but decided against it. Maybe in the morning? Dave would be gone, maybe Jeff would change his mind and go fishing anyway, or at least leave for a while. Then she could lay here on the bed, get her vibrator out, and do the job right. Dave's breathing was heavy and slow, and she knew he was sleeping. He was on his back; she was curled against his side. She drifted into a light sleep.
Cherri's dreams were odd. She was with Dave, undressing him, kneeling down and sucking his cock. Then it wasn't Dave, it was Jeff she was sucking. He was cumming in her mouth, his hips bucking back and forth, ramming his cock into her mouth...then it changed again, she was on her knees, and he was behind her, taking her forcefully, she was near cumming when she woke with a start.
Cherri smiled in the darkness, wondering at the power of her dream. She could feel the warmth between her thighs, and slid her hand down soft and quietly, and touched herself. She was as wet as if she had been really sucking cock. Her hand traveled lightly over onto Dave and softly, gently gripped his cock thru his shorts. He stirred but didn't wake. She kept her hand there, stroking him ever so gently. She done this before, both to her ex husband, and to Dave, as well as other men she had slept with. Sometimes they woke, sometimes they didn't. She felt it grow hard in her palm. Very, very gently now, she eased it out of the shorts. With her hand so light around it, she began to pump the shaft. It got harder and harder, swelling. Dave shifted in his sleep, but still didn't wake. She wanted it, badly now. She thought about rolling over on to him, and taking it inside herself. The cock was pulsing in her hand, and her thumb felt the slippery pre-cum on the head. She smeared it around the head. She wished she could taste it. She was biting back moans of frustration. Her nipples were swollen and aching, her pussy felt like a river.
The sheet was pushed down low on Dave's side. It was already nearly off him, she inched it down further. There was light coming thru the window and now she could see his swollen cock. She bit her lip, and so carefully holding his cock, began to move in the bed. Dave was thankfully a sound sleeper. When she had done this before, she had gone quite far with him before he awoke. Then he had fucked her, hard and fast. She was inching her way down, and turning. Finally she was on her knees beside him. She took his cock into her mouth. Slowly, gently, she began to suck him, one hand on his shaft, the other, moving down over her tummy, between her legs. She slid her fingers inside her scanty panties and began to rub herself while she sucked on her sleeping lover's hard cock. Dave stirred in his sleep again, made a little noise. But, still, he didn't wake. By now, Cherri almost had the length of him in her mouth. She was moving up and down slowly, softly, fighting to stay quiet.
Jeff wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. In the dimness, there was a soft shadow on the curtain, barely able to be seen. His cock was throbbing, and he let it out. His shirt was handy, so he picked it up, just in case. The dim shadow showed Cherri on her knees over his dad. He could see her head bobbing up and down and was dimly aware, she was sucking his cock. Jeff's cock throbbed and bucked as he imagined what that must feel like.
Cherri was in agony, keeping quiet. Dave would surely wake soon, wouldn't he?
She could feel the throbbing of the blood inside his firm cock against her tongue. Her fingers, slid inside her wet pussy, fucking herself. She was close to cumming. Loosing touch, she started working her fingers faster.
