This is another installment in the strange places I've fucked in my life. Many people might think that this is not such a strange place, but there's a few things about me that I've never told you all. So, that information makes this a very strange place for me. This was back in my younger days prior to my marriage. In what I fondly call my whore days.
For starters, I am not, nor ever was an outdoors type person. I do like taking walks outside and have on occasion had a sexual encounter out of doors. But, I am not a real nature lover. I don't do gardening, I'm not a bird watcher and roughing it for me is a hotel that does not have an attached restaurant.
This encounter took place on a camping trip. (The one and only time I've gone camping in my life.) It was mid September in northern Indiana. That time of the year in Indiana can be a wonderful time of the year.
Remember, I am not a nature person. But I was coerced into the trip with a promise of good company, good food, good booze and good sex. In addition some great pot was thrown into the promise. Plus I was assured that I wouldn't have to work on the trip. No paddling, no pitching tents or cooking. All I had to do was enjoy.
We started the day with canoeing. It was fairly nice when we started. The sun was shining, and it was somewhere in the mid 70's, which is a good temperature in September when the sun is shining. We had a party of 6, two couples and a pair of single men. We lashed the canoes together and began our trip.
We floated down the river (creek, river what ever it was). The women just laying back in the canoes catching some rays, drinking beer and occasionally taking a toke off some great pot. (So far that part of the promise was kept.)
After a while (I had no clue how long it took, you know how time flies when you're smoking pot.) we came upon the spot we were going to camp. The men were very gracious, they first unloaded chairs for us women to relax . (Like we had worked so much on the canoe trip.) And we just sat back and watched while the men set up the camp.
I'm sure about this time you're wondering when the sex is going to start. Be patient, it's coming. (Just like I did.) Merely look at this beginning as foreplay, and remember this is written by a woman, and we do (or at least I do) like a lot of foreplay.
With the camp arranged, a fire started and the tents up, the men finally sat down to chill out with the women. By now, the sun had started to set, and we smoked some more, and watched the show.
They prepared a decent meal (Actually a damn fine one considering none of the men cooked at home.) of steak and baked potatoes. After the meal we all enjoyed some apple jack before we called it a night and retired to our respective tents. (Ok, the sex in now going to commence.)
When the sun went down, it had gotten a bit cool. Of course the best way to stay warm is skin to skin contact. (And the best way to fuck also.) While I was stripping off my clothing, my friend was zipping two sleeping bags together. You all know that I love lingerie, but I didn't wear anything sexy that day while communing with nature. Just a halter top, shorts and a sweatshirt over that when it started getting cool.
Naked, I dove into the sleeping bags and then watched while he got undressed. I do love watching a man taking off his clothes, I love looking at a mans body. He took his time disrobing, knowing I was watching. Then he slid into the sleeping bag beside me.
I was quite chilled by that time, and he pulled me close, wrapped his arms and legs around me and gave me a big kiss. I do have to say that he was a very good kisser. I believe you all know my theory about kissing. If a man is a good kisser, then he is good at making love. I don't think I've ever been wrong with my hypothesis.
The kissing and the skin to skin contact was beginning to warm my blood, and his too. He was definitely rising to the occasion. He knew he had to get me warm, because I wasn't going to suck his cock if I was freezing. And he loved me sucking his cock. (In fact when I moved to Florida he said if I ever needed a reference on blow jobs, he could give me one. And that was before I got really good.)
It was getting warm in those sleeping bags, and he unzipped them so we could get some air. With that, I got on my knees, straddled one of his legs and took his cock in my hands. (You might remember, that I do like some stimulation on my clit while I'm sucking a cock.)
Flicking my tongue around the tip of his cock he began to moan. When I took his cock in my mouth and began to lick, he was moaning loudly. And when I started to lick, suck, move my head up and down on his cock and twirl my tongue around it, his moans were resonating off the tent walls. I was seriously engrossed in giving him my best blow job ever.
I didn't notice while his cock was in my mouth and I was rubbing my pussy on his leg, that the tent flap had opened and the two single men had come into our tent. (I know you're thinking how could I not have noticed that, but my reply is I was mostly drunk and totally stoned and I was really into that blow job.)
In fact, I didn't notice anything until I felt a pair of hands on my hips, and a cock starting to plunge into my pussy. I raised my eyes and looked at my friend, and he shrugged his shoulders and said "might as well go for it."
