Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 or over. Any resemblance to people (living or dead) is purely coincidental. I was inspired to write this after a recent camping trip. Turns out, sex in the outdoors is good, but fantasies about sex in the woods is way better. No bugs, for one, and you only get interrupted when that would be hot. As always, enjoy, and I hope you have as good a time reading this as I had writing it. This is Part 1 of a series... Probably 3 parts? We'll see.
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Brightly colored fall foliage zipped past my car window at sixty miles an hour as I headed north to my last camping trip of the season. Straight roads well off the beaten path meant I was making good time, and according to the maps app on my phone I'd be at Torrence State Park within an hour. I had been looking forward to this for the last week. Julia and I had finally broken it off and I really needed this trip to clear my head.
We'd been seeing each other for a year and a half, but it seemed like it wasn't going to work. We just approached everything too differently. She was a planner who wanted every question answered before making a decision, while I was a romantic who liked to go with the flow. Our final fight had been a bitter shouting match last Saturday. It was my fault, I knew. As we'd been falling asleep together, I'd suddenly sat up and murmured over to her, "You know, I think we should have a baby. Wouldn't that be so beautiful?"
She'd rolled over and laughed, until she caught my eye and realized I wasn't joking. "You're serious. God, Vic, what the hell are you talking about? You know I'm focused on my career right now. You can't just drop something like this on me."
It was all downhill from there. Frankly, I'd known that it wasn't right. We'd been on thin ice for a while. I guess I had been hoping that she'd understand, at least--we just couldn't communicate about things like that. She was ambitious and fastidious, and I was neither of those things. Ultimately I'd realized that what I really wanted was someone who'd be ok with change, someone who wanted to be there to face it with me. Any change in Julie's life needed to be triple-checked and peer-reviewed. Our whole relationship, she'd had an IUD and used spermicide every time we had sex, even though we used condoms every time. She was the epitome of "Better safe than sorry," and I'd realized that I felt totally stifled. I guess that was what clued me in to the fact that it was time to be done.
So, we'd broken it off. And here I was, still worrying over whether I'd made the right decision. After all, Julie had always been convincing, always justifying every little action. The trip up to Torrence was just what I needed to focus, see how I felt, really understand what I wanted. I decided that this should be the last thought I spared this week on Julie's account. Instead, as I sailed between crimson, leafy waves of foliage, I counted the other cars and paid attention to the fluffy clouds that migrated across the horizon, blowing on the wind that carried my troubled thoughts away.
I pulled in to the ranger station and hopped out of my car. There was another car already parked, a white Toyota Corolla with a rusted frame, along with a brown pickup with a State Park decal on the door. A worn, dented golden bell chimed at the top of the door as I swung it open and stepped inside to find a tired-looking ranger in his 40s listening with a slightly exasperated expression to a woman around my age talking his ear off.
"And you're sure that they already went to the site? I just don't want to miss them if you've got the wrong campsite or something." She tossed her auburn hair over her shoulder with one hand.
"No, I'm quite certain. Claude Thomas was the name, and there's only one campsite 27. We don't have that many guests this time of year. I think it was two gentlemen and three ladies? Silver minivan, maybe," the ranger recollected, scratching his bearded chin.
With a frown, she made a little harrumph and put one hand on her hip. "Ugh. Yeah, that sounds like them. I just don't get it, we were supposed to meet here. Glad I asked you eventually, I was starting to get worried. I guess I better catch up with them!"
She turned on her heel and smacked directly into me. I'd been standing in the doorway, sort of embarrassed to be catching her conversation, and somewhat lost in thought. The collision brought me right back to reality. I suddenly processed her in a totally different way than I had before, and I'd checked her out, heel to head, before I knew what I was doing. The first thing I noticed was her tits, since they'd collided directly with me--she couldn't possibly have been wearing a bra under her sweatshirt, yet her tits were pert enough to press into me, probably a generous C cup. My cock was hard nearly immediately and I was suddenly aware that it had been nearly two weeks since I had cum last, from a hurried handjob Julie had given me before we went out to her favorite club. I could only hope that the woman hadn't noticed my shaft's instant reaction. As my eyes flew up her, I took in her flowy, stretchy pants that somehow managed to cling to her hips and highlight her cute ass, along with a pair of heavy leather boots that seemed out of place. Finally, I looked up at her face and couldn't' help but notice how clear her skin was, along with her beautiful deep-brown eyes that flashed up to lock with mine.
The woman's face flushed and she mumbled an apology, biting her lip for a moment and then pushing past me and out the door. I froze up and couldn't do anything but turn and stare after her, watching her ass for a moment out the glass pane in the door until she hopped into the Corolla and fired up the engine, reversing out of the parking spot and driving on into the campground.
I shook myself and turned to the middle-aged ranger. "What was that all about? Everything good?"
"Oh, nothing much. That young woman had been sitting on the deck for about an hour and a half waiting for her friends, until she finally came inside only to discover that they'd arrived before her. I do feel bad, I should have realized. It's not like we're likely to have any more walk-ins at this hour. I'm guessing you're Victor in campsite 31?" He pulled out a 3-ring binder and turned the page, tapping it with his pen.
"Wow, that few visitors tonight? With the weather this nice I thought for sure there would be a lot of people here."
The ranger shrugged. "It's been a light year, and it's late in the season. If you wanna know the truth, there's not likely to be anyone else but you and that young woman's party in the whole park tonight. Do you want a different campsite? You're pretty close to their site, and if I know my business I'd guess that they're going to be up til all hours. You can have your pick of the rest," he said, proffering a campground map.
I looked over the map, then hesitated. My original site was next to the bathrooms, so anyone from the other sites would have to walk right past my tent. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think of the woman who I'd just bumped into, and while I knew realistically I'd likely never share more than a glance with her again, something held me back from switching away from the group. Call it a belief in fate, or the horny irrationality of a man in desperate need of a rebound fuck, but I couldn't help but imagine the way she'd felt up against me in that moment and the graceful curve of her petite nose.
I pushed the map back to the older man. "Nah, keep me in the same spot. I'm kind of a go-with-the-flow type guy. So I'm just gonna go with it. I'm a heavy sleeper, anyways," I lied. In reality, I wasn't so sure of my ability to get much sleep. I hadn't been resting well since Julie and I split up.
Scratching again at his beard, he eyed me oddly, but didn't comment. "Firewood's in the shed behind the building, I saw that you paid for a bundle. You can pick it out yourself, and if you need more, come get an extra one, on the house. Season's ending and anything we don't use gets used for the staff party in a few weeks, and we have way more than we can handle right now."
He tore a paper off a pad and passed it across the counter, reminded me to stick it to the post at the front of the parking pad, and wandered back to the office. I headed out and slipped back into the car, picking up a bundle of firewood on my way.
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It didn't take me long to get the tent set up and a fire started. I sliced open a packet of hot dogs and skewered one, and the aroma of toasty, mechanically separated meat brought back a surge of childhood memories. Seemed like there was always someone around when I was younger. Maybe I never really learned how to just, be alone, I thought to myself, biting into the hot dog.
I was suddenly and forcefully brought back to reality by a shout from the neighboring campsite and a football ricocheting off the back corner of my car and missing my fire pit by inches before finally rolling to a stop at my feet. I looked up as an entirely unapologetic man crashed through the foliage between our campsites, brown eyes searching.
"Hey man, can I grab that ball back?" He gestured towards the football as a blonde woman in a red flannel tied off above a pair of high-waisted jeans crashed after him, a half-full bottle of wine in her hand.
I shrugged and was about to try to politely but pointedly ask them to be more careful. Before I could, however, the woman interjected. "Ohhmigod Claude c'mon, you gotta take another shot since you missed." She tugged insistently at his hand as he scooped the ball up.
With one last glance he grabbed her ass and pulled her back away from my fire. As the walked away, he called back "Thanks man, have a good one," before disappearing before I'd even had a chance to say a word.
I murmured "Well, apology accepted," and looked longingly down the road towards the many open sites that weren't occupied. It was already looking to be a long night, and as I finished dinner, a crackle and heavy drumbeat informed me that the quiet isolation I came here seeking was going to be much harder to find since I'd decided to go with the flow this particular time.
